All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

In another section of the west wing, Olivia lay stiffly on her side, the silk sheets around her tangled and drenched in sweat. Her hand clutched her phone so tightly that her knuckles were white, her thumb hovering over the call button like a trigger. She had been dialing Chloe's number over and over again, each attempt greeted by the same soulless response: This number is no longer in service.Olivia’s lips were dry, her hair matted against her temple, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear, fury, and guilt.She stared at the phone screen for a long moment before finally tossing it to the other side of the bed with a frustrated gasp. It landed with a soft thud against a pillow, mocking her helplessness. The room, usually scented with fresh gardenia and filled with soft classical music, felt hollow tonight — like a mausoleum.Beside her, Giulia sat cross-legged atop the duvet, watching her mother with a furrowed brow. Her legs were tucked beneath an oversized cardigan, her phone untouched

---------------In Salvatore’s private study, Isabella stood by the window, her clipboard in hand.Salvatore sat behind his desk, a crystal decanter half-full beside him.“We searched Giovanni’s estate yesterday, but nothing significant was found,” she said. “He has gone underground. Meanwhile, we traced two wire transfers made late last night from our business accounts. Both transfers were sent to offshore accounts.”Salvatore raised an eyebrow.“I’ve frozen all family accounts,” Isabella continued. “Every member. Every business. All frozen. Our allies in Sicily have been informed. Until further notice, all trade is on hold.”Lorenzo nodded slowly and asked, “And Lorenzo?”“His car was found near an abandoned church in Brookesville,” Isabella answered crisply. “His phone pinged last at one of Santini’s casinos. The signal vanished this morning.”Salvatore’s jaw tightened. “He’s already been moved.”“Maybe,” said Isabella. “I’ve mobilized a black ops team to burst the casino anyway. J

Four days later, Maria arrived at the Good Time Motel at 7:45 p.m. She checked in with a fake name and went into the room to wait for Riccardo. He was supposed to meet her there by 8:00 p.m.Maria sat on the bed in a simple dress; her hands folded over her barely visible baby bump. She checked her watch. Riccardo was late.Then there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, a tall figure entered quickly dressed in a coat with its collar turned up, and a hat pulled low. At first, Maria thought it might be Riccardo in disguise. But something was off.“Who—?”The figure lunged before Maria could finish her question. A flash of metal whizzed past her face before she felt the cold burn of a blade.Maria gasped as the woman’s features slipped into view beneath the hat. Painted lips, pale skin, and Olivia’s cruel, unforgiving eyes.“No one will miss you,” Olivia whispered. “Riccardo is mine.”Blood bloomed across Maria’s throat. She collapsed on the bed, gurgling. Olivia covered her wit

Lorenzo bolted off the chair and followed her out of the room. Outside, it was a dark tunnel dimly lit with a torch hanging on the wall. Chloe stopped briefly to retrieve a pistol she’d hidden in her right boot. Its barrel was fitted with a silencer.“Do you even know how to use that thing?” Lorenzo asked her as they raced down the tunnel.“Watch and learn,” she said smugly.Her opportunity to show off came when another guard showed up in front of them. She fired at him without hesitation, and he collapsed instantly.“It’s time for a wardrobe change,” Chloe said, inclining her head toward the guard.Lorenzo got the message. He hastily shrugged off his jacket and flung it aside. Next, he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and started to work on his pants. While he was undressing, Chloe stripped the guard of his all-black ensemble and tossed it to Lorenzo.He dressed quickly and took the guard’s gun before following Chloe to the end of the tunnel, where a flight of stairs led to a shed on t

“She died saying she loved me. And I left her bleeding in the dirt.”Lorenzo’s voice cracked under the weight of truth. The old mahogany-paneled study, with its dust-laced air and stoic portraits, had borne witness to many confessions over the years, but none so raw, so freshly carved out of the chest, as this.Salvatore took a slow drag of his cigar, the embers glowing like a dying constellation between his fingers. “She died a traitor, Lorenzo. And in the end, she tried to redeem herself. That’s more than most spies can claim.”“That’s not what it felt like,” Lorenzo muttered, pacing toward the tall window that overlooked the estate gardens. The morning mist curled over the hedges like mourning veils.“She wasn’t just a spy,” Lorenzo added. “She was... everything I didn’t see coming.”Salvatore raised a brow but remained still in his high-backed chair, the brass dragon-shaped armrests glinting under the antique chandelier’s muted light. The old man poured himself a glass of scotch