บททั้งหมดของ The Capo's Deadly Bride : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Delilah slid into the backseat of the cab, her heart hammering with excitement. The bag beside her was heavier than anything she’d carried before, but the thought of what it contained kept her adrenaline surging. She glanced out the window as the cab sped through the quiet streets. When the tall, gleaming building of Safe Haven International came into view, a smile tugged at her lips.She knew this place well. Memories of the last time she’d been here swirled in her mind, but today, everything felt different.Once the cab stopped, Delilah handed over the fare and stepped out, dragging the bulky gym bag with her. The effort made her muscles burn, but she wasn’t about to let that show. With her shoulders squared, she carried the bag into the lobby, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.The receptionist at the front desk looked up from her screen, her professional smile faltering ever so slightly when she noticed the oversized bag in Delilah’s grasp. The smile retu

Delilah sat down with a huff, feeling like her chest might explode from the inconsistent rhythm of her heartbeat. She forced a smile, though the slight tremble in her hands betrayed her anxiety. "This is the original," she said, staring the Donation Acknowledgment letter across the table. "It’s the only one I was given."Helen’s sharp eyes glimpsed at the letter as she leaned back in her chair, one brow arching skeptically. "I don’t think this letter is genuine," she said bluntly. "There are so many red flags here."Delilah’s fingers twitched, and a faint sheen of sweat broke across her temple. Ruby, seated beside her, glanced between them and finally broke the heavy silence. "Can you just get to the point already?" Ruby said, her voice dry. "You’re going to give Delilah a heart attack."Helen didn’t spare Ruby a glance as she placed the letter on the table and began to point out the flaws one by one. "First, there are grammar and spelling mistakes. A legitimate organization would

The hum of the taxi engine filled the evening air, but Ava's heart raced louder in her chest. Clinging to Martin’s arm, she whispered, "I can’t wait. Soon, we’ll be out of this country. Just you and me."Martin smiled, his hand resting over hers. "I know, love. We’re almost there."The driver’s eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his silence a stark contrast to Ava’s excitement. Martin leaned forward, his voice firm. "Can you drive faster?"The driver raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Ava chimed in, her tone pleading, "Please, we need to get to the airport quickly.""Alright," the driver muttered, his foot pressing slightly harder on the accelerator.Ava leaned back, her head resting against Martin’s shoulder. His confidence reassured her. After all, he had just successfully deposited the $100 million. That kind of money could buy freedom, silence, and anything they wanted. They were untouchable—or so they thought.Martin checked his watch. Nineteen minutes to the airport. It

Delilah’s thoughts raced. Was he watching me? What does he think of me now? Panic clawed at her insides. What was I thinking, doing that here? In Marco’s house, of all places? He’s bound to find out everything eventually.Without another word, Delilah turned and ascended the stairs, her mind churning with excuses and lies to mask what had just transpired. When she reached the landing, Marco stood by the railing, his gaze fixed on the floor below. Men in black suits were cleaning the bloodstained tiles. The sight sent a cold shiver down her spine.Breaking the silence, she said, "It creeps me out when you’re this quiet. What’s going on in your mind?"His voice, deep and measured, came after a beat. "Since you’re asking… I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.""A lot?" Delilah’s chest tightened. Her palms were clammy as she searched his expression for a clue.Desperate to deflect, she blurted, "Whatever you saw there, just think of it as an illusion. It never happened. I only did i

At the mansion, Marco stood by the dining table, his fingers brushing the edge of the polished wood. The aroma of garlic and rosemary drifted through the room, mingling with the faint scent of the fresh roses he’d placed as a centerpiece.  He checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes.  Evening had set in, the golden glow of the sun fading into a darker hue, but Delilah still wasn’t home. Pulling out his phone, Marco opened his messages. Her last reply was a simple combination of a surprised emoji and a heart. A small smile curved his lips as he stared at it. "I’ll just wait until you get back," he muttered, slipping the phone into his pocket. But unease gnawed at him. Delilah never stayed out this late without letting him know. Something wasn’t right. --- The air inside the