Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Boss’s Secret Wife: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elena's POV “Where is she? Dante!” My voice was shaking so badly I barely recognized it. I knew he could see the worry all over my face. I hadn't stopped crying. My eyes were burning, my throat was raw, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. The house was too quiet. It was the kind of quiet that hurts your ears. Jade's little pink shoes were still by the front door, exactly where she kicked them off this morning. Her backpack was thrown on the couch where she always leaves it. Her toys were scattered on the living room floor, her crayons open on the coffee table with a half-finished drawing of the three of us. Everything was exactly how she left it, except she wasn't here. And the longer I stared at her things, the more I felt like I was going to be sick. I had been pacing by the window since Dante left two hours ago. I counted every minute. Every time a car passed our street, I ran to look. Every time a shadow moved outside, I held my breath. Every time it wasn't him, every time it

Elena’s POV“This, Dante… this is the reason I left. Just sign the divorce papers and let Jade and me leave,” I said, authority ringing clear in my voice.“No! Elena, I can protect you and our daughter… I can do it. Just give me a chance,” he pleaded, desperation bleeding into every word as if he couldn't bear the thought of us slipping away.“Protect?” A bitter laugh caught in my throat. “Is this what your protection looks like, Dante? My daughter almost died! My baby was kidnapped and almost died!” Every syllable landed like a blow, my voice turned to stone.He flinched as if my words struck him harder than any bullet ever could. His almond eyes darkened, a mix of guilt and sheer desperation flickering across his bruised face.“You think I don’t know that, Elena?!” Dante’s voice cracked, rising with raw frustration as he ran a bloody hand through his hair. “You think I wasn't losing my damn mind every single second she was gone?! Alessandro isn't just some common thug you can hide f

Elena’s POVThe first thing I felt when I drifted back to consciousness was the heavy, suffocating heat of the duvet and a dull, pulsing ache between my thighs. My body felt heavy, almost fragile, as if the events of the previous night had physically rewritten the way I functioned. I shifted slightly, and a low, satisfied hum vibrated against the back of my neck. I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was. The scent of sandalwood and raw masculinity clung to the sheets, enveloping me in a cocoon of his presence.I tried to stretch, but a strong arm tightened around my waist, hauling me backward until my spine was pressed firmly against a chest that felt like a wall of granite. Dante was awake. He had been watching me sleep.“Good morning, baby,” he rasped, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than it had been last night. He pressed a lingering, searing kiss to the sensitive curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver.“D-Dante...” I whispere

Elena’s POV The breath dissolved in my lungs. The underground garage felt suffocating, the cold air suddenly too thick to pull in. The man in the charcoal suit took a deliberate, measured step toward me, his leather shoes clicking against the slick concrete. Behind him, the two guards shifted in tandem, blocking the headlights of my car. "Back up," I managed to force through numb lips, clutching the strap of my duffel bag like a lifeline. "Dante—" "Dante is upstairs, convincing himself he’s still in control of you," the man interrupted, his tone sickeningly polite. "Which makes this the ideal window for us to have an uninterrupted conversation." Before he could close the distance, the heavy iron door of the fire stairwell behind me burst open with a deafening bang. Dante didn't just walk out he moved like a predator hunting blood. He was still in the dark sweatpants, a hasty black coat thrown over his bare, scratched chest, his eyes burning with a lethal fury that made the concr

Elena’s POVThe lock clicked shut behind me, the sound tiny and pathetic against the velvet hush of the corridor.My spine went rigid against the dark wood of the door. Dante didn't shift in the armchair. He didn't lift the gun resting against his thigh, but the sheer weight of his presence held me pinned to the threshold as effectively as iron chains. In the amber wash of the hallway sconces, his eyes were sunken, dark hollows gouged into bone, burning with a lethal combination of grief and cold, predatory calculation."Five years, Elena," he murmured, his voice scraping low like grinding stone. "I tore cities apart looking for you. I spent three months drowning the docks in blood because I thought one of my rivals had buried you in concrete. And all this time... you had her.""I had to protect her," I whispered, the words trembling off my lips, useless against the immense shadow of his rage. "Look at what happened tonight, Dante. Look at what Lorenzo did! That is your world. That ha