Alle Kapitel von THE MAFIA LORD'S ABANDONED WIFE : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Chapter 1: The Night He Abandoned Me"Alessandro, p-pease... huwag mo akong iwan..."I can still taste the blood in my mouth. The cold marble floor of our mansion feels like ice against my skin. Tonight should have been our third wedding anniversary. I spent the whole day preparing his favorite dish, sinuot ko pa yung black dress na gusto niya, yung off-shoulder na katulad sa picture ko. I even lit the red roses and that expensive whiskey he likes.But there was no romantic dinner. There was only gunfire.BANG! BANG! BANG!Sunod-sunod na putok ng baril mula sa labas. Inatake kami. The Rossi family, the biggest enemy of the De Luca empire, they attacked our mansion in the middle of the night. The guards were shouting in Italian, "Sotto attacco! Sotto attacco!"And I was caught in the middle. I was in the dining room when a stray bullet hit my leg. Sobrang sakit. I fell on the floor, bleeding. I tried to crawl, to hide, pero sobrang hina ko na."Alessandro! Alessandro, nasaan ka!" Sigaw

Chapter 3: The Mafia Lord Becomes ObsessedI should have known that coming back to Rome would be like opening Pandora's box. Once it's opened, you can never close it again.After that confrontation at the gala, akala ko matatahimik na ako sa penthouse ko. Akala ko I won that round. Pero I was so wrong.Because Alessandro De Luca does not know how to lose.It's been three days since the gala. Three days since I looked into his eyes again. And for three days, I haven't been able to sleep properly. Hindi dahil natatakot ako. Hindi dahil naiiyak pa ako.It's because he is everywhere.My phone keeps ringing. Unknown number. Private number. I know it's him. I know that number kahit natabunan na ng limang taon. It's still the same number he used when he used to call me to say he won't be home for dinner. And now he's calling to say... what? That he's sorry? Sorry is too late.My assistant, Marco, reported that someone has been sending trucks of red roses to my building, pero pinapabalik ko l

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Tastes Like RevengeI thought after he broke off his engagement with Bianca, I would finally have a moment to breathe. I was wrong. In the world of the Mafia, a broken engagement is not just a breakup. It is a declaration of war.That night, Lorenzo was in Paris for an emergency meeting about our casino, so I was alone in my penthouse in Rome. The city lights were beautiful from my floor-to-ceiling window, but my mind was not at peace. I was holding the small white baby shoes that Alessandro returned to me. I was drinking red wine, trying to make sense of everything that happened in the last three days.For five years, I built this cold version of myself. Madam E. The woman who doesn't cry, who doesn't feel. I thought I succeeded. Pero nung nakita ko si Alessandro na umiiyak sa gitna ng Via Veneto, lumuhod sa harap ko, that wall I built started to crack. And I hated myself for it.I hate that after everything, a part of me still cares if he was burned under th

The De Luca ballroom has never been this quiet.Three hundred people. All the most powerful families in Italy, France, and Spain. All in black suits and expensive gowns, holding champagne, whispering. The annual De Luca gala is supposed to be about celebration, about power, about money.Pero tonight, everyone felt it. Something was going to happen. Something bloody.I was standing at the top of the grand staircase, wearing the same red gown I wore when I came back. Pero this time, hindi na ako yung babaeng nagulat sila. This time, I am Madam E. The Queen.My red lipstick was perfect, my short hair was styled, and I was holding the small white baby shoes in one hand, hidden under my shawl. At sa kabila, hawak ni Lorenzo yung black folder na may lahat ng ebidensya."Elena, sure ka ba dito?" Lorenzo whispered beside me, his voice worried. "We can still do this in private. Sa warehouse. Mas safe."I shook my head, my eyes locked on the center of the ballroom where Alessandro was standing,

The breakfast was... sunog.Nasa kitchen ako ng De Luca mansion, 7 AM, suot pa rin yung black silk robe ko, hawak yung kape, tinititigan yung itlog na sunog na niluto ni Alessandro De Luca, ang pinaka-kinakatakutang Mafia Lord sa Italy."Elena, I can explain," sabi niya, pawis na pawis, naka-apron pa na pink na may nakasulat na _Kiss The Cook_, na pinahiram ni Manang."Explain what, Alessandro? Na yung Mafia Lord na kayang magpatakbo ng buong underworld, hindi marunong magluto ng itlog?" I raised an eyebrow, trying hard not to laugh. Madam E mode dapat ako, pero ang cute niya."First time ko magluto, okay? Five years ago, you always cooked! I never learned!" depensa niya, kamot ulo."So ibig sabihin, babagsak ka sa challenge ko? So lalayas ka na sa guest room?""No! Wait!" He quickly took the burnt egg and threw it sa trash. "Give me one more chance. One more! I will make pancakes! Pancakes hindi nasusunog!"I crossed my arms. "One last chance, De Luca. Pag sunog pa rin yan, you sleep