All Chapters of Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The Weight of Reality

Ivy’s eyes fluttered open to soft, sterile light and the quiet rhythm of a heart monitor. The first thing she registered was the softness of the sheets, cool against her skin. Then the faint hum of a fluorescent bulb. And finally, the presence of someone—quiet, alert—sitting in the room with her.It wasn’t Lorenzo. A woman in scrubs, early forties, with a calm face and tired eyes, sat where Lorenzo had been earlier, reading something on a tablet. She looked up the moment Ivy stirred.“Oh, Mrs. Martinelli,” she said gently, setting the tablet down. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”Ivy blinked at her, disoriented. “Where is my husband?”“He left a few hours ago,” the nurse responded and smiled. “He promised he’d return in the morning. He looked very tired. Wouldn’t let go of your hand for the longest time.”Ivy nodded and asked, “Which hospital is this?”“St. Aurelia’s,” the nurse replied, standing and walking over to her bedside. “This is a private ward. Your husband arranged for a

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Captivity and Freedom

Luca Santini was already waiting. He stood at the top of the grand stone steps leading into the mansion, flanked by a man with olive skin, a gun holstered low at his hip, and sharp eyes that glittered with anticipation. Luca himself was dressed in midnight-black slacks and a burgundy shirt left slightly open at the collar, like a host waiting to greet a guest he fully intended to devour.The guards handed her over without so much as a bow or glance, then turned and disappeared into the vehicle. The SUV rolled back down the path and vanished behind the gates, leaving only Isabella and the Santinis under the watchful eyes of marble statues and aging oaks.Luca didn’t move. He watched Isabella ascend the last steps between them, his hands loosely clasped behind his back. When she stopped two paces before him, he let the silence stretch, studying her."Well," he said finally, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "You always were the elegant one."Isabella didn’t reply. Luca smiled wider, not ki

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Hiding in Plain Sight

The phone buzzed again. Lorenzo groaned. He had barely slept. His body was sore from stress, his mind fractured with half-dreams, half-fears — most of them centered on Ivy. He rolled over, annoyed, his eyes squinting against the soft morning light bleeding through the drawn curtains. He grabbed the phone.The caller ID made his heart stutter. It was one of the guards stationed at the hospital in front of Ivy’s room. A spike of dread surged through him. He answered immediately, his voice rough and wary.“What is it?” he asked.“Sir… there’s been a situation,” the guard said hesitantly.Lorenzo bolted upright. “What situation?”The line crackled slightly. “Your wife… she’s gone, sir. She left the hospital.”There was a beat of silence. The words didn’t compute at first.“She what?” Lorenzo growled.“We—we didn’t realize at first,” the guard said quickly. “It was a doctor on his morning round who came to her door. He went in, then came back out and asked us if Mrs. Martinelli had left.

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Finders Keepers

On the other end of the city, the hum of the SUV engine did little to drown the tornado brewing in Lorenzo’s chest. He’d called Ivy’s phone three times in the last ten minutes. Still switched off.His jaw flexed as he stared out the tinted window, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh. The city passed in a blur — buildings, traffic lights, pedestrians — but his mind was fixated on one thing.Where the hell was she? Why would she run? Why now, when she was finally safe?His phone pinged, a sharp buzz against the seat beside him.Lorenzo snatched it up instantly and opened the message. It was a file transfer from his tech guy: ST. AURELIA PRIVATE WARD – 10:40 P.M.Lorenzo tapped the screen. The footage played. There she was. Ivy, clad in a nurse’s pale blue scrubs, head bowed, a clipboard tucked neatly under one arm. Her movements were swift but not rushed. Controlled. Clean.The camera caught her slipping out of the room without looking back, her hair hidden beneath a cap, a su

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Roots and Wounds

The town of Bethford looked like a page torn from a forgotten storybook. Humble houses with picket fences. Hydrangeas curling around porch rails. No paparazzi. No black SUVs. No whispered threats behind mansion walls. Just peace.Ivy stood across the street from a quaint little gardening shop, its hand-painted sign swaying gently in the late morning breeze. Evelyn's Garden Nook.Even the name made her heart ache. There was something unsettling about seeing your mother's name on a business sign, years after you’d vanished from her life.Ivy had called her mother from the bus station, asking for her address. Her mother had been surprised, but had happily explained how to get to Bethford. Ivy hadn’t known what to expect as she made the trip there.The woman inside the shop, her mother, was older now. Her once-vibrant auburn hair was streaked with silver, clipped neatly just above her shoulders. She wore a sky-blue sweater tucked into a lemon-yellow skirt and moved with an ease Ivy didn’t

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Hard Questions, Painful Answers

