บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride. : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The first explosion hit like thunder beneath their feet as the ground cracked and the concrete split, dust burst into the air in thick, choking clouds.“Lets go!” Lorenzo barked. He grabbed Matteo and ran away as fast as he his legs could carry him, his every of his instinct screaming danger.Behind them, the ceiling groaned and then collapsed with a loud thud as chunks of concrete slammed down where they had been seconds before.“Dad!” Matteo screamed as he clung tightly to him.“I’ve got you,” Lorenzo said, his voice steady despite the chaos. “Don’t let go, never let go.”******Sofia’s screen lit up in red with structural failure warnings, collapsing zones and signal interference spiking.“Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!” Sofia screamed.“ What's going on? Talk to me!” Isabella demanded.“The whole structure is coming down,” Sofia said quickly. “there were multiple detonation points. That bastard! he rigged the entire underground!”Isabella’s blood ran cold.“Could he get Matteo out?” she ask

The air still smelled like smoke and dust as Lorenzo stood over the wreckage, Matteo held close against his side, his grip firm and unshaken. “Can we go home now?” Matteo asked quietly, his voice small after everything. “Yes,” he said as they walked to the car. Lorenzo looked down at him as his eyes flickered with softness for the first time in forever. But his tone carried something darker beneath it because “home” didn’t mean safety anymore as long as Marco was still breathing. Inside the car, Lorenzo sped back into the glittering city of Milan with his grip firm on the stirring wheel. Matteo had fallen asleep in the backseat, all the exhaustion from the night had finally claimed him. His small body curled slightly, unaware of the storm still building around him. Lorenzo drove in silence in the front with focused unblinking eyes. “I’ve got movement.” Sofia’s voice filled the car through the comm. “Talk." Lorenzo didn’t turn. “Ive been able to trace Marco’s last signa

Sofia froze the screen just enough for everyone in the room to see him. The face of the one who had not only betrayed them all but also had put them in the mess they were gradually sinking in.It was just enough for the truth to settle in like a slow, deadly poison.“What the…” one of the men whispered. Every single one of them had all recognized him.Sofia was too stunned to say a word or make any move. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as if touching anything might make it more real.Isabella felt her chest tighten as her pulse roared in her ears, because she knew that face too. Of course she did. He had been there, always been there for her. He was the loyal, quiet and trusted one.“Alessio…” she breathed.The silence that followed was heavy and unforgiving.Then, as if a veil had just been lifted from their eyes, the room erupted in confusion.“This can't be possible…”“I thought he was just here … how did he slip out??”“But he handed in his phone….”“He passed every check…”

“ISABELLA!” Lorenzo’s voice tore through the chaos, causing everything else; the gunfire, the shouting, even the world itself to fade away.She was on the ground, her sides bleeding heavily. Matteo knelt beside her, shaking and crying, trying to hold her up with hands too small for something this big.“M-Mom… stay with me…please..” he sobbed.Isabella winced, her hand pressing against her side as blood seeped through her fingers. Her breathing was uneven and shallow but her eyes were still open.Still fighting.“I’m okay…” she whispered, though it was clearly a lie.Lorenzo reached them in seconds, dropping to his knees as one of his hands held her while the other was still holding his gun. He was torn between two instincts; to protect or destroy.“Look at me,” he said, his voice low, steady despite everything breaking beneath it. “Stay with me.”Her eyes found him and got a second everything slowed; the tension, the anger and all the years between them. Gone.“I’m not leaving,” she s

The room was cold. It was not a coincidence, everything about it was intentional. The lighting was dim but sharp enough to expose every expression and the walls were bare, concrete and unforgiving.The chair was bolted to the floor and at the center of it all was Marco, fully restrained and widely awake.His eyes opened slowly as it tried adjusting to the light. For a brief moment, there was stillness… then recognition settled in, followed by a faint smile.“Well, this is new.” he said hoarsely, voice rough but amused.Sofia stood across from him, leaning casually against the table, tablet in hand. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy but her eyes were anything but what her body let on.His eyes were sharp, calculating and dangerous in a different way.“You’re quieter than I expected,” she said.Marco tilted his head slightly, studying her.“And you’re not whom I expected, Where’s Lorenzo? I thought he’d want front-row seats.” he replied with a smug smirk on his face.“Oh, he does.”