All Chapters of The Mafia's Forbidden Heiress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Luciano POV I stormed through the mansion halls with fury burning in my chest. The evidence Ricardo had shown me played over and over in my mind. In it were messages, bank transfers, secret meetings between Aria and Vega’s men. It all pointed to one thing. She had betrayed me. The woman I had started to trust, the one who made me question everything, was working with my enemy.I don’t know why Ricardo forwarded this to me but one thing mattered; Aria was a traitor too. Ricardo knew this will rile me up, he knew it will make me lose focus. He played his game well and now it is affecting me like he had schemed. But I won’t let the anger linger for long. I need to crush Ricardo as soon as possible but I need to even crush a bigger betrayer that struck deep in my heart.Aria.My blood boiled. How could she?I kicked open the door to the small sitting room where she waited. Aria jumped at the sound and turned to face me. Her eyes widened when she saw the rage on my face.“Luciano, what h

AriaMorning light slipped through the small barred window, but it brought no comfort. I had barely slept. My body ached from the hard bed and my heart felt heavier than the chains on the door.The lock clicked. Valerie stepped in carrying a tray of food. Her eyes widened when she saw me sitting on the edge of the bed.“Aria…” she whispered, closing the door quickly behind her. “Why are you locked in here like a prisoner?”I tried to smile even though my lips trembled. “Valerie, sit with me for a moment.”She placed the tray on the small table and sat beside me. Her hand found mine. “Tell me what happened. Did you do something wrong?”I shook my head slowly. “I did nothing. Someone is trying to make Luciano believe I betrayed him. They planted evidence against me. Now he does not know who to trust.”Valerie’s eyes filled with worry. “That is terrible. You have been so good to him. Why would anyone do this to you?”“Because this world is full of snakes,” I said softly. “And one of them

AriaThe door slammed open with such force that I jumped. Luciano stormed into the room like a man ready to burn the whole house down. Valerie and Mrs. Rosa were cleaning my burns when he entered. His eyes found me immediately, and for a second, pure fear and concern flashed across his face.“What the hell happened here?” he growled.The first guard rushed in behind him, looking pale.“Boss, I—”Luciano turned on him like a wild animal. “What were you doing when Ricardo tried to burn Aria alive under my own roof? Answer me!”The guard swallowed hard. “He said he came to check on you, Don. We thought since he is your uncle…”“Uncle?” Luciano roared. “I didn’t tell you that he is now my enemy? A traitor? From today, Ricardo is banned from this house. If you see him anywhere near the mansion, shoot him on sight. Call every guard and tell them. Am I clear?”“Yes, Don,” the guard said quickly and hurried out.Luciano pulled out his phone and dialed. “Carmen, assign two men to watch Ricardo

AriaThe next morning, I woke up to Luciano’s strong voice filling the room. He stood near the window, giving clear orders to a team of workers.“New curtains. Flowery ones. I want this room to have soft feminine energy. And a new wardrobe. Bring in pink tones. Pack away the old clothes immediately.”I sat up slowly, pulling the sheet to my chest. “Luciano? What is going on here?”He turned to me with a determined look. “You are moving permanently into my room. No more sleeping apart from me.”My eyes widened. “What!”“No objections, my lady,” he said firmly, walking over to kiss my forehead. “This is final. Get something light to wear. The masseuse will be here soon.”Before I could argue, Mrs. Rosa entered with fresh towels. She looked at me lying in Luciano’s bed, then at him, and smiled knowingly. She stared at me for a long moment and gave me a slow wink.“I told you this day would come, niña,” she said softly. “I saw it in his eyes from the beginning.”Heat rushed to my cheeks.

AriaThe morning light filtered softly through the new curtains, casting a gentle glow over Luciano’s, sorry our bedroom. I sat across from him at the small table by the window, papers spread between us like a fragile bridge we were both trying to cross.“I’ve been looking into hospitals,” I said, sliding a list toward him. “Five of them are on the verge of bankruptcy. Public records show declining funds, old equipment, and mounting debts. If we step in quietly as shareholders or outright buyers, we can clean large sums through legitimate medical supplies, patient billing, and government contracts.”Luciano picked up the list, his dark eyes scanning the names. “Hospitals,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Smart. Less obvious than restaurants or hotels.”I leaned forward. “Exactly. People don’t question money moving through healthcare the way they do through nightclubs. We start small, inject clean capital, then slowly rotate our funds through. It gives us legitimacy.”He looked up at