At home, the Martinelli mansion was unusually quiet. No clinking of silver on porcelain from a dozen simultaneous breakfasts. No chatter from Anna as she rushed between the scullery and the terrace with pots of coffee and warmed pastries. The household staff moved like shadows, subdued and slow, as if afraid to breathe too loudly.In the cavernous dining hall, Salvatore Martinelli sat alone at the head of the table. The morning paper lay folded beside his untouched cappuccino.A single plate of poached eggs and grilled asparagus sat in front of him. His knife moved in clean, mechanical strokes — more out of habit than hunger.The call with Lorenzo had ended moments ago, and the sharp edge of disappointment still lingered in his expression. Footsteps echoed along the hallway.“Good morning, Nonno,” came a soft voice.Salvatore looked up. Giulia had entered, dressed in a cashmere cardigan and white slippers, her long hair braided over one shoulder. Her face bore traces of a restless nig

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Coordinates of the Heart

“I need you to find someone for me,” Lorenzo barked into his phone, his voice taut with barely restrained urgency. “Her name is Evelyn Wesley or Evelyn Becker. She’s married to a guy named Jim Becker. Give me her current location now.”“Got it, boss,” came the brisk reply from the other end, followed by a sharp click as the call ended.The black SUV he rode in came to a gentle halt beside the private helipad. The rotor blades of a sleek matte-gray helicopter were already spinning lazily in the morning light, preparing for departure. A gust of wind stirred the long tails of Lorenzo’s overcoat as he stepped out. He paused for a second, scanning the skies like he could will them to show him where Ivy had vanished. His phone rang again.“Victor,” he muttered, recognizing the name before answering.“Good morning, Mr. Martinelli,” his assistant’s overly chipper tone immediately grated on his nerves. “Just calling to remind you of your noon meeting with Mr. Alex Gaultier. Will you be at th

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Lost and Found

Evelyn stood, motioning gently for Ivy to follow. She led her down the narrow hallway to a small bedroom at the end.The door creaked open to reveal a cozy, pink-hued space with soft frilly curtains, a white dresser, and a faded rocking horse in the corner. The wallpaper was dotted with tiny flowers, and a shelf above the bed still held a few of Ivy’s childhood books.“I decorated this room in hopes that one day, you’d come here and stay,” Evelyn said quietly. “Since I didn’t know what you liked these days, I just… went with how I remembered you. Back when you were little. Back when your daddy was still with us.”Ivy’s eyes welled up again. Her father, Benjamin Wesley, flashed briefly in her mind: a tall, lanky man with a laugh like thunder and the gentlest eyes in the world. He had died too young, too suddenly. She hadn’t thought of him in so long.Ivy stepped into the room and turned back, wrapping her arms around her mother.“Thank you,” she whispered.“You’re welcome, darling,” Ev

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Silence between Heartbeats

“I’m not going back with you, Lorenzo,” Ivy said, her voice trembling with resolve. “I’m not going back to that deadly prison you call a home. I’m not doing that anymore.”He didn’t move. “You can’t keep doing this. You’re putting not just yourself at risk, but our child too.”“My child is the reason why I ran away in the first place,” she snapped.“Our child,” he corrected gently, but firmly.Ivy blinked at him, her fury mounting. “Are you going to stand there and tell me that my running away isn’t justified? Your mother tried to kill me and our baby!”“It wasn’t her,” Lorenzo said quietly. “It was Isabella.”Ivy’s eyes widened. “Isabella? Again? What did I ever do to her? Why does she hate me so much?”“You don’t have to worry about her anymore,” Lorenzo said. “She’s been eliminated from the family.”Ivy stared at him, stunned. “What did you do to her?”“I exiled her,” he replied in a tone devoid of drama, like he was recounting a meeting agenda. “She’s with Luca Santini now. Our fe

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Threats and Regret

In Luca Santini’s estate, the silence in the basement was a thing with claws. It dragged across the stone floor. Scratched behind Isabella’s ears. Whispered from the corners when she tried to sleep. It had a texture to it, thick and dry like dust, and it coated her tongue, her thoughts, her soul.Isabella hadn’t heard another voice in three days. The first day, she’d screamed. Kicked the metal door until her toes bled, cursed the shadows, the Martinelli name, Luca Santini, and even herself. But the door never opened. And no one ever came.The second day, she’d gone still. She’d lain on the thin mattress, arms folded behind her head, watching the small, square window above her. A grid of rusting iron bars crossed it, too narrow to escape through.Through it, she could see nothing but trees. Pine. Birch. Endless forest. And once, a flicker of movement. A deer, maybe. Or a man.Today, Day Three, she no longer counted time in hours. She counted it in the slow drip of water from the bathro

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