All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"I thought you had a flight this morning," Ivy murmured, still wrapped in the warmth of Lorenzo’s embrace. The late morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, gilding the sheets with soft gold.Lorenzo stirred beside her; one arm tucked under his head as he looked at her. "I texted Chloe last night. Had her push the flight to noon."Ivy’s smile faltered at the mention of Chloe’s name. Her body stiffened slightly. Lorenzo caught the shift instantly. "Hey," he said gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "I told you; it’s over with her."Her stomach growled audibly in response. Lorenzo blinked, then burst out laughing."Guess someone’s hungry," he said.Ivy laughed despite herself, grateful for the lightened mood. "You did keep me up half the night," she said."Guilty," he smirked. Then he leaned closer. "How about a quick shower before breakfast?"She raised an eyebrow. "Quick?"He grinned mischievously and said, "We can try."They slipped into the bathroom together, te

Giulia’s face was pale in the moonlight. "So, this is it. You’re blackmailing Ivy because of me.""Giulia," Ivy said quickly. "What are you doing here?""I followed you,” Giulia responded accusingly. “I thought something was wrong. Gosh, I should have known it was him."Giovanni straightened, smoothing his jacket. "This doesn’t concern you," he said."It concerns me when you use me as leverage," Giulia shot back. "You threatened my sister-in-law for what? A title you’re never going to get?""Careful," he warned. "You’re out of your depth.""No. You are." Giulia stepped forward, fire in her voice. "If you leak those photos, you won’t just be dealing with Ivy. You’ll be dealing with Nonno. And Lorenzo. And me."Ivy stared at her. This wasn’t the spoiled, emotional girl she was used to. This was someone rising to defend herself and her family.Giovanni, however, wasn’t impressed. "You think Nonno will choose scandal over blood? Family over image? Think again.""Try me," Giulia dared. "Go

The corridor was cloaked in darkness, lit only by the dim glow of wall sconces flickering along the Martinelli estate's antique walls. Ivy sat stiffly on the edge of her bed, arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes fixed on the door.She hadn’t moved for several hours. Every creak of wood, every gust of wind against the shutters sent her pulse racing.Sleep was impossible. Images from the woods replayed over and over in her mind like a looping nightmare: the shed, the trembling man, the pistol shot, the way his body crumpled. And Lorenzo. His calm command. His cold efficiency. Ivy’s heart thundered in her ears.How could the same man who kissed her forehead and held her tenderly now be tied to such ruthless violence?She glanced at the clock. 1:18 a.m. The walls of her suite felt like they were closing in. A cold sweat dampened her spine. Without thinking further, Ivy stood and slipped her feet into her slippers, then padded out of her room and into the hallway.She made her wa

With the phone pressed to her ear, Ivy’s voice was silk over steel. "What? Cat got your tongue?"Giovanni chuckled faintly, though the edge in his tone was unmistakable. "Now, now, Ivy. No need for hostility. I'm just calling to check in on an old friend.""Let’s skip the pretense, Giovanni. You’re not my friend. You’re a parasite looking for your next host.""Touché." He sighed theatrically. "But we do have unfinished business. I assume you've had time to reflect on our last little chat.""I have," Ivy replied coolly. "And I've come to a conclusion: you’re bluffing.""Am I?" Giovanni’s tone turned sharp. "Tell that to the hard drive containing every explicit detail of Giulia’s little escapade. It’s still with me, and I assure you, I have no qualms about using it.""That’s the thing," Ivy said, pacing her room with growing intensity. "If you really had everything, you wouldn’t be calling me. You’d already be making your demands to Lorenzo, or the press. But you haven’t. You’re stallin

After lunch, Ivy excused Lorenzo, who needed to make some phone calls and wrap up things with work before they hit the road. She returned to her suite to change her outfit and wait for him to get ready.An hour later, Lorenzo came to knock on Ivy’s door. It was time for them to leave. He had changed into a light blue shirt tucked into a pair of navy slacks.“Ready?” He asked her with a charming smile.“Yes,” Ivy sighed happily.Anna and another maid helped them take their bags to the car. The luxurious Bentley with tinted windows was already idling in the driveway, waiting for them. Ivy was taken aback when Lorenzo opened the passenger side door for her to enter. She looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, “Why am I sitting with the driver?”“I am the driver,” Lorenzo answered with a grin.“What?” Ivy gasped. “What about your bodyguard?”“He’ll follow us at a safe distance, at least to give us the illusion of being alone.”Ivy smiled sheepishly and slid into the car. She c