Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride. : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Morning rolled in slowly over the villa, but there was no peace in it.The house had already quieted down after the strange encounter in the kitchen, the guards had resumed their rotations while the household staffs moved carefully through the corridors, as though any noise would disturb the fragile tension of the room, even the shattered glass had already been replaced. Yet under all the normalcy, tension still lingered.Lucia had been inside the villa and she had crossed their security, entered their kitchen, left bread and honey on the table, spoke to Matteo, and was still able to vanish even before anyone noticed. She must have really sharpened her edges with all these years she had spent in exile.For some reason, that had frightened Lorenzo less than the note she left behind.Tell him Andre still remembers the stars.Those words had taken sleep away from his eyes and by dawn he was already awake and fully dressed and was standing near the eastern terrace with a cup of untouched

By the time they started the drive back from the Observatory, the sky was slowly turning gold and nobody spoke much causing the silence inside the car to be quite unfamiliar. A lot had happened in too little time, and everyone seemed to be carrying their own version of it.Matteo had fallen asleep halfway through the journey. He was curled against Isabella now, one hand still loosely holding Bruno while his head rested against her shoulder. Even asleep, he looked stubbornly peaceful, untouched by the weight pressing against the adults around him.Lorenzo sat by the window and across from him sat his brother, Andre.His brother.That word still felt unreal to him. Every now and then Lorenzo would look up to find himself unconsciously studying him. The resemblance was there, impossible to ignore now that he had seen it, they had almost similar eyes even though Lorenzo's was a deep shade, the same shape of the face too and even the quietness carried traces of familiarity.Yet Andre felt

The first two days in the villa, had Andre still behaving like a guest who did not belong there. It showed in the smallest things he did, the tiny hesitation he took before sitting down in the same space as every other person, the way he thanked the house staff excessively for everything that was given to him. He walked with extreme caution, cleaned up after himself before anyone noticed. But Lorenzo watched it all quietly, the villa had never made him feel like a guest but his brother Andre kept moving like he was afraid to leave his footprints behind. And that morning, it was time for breakfast but he was nowhere to be found so Lorenzo went looking and found him standing alone in the eastern library, it was raining outside and the rain tapped softly against the tall windows while gray light spilled across the endless shelves lining the walls. Andre stood near the far corner with one of the old books open in his hands, but from the distant look in his eyes, Lorenzo could tell that

The first time Matteo mentioned the man near the trees, cc was three days after Andre moved into the villa but nobody paid attention.The afternoon sun settled warmly across the gardens, turning the olive groves gold while the distant vineyards stretched toward the horizon like rolling waves. Matteo sat cross-legged on the grass beside Andre, who was attempting to sketch the fountain despite constant interruptions from the enthusiastic six-year-old determined to improve the artwork."The trees are wrong." He said, pointing to the sketched trees."The trees are trees.""But they don't look happy."“Matteo, these things aren't humans with emotions so I'm not sure they have emotional requirements.""That's not true, they do."Andre sighed dramatically and erased that part of the drawing.Across the lawn, Isabella laughed quietly from her seat beneath the terrace while Lorenzo reviewed reports from his tablet.For a brief moment, everything felt normal until Matteo pointed toward the far

Nobody knew who had delivered the package that arrived just after sunrise. Even the security footage showed nothing unusual. No vehicle approached the main gate or courier signed in and most of all, no guard had reported seeing anyone enter the property. Yet somehow that small brown box sat neatly on the front steps of the villa when the staff opened the doors that morning and that along was enough to send waves of tension throughout the house. Marco was the first to inspect it while Lorenzo arrived moments later, followed by Isabella and Andre. Matteo attempted to join the investigation but was immediately bribed with pancakes by one of his favorites mades he'd loved to argue with and was redirected toward the dining room. "You're chasing me away… all of you.." he mumbled sulkily. "That's correct," Lorenzo replied. "At least you're honest." He retorted before walking away. The moment passed quickly. Nobody was laughing now and the box sat on the dining table under their se