Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge to the Mafia: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Chapter 81That morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of Cassandra's room. Antonio sat in the chair by the bed, his gaze fixed on his wife, who was still sound asleep. Thoughts of looming threats weighed heavily on his mind, but watching Cassandra sleep peacefully gave him the strength he needed.A soft knock on the door made Antonio turn his head. He stood and walked out cautiously so as not to wake Cassandra. In the hallway, Marcus was waiting, his expression tense.“Sir, we have new developments,” he said in a low voice. “We managed to unlock the burner phone found in Thomas’s pocket.”Antonio nodded, signaling Marcus to continue.“There were several encrypted messages, but one name appeared repeatedly: Viktor Reznov. We believe he’s the mastermind behind all of this.”The name made Antonio pause. Viktor Reznov wasn’t just another name in the criminal underworld; he was someone with a fearsome reputation. Antonio realized that this wasn’t an ordinary threat.“Where w

Chapter 83The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. Cassandra stirred slightly, her head resting on Antonio’s chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She blinked a few times, realizing they had fallen asleep together on the sofa. Antonio’s arm was still draped protectively around her, his face serene and unguarded in sleep.For a moment, Cassandra hesitated, gazing at him. In this vulnerable state, Antonio seemed different—less guarded, almost tender. A faint smile appeared on Cassandra’s lips as she gently slid out of his embrace. She reached for the folded blanket nearby and carefully covered him, her fingers pausing briefly on his shoulder.“Sleep well,” she murmured softly before heading upstairs.When Antonio woke up, the blanket still covered him, and the living room was silent. He glanced around, his senses sharpening as he realized Cassandra was no longer there. Stretching his limbs, he stood and walked toward

Cassandra sat in her car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Her mind was still reeling from Alexander’s rejection. If she couldn’t rely on the police, she would have to find another way. Her gaze flickered to the bag on the passenger seat—inside, a plastic-wrapped shirt stained with Antonio’s blood remained neatly tucked away. Her breath came heavy. She knew exactly what it meant to seek help outside the law, but she had no other choice. She needed the truth. After a moment of hesitation, Cassandra pulled out her phone and typed a message. “I need help. Can we meet?” The message was sent to someone she hadn’t contacted in a long time—David Romero, a former police informant who once worked with Alexander. The man had deep connections in the underworld and was skilled enough to navigate the fine line between both sides of the law. If there was anyone who could trace the origins of this blood without drawing suspicion, it was David. It didn’t take long for her phone to vibrate. A repl

The night breeze brushed against Cassandra’s face, gently teasing her hair as she sat on the balcony, gazing at the dark sky illuminated only by the moonlight. Her mind spun endlessly, her chest tightening with every thought. After everything—the abduction, the blood on his shirt, the threats drawing closer—she could no longer hide the truth. She had to say it. Heavy footsteps echoed from inside the room, and Cassandra turned just as Antonio entered, closing the door behind him with a quiet finality. He wore a black shirt, the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his firm chest. His sharp eyes locked onto hers instantly, as if he already knew that something was about to change tonight.Cassandra stood, swallowing hard, gathering the courage that felt like it was slipping through her fingers. There was only one way forward—facing him head-on."I'm not just an ordinary woman you married..." Her voice wavered slightly, but she forced herself to continue. "I'm a cop, Antonio."Silenc

Cassandra swallowed hard, her body tensing as Antonio’s fingers still held her chin, forcing her to look at him. His sharp gaze stripped her bare, as if reading every secret she was trying to hide."What are you hiding, Cass?" Antonio repeated, his voice calm, but beneath it lay a real and undeniable threat.Cassandra tried to steady her erratic heartbeat. She could lie. She could say it was just an ordinary message, something unimportant. But Antonio wasn’t a fool—he could see through lies as easily as breathing.“I…” Cassandra averted her gaze, inhaling slowly to keep her voice from shaking.“It was just a message from someone… someone who reminded me of my past.” Antonio raised an eyebrow, his expression still unreadable.“From who?” Cassandra bit her lip, desperately searching for a lie that sounded believable.“An old friend… someone who warned me to be careful.”“An old friend?” Antonio narrowed his eyes.“Or someone you were planning to report me to?” Her heart dropped.Slowly,