All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elsewhere in the city, night settled like a velvet sheet over the Martinelli townhouse nestled deep in the metropolis. Giovanni entered through the side, escorted by a man in a grey coat who bowed wordlessly.Inside, he peeled off his gloves and made his way to the safe built into the marble fireplace. With a practiced hand, he unlocked it and the safe opened with a soft click, revealing a velvet-wrapped letter — its parchment yellowed with age, but preserved. Giovanni unfolded it, eyes scanning the familiar handwriting of Salvatore. He knew every single word in that letter by heart, but tonight, he read them again, starting from the paragraph that contained the most relevant promise;“…upon Riccardo’s passing, Giovanni shall be named heir… Massimo, I know you believe that you’re more deserving of the position your brother currently occupies, but remember, we are simply following family tradition. Riccardo is your older brother, and that automatically puts him next in line after me.

Back in Venice, the air inside the palazzo crackled with tension as other matters arising were cautiously deliberated on. The earlier verdict still hung over the room like a dark storm cloud.Virgilio De Russo was cut short mid-sentence when the double doors of the meeting chamber suddenly swung open.Giovanni Martinelli entered like a ghost reclaimed. He was dressed in black and flanked by two armed men. “Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” Contessa Rafaella said affectionately.“Hello, Godmother,” Giovanni greeted her, his expression softening a little. But when he gazed across the room and saw his grandfather and cousin, his face hardened again.He walked without pause to the council table and placed a sealed envelope before Don Siro."This is the letter my grandfather here wrote to my father many years ago. In it, Don Salvatore Martinelli named me the rightful heir to the Martinelli empire."The room dissolved into an uneasy murmur. Lorenzo looked sharply at Salvatore, whose face

In Lorenzo’s suite, Ivy stirred in the now-empty bed. She reached out instinctively, felt the cold sheets beside her, and her heart sank a little. Still, a soft smile played on her lips as the memory of the night washed over her.She sat up, wrapping herself in the silk robe she had discarded hours before. She hugged it tightly around her as she padded barefoot back to her suite.Ivy dressed in a soft lavender blouse and white slacks, tying her hair into a loose braid. When Anna appeared, carrying a tray of tea and fruit, Ivy declined with a strained smile."I’ll dress myself today," she said.Anna hesitated. "Are you sure, Signora?"Ivy nodded. "Yes, I’m sure."There was a pause."Are you finally ready to tell me who Vibiana was?" Ivy asked.Anna stiffened. She set the tray down and shook her head. "Please, Signora. Don’t ask me again. For your safety.""My safety?" Ivy repeated.But Anna said nothing more.Ivy shrugged and said, “Fine. Don’t talk. I’m going downstairs for breakfast.

Isabella stood in the doorway, poised as ever, her arms crossed elegantly over her chest. Her eyes swept over Giulia first, then rested on Ivy with mild surprise. A smirk curled the corner of her lips.“Oh, here you are,” she said dryly, her eyes on Ivy. “I'm beginning to suspect that you're a cat posing as a human. I don't know anyone else with nine lives like you.”Ivy didn’t flinch. “Is that supposed to be a joke?” she asked.Isabella shrugged with exaggerated indifference. “I'm not the court jester here. That’s your job.”Giulia rolled her eyes and said, “What do you want, Isabella?”With a glance at her younger sister, Isabella replied, “A moment alone with you.”Ivy began to rise without protest, but Giulia reached out and placed a firm hand on her arm.“Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”Isabella’s smile thinned. “Really, Giulia? Must we dramatize everything? I come to speak privately, and now you want to host a council meeting?”Giulia’s tone sharpened.

Moments later, the phone pinged again. The lab results had been attached. Lorenzo clicked without hesitation. His eyes scanned the report line by line. And then, he stopped breathing.Test result: Positive.HCG level: Elevated.Gestational estimate: 8 weeks.His jaw slackened. He sat up abruptly, eyes locked on the screen, pinching to zoom, as if enlarging the words would help him believe them.Ivy stirred beside him. “Lorenzo?” she mumbled, still half-asleep. She blinked up at him, alarmed by the expression on his face. “What is it?”He turned slowly. His eyes, always so steady, now glistened with a sudden sheen.“Incredible,” he whispered, then louder — “Ivy… we’re going to have a baby.”For a beat, neither of them moved.Ivy’s breath caught. “What…?”“You’re pregnant.” Lorenzo’s voice was hoarse, stunned. “It’s real.”Her lips parted. A rush of emotions flooded her face: fear, confusion, and something tender beneath it all.“I didn’t— I mean, I didn’t even think—” Ivy stuttered.Lo