All Chapters of La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elise's POV I was in the middle of yelling at someone on the phone when Marco walked in looking like he’d swallowed something sour. I hung up without saying goodbye and just stared at him. My nerves were already fried. “What now?” He closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. “We found another one.” My stomach dropped. “Who?” “Vincent. In logistics. The guy who’s been handling the new route changes for the last three weeks.” I sat down slowly. Vincent. The quiet one with the glasses who always remembered my coffee order. The one who had been with my father for almost twelve years. I felt sick. “How sure are we?” “Pretty sure,” Marco said. “We caught him trying to send encrypted files right after the last warehouse hit. He was smart about it, but not smart enough. Nico’s guy caught the transmission.” I pressed my fingers against my eyes. The headache that never really left these days got sharper. “Bring him to me. I want to talk

Elise's POV I met Cain at the same shitty park again two nights later. I told myself it was just for information. Adrian had gone completely silent on the normal channels, and Cain was the only one who could still get close enough to see what he was planning next. That was the excuse I kept repeating in my head the whole walk there. He was already waiting on the bench, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground like it owed him money. When he heard my footsteps he looked up fast. The relief on his face made my stomach twist. “You look exhausted,” he said as I sat down next to him. “I am.” I didn’t bother lying. “Between my father getting worse, another traitor in the house, and Greco hitting us every chance they get… I feel like I’m drowning most days.” Cain nodded like he understood. We sat in silence for a minute, the kind that wasn’t awkward anymore. Just heavy. Real. “He’s planning something big,” Cain said eventually. “Adrian. He won’t tell me the details but I heard him on

Elise's POV The call came while I was in the middle of arguing with one of the capos about security on the docks. My phone lit up with Marco’s name and something in my chest just knew. I answered without excusing myself, stepping out into the hallway. “He’s bad,” Marco said, voice tight. “Real bad this time. The doctor says you should come now.” I didn’t even hang up properly. I just ran. My father’s room smelled like medicine and old cigarettes. The machines beeped too loud, too steady, like they were trying to hold onto something that was already slipping away. He looked tiny in that big bed. Skin pale, breathing shallow, eyes half-closed like he was fighting just to stay awake. I sat on the edge of the mattress and took his hand. It felt cold and thin, nothing like the strong grip that used to scare grown men. “Papa,” I whispered. My voice cracked right away. “I’m here.” His eyes fluttered open. For a moment he looked confused, like he didn’t recognize the woman sitting in fr

Adrian's POV The eviction notice was taped crooked on the door like some sick joke. I stood there in the hallway for a long time, staring at the bold red letters until they blurred. My keys didn’t even work anymore. The building manager had changed the locks while I was out buying this cheap bottle of whiskey that tasted like paint thinner. I slid down the wall until my ass hit the dirty carpet and cracked the seal. The first swallow burned. The second one went down easier. By the third I was laughing — this ugly, hollow sound that bounced off the walls and made me sound insane even to myself. Look at what I’ve become. Once upon a time I had everything. A beautiful wife who never complained. A thriving company. Respect. Power. Women like Jade who looked at me like I was the center of the universe. Now I was sitting on the floor outside an apartment that wasn’t mine anymore, smelling like three days without a shower, drinking garbage that cost less than a cup of coffee used to. Jad

Elise's POV The doctor left the room without saying much. He didn’t have to. The look on his face said everything. Days. Maybe less. That was all my father had left. I sat beside the bed again, holding his hand. It felt lighter every time, like he was already halfway gone. The machines beeped steadily, keeping him tethered here a little longer. I watched his chest rise and fall, each breath a small battle he was slowly losing. “You’re still fighting,” I whispered. “Stubborn old man.” He didn’t wake up. Hadn’t really been awake for more than a few minutes at a time in the last two days. I talked anyway. Told him about the new security measures I put in place. About the latest Greco probe we shut down. About how I made sure the capos knew I was watching them. I told him everything because I was scared that if I stopped talking, he might slip away while I was silent. Nico came in quietly sometime after midnight. He brought me coffee and a sandwich I probably wouldn’t eat. He didn’t t