Todos los capítulos de The Don's Ruthless Empire: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

POV: Isabella"If Lorenzo is telling the truth, then whoever paid for that warehouse fire has been coordinating with the Vitale family this entire time, and I do not know if I trust that timing enough to stake my brother's safety on it again." My voice shook as I set the document down carefully on Matteo's desk, my fingers lingering against the paper as though it might reveal something more if I simply pressed hard enough.Lorenzo watched us both with visible tension, clearly aware how precarious his position remained inside a household still raw from his own family's decades of rivalry, his eyes flicking nervously between Matteo's stone face and my own guarded expression. "I understand your suspicion," he said. "But I have given you the only proof currently in my possession. Whatever you decide to do with it, I have already risked everything simply by walking through your door tonight."Enzo appeared suddenly in the doorway, drawn by the tension audible even through the closed study

POV: Isabella"She used him exactly the way she used Vittoria, and I cannot stop wondering how many more people she is willing to sacrifice before she finally shows herself completely." My voice trembled as Matteo lowered the phone slowly, the weight of Adriana's final message settling heavy across the entire room.Dante's voice crackled urgently through the speaker, still connected despite the silence stretching between us. "Matteo," he said. "If she already has what she needed from Lorenzo, there is no reason for her to keep him alive any longer.""Then we find him immediately," Enzo said, already moving toward the door, security instincts overriding every trace of exhaustion still weighing down his shoulders, his hand already reaching for his jacket.Salvatore caught his arm gently before he could leave, his expression carrying the particular urgency of a man finally trying to atone for decades of silence, his grip surprisingly firm for someone who had spent the last hour weeping.

POV: Isabella"I trusted every single person standing in this warehouse with my brother's life tonight, and now I am supposed to believe one of them has been betraying us this entire time." My voice cracked, exhaustion and fear finally breaking through the composure I had fought so hard to maintain since dawn.Matteo pulled me gently closer, his own composure visibly straining under the weight of Nico's warning, his arm wrapping firmly around my shoulders as if he could shield me from the suspicion now hanging thick in the air between us all. "We do not yet know who," he said quietly. "Nico only overheard a fragment. We cannot let suspicion tear apart the only alliance strong enough to actually stop Adriana.""But we also cannot ignore it," Enzo said, his gaze sweeping slowly across everyone gathered inside the warehouse, lingering just a moment too long on Lorenzo, who flinched visibly under the scrutiny and shifted uncomfortably against the wall where he still sat recovering."I alr

POV: Matteo"Uncle, if you walk into that room and confess what you did, you will not walk out of it as the man half this family still respects."My words landed harder than I intended, but Salvatore only nodded slowly, as though he had already made peace with a cost I was still trying to talk him out of paying. We stood in the study where my father used to work, the same desk, the same shelves of ledgers going back three generations, and I could feel the ghosts of both our fathers pressing down on the conversation, thick as smoke in a room with no windows open.Salvatore had asked to speak with me alone before the household gathered, and I had agreed, though every part of me dreaded what came next. Outside, the morning light had turned the harbor a pale, indifferent silver, and I found myself watching it instead of my uncle, as though the water might offer some answer neither of us had the courage to speak first."I have spent thirty years being respected for a lie," Salvatore said q

POV: Matteo"Dante, if you are calling to gloat about my household falling apart in front of an audience, I do not have the patience for it this morning."I answered the phone expecting familiar rivalry, the easy contempt we had traded back and forth since we were young men learning to hate each other properly, but the silence on the other end told me immediately that something had shifted beneath the surface of our usual games."I am not calling to gloat," Dante said, and the strain in his voice was unmistakable, stripped of the confidence he usually wore like armor, a nakedness to it that unsettled me more than any insult could have. "I am calling because my own house is falling apart faster than yours, and I no longer know who I can trust to help me stop it."I sat back slowly in my father's old chair, the leather creaking beneath me the same way it always had, the study around me still carrying the tension of Salvatore's interrupted confession from earlier that morning. "Explain."