All Chapters of REBORN TO MARRY MY MAFIA ENEMY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Three days later, Seraphina's father was discharged from the hospital with strict orders to rest and a security detail that followed him even to the bathroom, much to his irritation and her relief in equal measure.He still didn't know the full truth. Seraphina and Damon had agreed, after long deliberation, that revealing everything, the rebirth, the fragments of memory, the woman in the warehouse, risked more than it protected while he was still recovering. Instead, he'd been told a simplified version. Malcolm had financial troubles. Malcolm had made a terrible decision under pressure from dangerous people. The company was now under review, and additional security was, for the time being, simply prudent.It wasn't the whole truth. But it was enough to keep him safe without breaking whatever fragile trust remained between the surviving members of her family.Malcolm, for his part, had been moved to a private facility under Voss family guard rather than handed over to the police, a dec

Damon's office had cameras in every corner, a fact Seraphina had taken for granted until the message on her phone made her stomach twist with the sudden certainty that someone had been watching, or listening, closely enough to know exactly what they'd discussed only moments before."Pull the footage," Damon said sharply, already crossing to the security terminal built into his desk. "Every camera in this building, the last hour."His head of security appeared within minutes, running through feeds with practiced speed while Seraphina paced behind them, her mind racing through every possible explanation and finding none of them comforting. Either someone had physically breached one of the most secure buildings in the city, or the message had come from something far simpler and more unsettling."There's no unauthorized access," the security chief reported after several tense minutes. "No breach on any entry point, no unfamiliar devices on the network.""Then how did they know," Seraphina

The wedding location changed twice more in the four days that followed, each shift known only to a shrinking circle of people Damon trusted absolutely, until the final decision settled on a private estate two hours outside the city, secured a full week in advance under a name that traced back to nothing connected to either family.Seraphina stood in the estate’s grand foyer on the morning of her wedding, her gown a soft ivory that caught the light streaming through tall windows, and tried to steady the tremor in her hands as her mother adjusted the final pins in her veil.“You look beautiful,” her mother said, tears already threatening despite her best efforts to hold them back. “Your father would say the same, if he could see you right now.”Her father waited downstairs, recovered enough to walk her down the aisle himself, though Seraphina noticed the careful way he moved, still favoring the side of his body that had ached since the poisoning weeks earlier. She pushed the thought asi

The private facility where Malcolm was being held sat on the outskirts of the city, a quiet, unremarkable building that gave no outward indication of the armed security stationed throughout its interior. Seraphina had visited only once before, and the memory of that visit, Malcolm's tearful confession, still sat uneasily in her chest as Damon led her through the final security checkpoint toward his room.Malcolm looked worse than she remembered, thinner, the shoulder wound from the warehouse still healing beneath a fresh bandage, dark circles carved deep beneath his eyes. He looked up as they entered, something like relief flooding his expression at the sight of Seraphina."You came," he said. "I wasn't certain you would, after everything.""You said you remembered something important." Seraphina remained standing, unwilling to sit, unwilling to offer him more comfort than his crimes had earned. "About the woman."Malcolm nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "The night Julian

The Kade family’s own archive proved far less organized than the Voss vault, decades of records scattered across storage rooms in the estate’s basement, boxes labeled inconsistently by whichever assistant had handled filing during a given era. Seraphina spent the following morning working through them with her father’s cautious blessing, having finally told him a carefully edited version of the truth, enough to explain her urgency without revealing the full, impossible weight of what she actually carried.“Your grandfather kept everything,” her father said, watching her sort through boxes with visible unease. “He never trusted anyone else to organize his private affairs. If there’s something here about the Vesper partnership, it will be buried deep, and probably deliberately hard to find.”“Why deliberately,” Seraphina asked, looking up from the box in front of her.Her father hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Because your grandfather rarely spoke about the accident that ended