All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 201 - Chapter 209

Is there a guard stationed outside? Isabella wondered as she continued to stare at the door. A darker thought followed. Would they kill me if I tried to escape? Isabella forced herself to look away. First, she needed information. She crossed the room and approached the window. From the second floor, the view stretched outward to reveal greenery, neighbouring homes, and — beyond them — the unmistakable blue of the sea. A beach lay in the distance, serene and indifferent. This was no red-light district. No hidden alleyway. It looked like a suburban residential area. Who would open a brothel in such a place? The question barely settled before she heard it. The door behind her opened. Isabella turned sharply, her heart slamming against her ribs. A heavyset man stepped inside. He was dressed casually in a polo shirt and faded

While his mother fantasized about his downfall, Lorenzo was in the abandoned north wing garden, busy giving instructions to the construction workers on how to build his dream playground. The once-forgotten garden was alive again with activity. The air smelled of freshly turned soil and sawdust. Metal clanged rhythmically as tools were unloaded, and rolled-up blueprints rested on a makeshift table under the shade of a massive oak tree.  Lorenzo stood tall at the center of it all, hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, his posture rela

In the Martinelli mansion, the family was in a celebratory mood. The oppressive tension that had weighed down the estate for days — weeks, even — had finally lifted. The corridors felt lighter, voices carried a different tone, and even the staff moved with cautious smiles, as though afraid to jinx the miracle they had just witnessed. Nonno Salvatore had cheated death once again. The patriarch lives! The news spread quickly through the mansion, whispered first, then spoken aloud with increasing confidence. A Martinelli does not fall easily, least of all Salvatore Martinelli. His survival felt symbolic, like a reassurance that the family’s foundation had not yet begun to crumble. Doctor Arturo was summoned back to the mansion, and he returned in record time with his assistant and two nurses in tow. The urgency of his arrival spoke volumes. When a man like Salvatore Martinelli showed s

True to Clarissa’s claim, the café was a charming little place: cozy tables, cheerful staff, and the intoxicating smell of sugar and butter in the air. They sat at a table close to the window overlooking the sidewalk. Coffee was ordered, served, and left untouched between them. Clarissa stared into her cup. Giovanni stared at her. Finally, he broke the silence between them in the otherwise busy coffee shop. "Is everything alright?" He asked her quietly. 

While Lorenzo quietly strategized on how to fish out his new enemy, Giovanni strolled through the enormous, extravagant cavern that was the Martinelli mansion, his footsteps echoing softly against marble floors polished to a blinding sheen. The house had always felt alive to him: breathing, watching, remembering. Every corridor carried ghosts. Some warm. Some cruel. He moved toward the east wing with an unhurried gait that betrayed none of the chaos inside him. The chandeliers overhead cast golden light against frescoed ceilings, but Giovanni barely noticed them. His mind was elsewhere, trapped in a loop of memory and regret. He had many memories in this house: beautiful ones, and sad ones too. Laughter echoing down hallways when he was younger. The sharp sting of absence after his parents died. The sense of being tolerated rather than claimed. And lately, fantasies — dangerous ones. He’d