All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Good morning, beautiful," Lorenzo's deep voice rumbled beside her ear.Ivy stirred slowly, blinking against the golden morning light filtering into her suite. She turned her head on the pillow to find Lorenzo already awake, his dark eyes drinking her in with a tender smile curving his lips."You look so peaceful when you sleep," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "So innocent."Ivy's heart squeezed painfully. She smiled back, flattered by his affection, but deep down, she wondered: was he truly falling for her... or was this all part of his calculated plan to keep her happy and compliant until he secured his heir?At some point last night, they'd made love. Memories of hot kisses, feverishly whispered promises, and tangled sheets flooded her mind now. Had that passion been real for him, or just strategic?No. Not now, Ivy concluded as she shoved the thought away and focused on the present moment.Lorenzo leaned down and kissed her forehead, his warm breath feat

The patriarch sat by the fireplace, a glass of dark amber liquid in his hand. He didn't rise when Ivy entered. Instead, he waved her over with a flick of his fingers."Sit," he commanded, his voice gravelly and sharp.Ivy obeyed silently, settling into the leather armchair across from him. She could feel the weight of his gaze, piercing and merciless. The butler excused them discreetly, closing the door behind him with a softy."You have something for me," Salvatore said, no hint of a question in his tone.Wordlessly, Ivy reached into her pocket and pulled out the first USB drive. She placed it carefully on the small table between them.Salvatore picked it up, turning it over between his fingers. "Is this everything?" he asked, studying her.Ivy swallowed hard. "Everything I have," she lied smoothly.Salvatore nodded once, almost approvingly, and rose slowly from his chair. He moved to a laptop on a nearby desk, plugged in the USB drive, and began to skim through the files.The silenc

Dinner at the Martinelli estate had always been a formal affair, as rigid and suffocating as a corset. Tonight was no different — at least, not at first glance.The heavy doors to the dining hall stood open, the scent of roasted meats and buttery sauces wafting into the corridor. The chandeliers overhead blazed with a thousand lights, casting the long mahogany table in a golden glow.The entire family was gathered, their polished appearances hiding the rot festering beneath the surface. Olivia sat stiffly at her usual spot, her pearls glinting like tiny daggers. Isabella and Ken were already seated, murmuring to each other. Salvatore lounged in his chair at the head of the table with the casual authority of a man who had seen a hundred power struggles and won them all.Lorenzo sat grimly opposite Olivia’s right, a dark cloud hanging over him. At his side, like a snake coiled too close to the throne, sat Chloe.Ivy swept into the room without hesitation, her head held high. The air cr

Ivy sat cross-legged on the chaise near her window, the morning sun warm on her skin, but her thoughts were anything but sunny. Her mind kept circling back to Giulia's blackmail situation. She had promised to help, but she now didn’t know exactly how. She didn’t even know anyone who could help.“I’m in a real pickle now,” she murmured to herself. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. Who could it be?Ivy hesitated, then answered. "Hello?""Good morning, cara," came a smooth, familiar voice. "Miss me?"She blinked. "Giovanni?""Mmm... Is that the relief I hear in your voice? Almost flattering," he drawled.Ivy exhaled, brushing a hand through her hair. "How did you get my number?""Oh, you know. I have my ways,” he bragged. “You’re not exactly invisible in that house. Rumor has it you and Nonno are now besties.""Are you spying on me?” Ivy asked with mock surprise. “Who’s your informant?"Giovanni chuckled, low and amused. "Wou

Ivy sat on the edge of her bed, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm on her knee. The mansion was quiet, save for the low hum of distant kitchen staff and the occasional echo of a closing door. The golden clock on her vanity glared back at her: 7:18 p.m.Forty-two minutes. She still hadn’t made up her mind. How on earth was she supposed to tell Lorenzo she had a dinner date with his cousin?Not just any cousin. Giovanni — the one with secrets in his voice and threats behind his smirks.Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Giovanni, showing the address of their upcoming date. He ended the text with: ‘Don’t be late.’“This guy’s audacity needs to be studied,” Ivy muttered. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.She sighed, tossed the phone aside, and stood. Her nerves were shredded, but she wasn’t about to cower. Not after everything she’d gone through.She grabbed her phone and dialed Lorenzo’s number. He picked up on the third ring."Ivy," he said flatly. "What is it?"She tried to