บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Heir’s Forbidden Bride: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Lucia barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself replaying the same conversation from the conference room.A meeting arranged in her name.A trap waiting to be triggered.Enemies she couldn’t see moving pieces around a board she hadn’t agreed to play on.By the time dawn arrived, she was already awake.The mansion remained unusually quiet.Not peaceful.Prepared.She could feel it in the movement of guards throughout the estate. More men than usual stood at entrances. Security checks happened twice instead of once. Phones rang constantly.Everyone knew tonight mattered.Lucia walked into the dining room shortly after eight.Roman was already there.So was Matteo.Neither looked particularly relaxed.Matteo glanced up first.“Morning.”Lucia nodded.“Morning.”Roman folded his newspaper.“You should eat.”Lucia almost laughed.The fact that Roman Romano was concerned about whether she ate breakfast felt stranger than the trap waiting for her later.“I’m not hungry.

The forged authorization order remained on the screen.Nobody rushed to speak.Nobody rushed to defend.That was what Lucia noticed first.Not accusation.Not hostility.Hesitation.And somehow that felt worse.Because hesitation meant people were thinking.Evaluating.Questioning.The room had reached a point where the evidence could no longer be dismissed as a single coincidence.One document could be fabricated.Two could be planted.But now there were photographs, meeting records, false communications, forged signatures, and witnesses who believed they had seen Lucia connected to suspicious activity.Someone had spent months building this.Marco finally broke the silence.“The signature passed the first verification process.”Lucia’s eyes narrowed.“It isn’t mine.”“I know.”Marco’s answer came immediately.But his expression remained troubled.“The problem is that whoever created it had access to samples.”Roman rested his arms on the table.“Meaning someone close to us.”Nobody

Lucia didn’t move after reading the paper.Her fingers stayed locked around it, as though letting go would make the message become real in a worse way than it already was.A forged signature.Her name.Again.But this time it wasn’t paperwork.It wasn’t records.It wasn’t internal manipulation.It was war messaging.Delivered through an attack.Lucia slowly looked up.Her voice came out quieter than she expected.“They’re escalating.”Alessio didn’t respond immediately.Not because he didn’t understand.Because he did.Completely.Finally he nodded once.“Yes.”That single word carried more weight than a long explanation would have.Lucia exhaled slowly.“So this is no longer about framing.”Alessio’s gaze stayed on her.“No.”A pause.“Now it’s about declaration.”The words settled between them.Declaration.Not suspicion.Not manipulation.Not internal doubt.A public signal.Someone was now openly attaching her identity to violence.Lucia placed the paper back on the desk.Carefull

The security room erupted into movement.Orders flew across the room.Guards rushed toward the central wing.Marco barked instructions into his radio while technicians fought to keep the surveillance feeds stable.Lucia stared at the screen.The figure remained outside her bedroom door.Standing still.Waiting.Not trying to enter.Not trying to run.Just standing there.As though they wanted to be seen.Then the screen flickered.For a second the image disappeared.When it returned—the hallway was empty.Marco swore.“Where did he go?”Technicians immediately began switching between camera feeds.Nothing.No sign of movement.No sign of the intruder.No sign of anyone leaving the corridor.It was as though the person had vanished.Alessio’s expression darkened.“Lock down the entire floor.”The order was carried out instantly.Within minutes, security teams swept the wing.Every room.Every hallway.Every entrance.Nothing.The intruder was gone.Yet when guards entered Lucia’s room

The photograph remained on the table long after the meeting ended.Nobody wanted to look at it.Yet nobody could ignore it.The message painted across the destroyed truck had achieved exactly what the enemy intended.Not because people believed it.Because people had seen it.And once something was seen, it became part of the conversation.The following morning proved that.Before sunrise, Marco was already receiving calls.By breakfast, allied families were demanding explanations.By noon, the pressure had reached a level the Romanos could no longer dismiss.Lucia sat in Roman’s conference room as another call ended.The silence afterward felt heavier than the conversation itself.Marco rubbed his temple.“They want assurances.”Roman looked unimpressed.“They always want assurances.”“Not like this.”Marco slid a report across the table.“They want guarantees that internal security is under control.”Nobody needed clarification.The request was about Lucia.Again.Matteo cursed unde