Semua Bab Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The clinic room was too bright. Too sterile for something as ancient and loaded as the continuation of a dynasty. The hum of machines, the faint chemical tang of disinfectant, and Bianca’s shallow breathing filled the silence as she lay back on the cushioned table, gown loose over her shoulders.Vittorio stood beside her, hands clasped behind his back, his dark suit sharp even in the harsh light. His gaze was fixed on the screen as though his will alone could shape the outcome. Dante sat stiff in the chair by the wall, broad shoulders tense, face unreadable. He didn’t want to be here, but obligation had dragged him into this white room and nailed him to the moment.Bianca’s hands twisted over her belly, knuckles pale. She whispered prayers under her breath, her lips moving fast and quiet, as though God could be bribed at the last minute. “Let it be a boy… please, a boy…”Outside, Luca paced the hallway like a restless wolf, pausing every few seconds to glance at the door. He checked

Luca stepped closer, the firelight reflecting in his dark eyes. “And our boy,” he said after a pause, voice dropping, almost reverent. “Everything we’ve done, all of it… he will inherit it. Everything Dante could never touch, all of it will be ours.”Bianca smiled, quiet and dangerous. “Our son will carry what we’ve built… everything Dante should have had but never will.”They lingered, talking softly about the future and the steps still ahead. There was laughter, small and quiet, the kind that came from a secret shared between only two people who understood the stakes.Luca leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her temple, fleeting but deliberate. Bianca responded just as lightly, letting her fingers rest on his chest. It wasn’t about passion—it was about affirmation, about trust, about claiming this small, precious moment together in the midst of all the danger around them.Bianca tilted her head against him. “We should celebrate like this more often,” she whispered.“We will,” L

For the next few days, Rose couldn’t shake the image of Bianca slipping out of Luca’s room. It replayed in her head like a video she couldn’t mute. She told herself it might’ve been innocent; maybe a late-night discussion, a coincidence… but the more she thought about it, the less it made sense.The next morning, everything moved as usual. Servants rushed across the marble halls, Vittorio’s deep voice called for updates, and the smell of brewed espresso spilling from the kitchen. But for Rose, everything had a gloom now. Every glance, every laugh between Bianca and Luca was watched.At breakfast, she sat across the long dining table, pretending to pour cream into her coffee. Bianca was glowing… too much. She kept touching her stomach as if it were already a crown, and Luca’s eyes flickered toward her one too many times. Dante noticed the way she kept touching her stomach, Rose could tell by the way his jaw tightened before he turned aw

“Bang!”“Bang!!”From the terrace, Rose could see the training ground below… men in black vests lined up under Dante’s command. His voice carried over the field, deep and firm, matching the rhythm of the shots fired into the wooden targets.He moved differently now. His shoulders no longer carried the gentleness she used to know. Still, there was something in the way he corrected a soldier’s grip, the faint patience in his tone, that reminded her of the man who once held her hand in secret.Rose stayed behind one of the stone columns, silently. Watching him made her chest tighten in ways she didn’t want to admit. A month had passed since she uncovered Bianca and Luca’s affair. Every time she saw Dante beside Bianca, smiling for the family’s sake, it felt like a knife twisting deeper.A soldier called Dante’s name, breaking her thoughts. She took the chance to turn away before he could notice her.The mansion was unusual

A week passed by quickly. That night, Rose had lost both Luca and Bianca, and she had returned back to her room afterwards. They are becoming more careful nowadays. But then Bianca’s arrogance continued to spill and overpour. She was becoming more arrogant and proud. She was in her last trimester, but instead of doing everything to be more careful, it was now she was more arrogant than ignorant.Why would a heavily pregnant lady be sneaking in brandy to drink and barely listening to the doctor’s instructions, all in the name of “I am the mother of the heir”?.This morning was the same. Rose had been walking back from the kitchen when she saw Bianca descending the staircase… alone.Her steps were slow but steady, her silk robe sweeping the steps. One hand rested on her belly while the other held the rail. The maid who usually hovered close was nowhere in sight.“Madam, should I call someone to help you?” a guard asked from below, his voic