The Billionaire Mafia's Fallen Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

The scratching sound of a fountain pen echoed through the silent courtroom.Sofia Moretti stared at the divorce papers spread neatly before her. Black ink. White pages. A marriage reduced to signatures and legal clauses."Mrs. Romano," the attorney said gently, sliding the pen closer. "You may sign here."Mrs. Romano.The title had barely lasted a year.Sofia let out a quiet breath before taking the pen. Her fingers didn't tremble. They had long since learned how to hide what her heart refused to forget.Across the mahogany table sat Alessandro Romano.Impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, his broad shoulders remained stiff, his expression carved from stone. He didn't look at her once.Not when she picked up the pen.Not when she signed away the vows they'd once whispered to each other.Not even when she pushed the papers back across the table.The room remained unnervingly still.Outside, camera shutters clicked relentlessly. Reporters shouted over one another behind the courthouse

The morning sun spilled across the marble floors of the Moretti estate, bathing the grand mansion in a golden glow that failed to warm the people living inside it.Sofia Moretti stood barefoot in the greenhouse, watering a row of white orchids.Unlike the mansion, this was her sanctuary.No bodyguards.No shouting.No discussions about territories or revenge.Just the scent of fresh soil and blooming flowers."You'll spoil them if you keep talking to them."Sofia laughed softly without turning."I don't talk to flowers.""No?"Rosa stepped inside, balancing two cups of coffee in her hands."Then who were you smiling at?"Sofia accepted one of the cups."They're better listeners than people.""They don't interrupt.""They also don't lie."Rosa took a sip before studying her best friend."You've been hiding in this greenhouse all week.""I'm working.""You've hired gardeners for that.""They don't prune the orchids the way I like."Rosa rolled her eyes."Excuses."Sofia smiled."You kno

The ballroom glittered beneath a canopy of crystal chandeliers.Soft music drifted through the air while guests in tailored tuxedos and flowing designer gowns moved gracefully across the polished marble floor.It was the annual Valmont Foundation Charity Gala, attended by Europe's wealthiest business moguls, politicians, philanthropists, and celebrities.No one carried weapons inside.At least, none that could be seen.Sofia stepped out of the black sedan and adjusted the emerald-green gown hugging her figure.Rosa let out a low whistle."If I didn't know you, I'd think you were about to steal every man's heartbeat in that ballroom."Sofia chuckled."I'm here to represent the foundation.""Mhm.""And secure donations.""Mhm."Rosa folded her arms."You've said that three times already.""Because it's true.""It's because you're nervous.""I'm not.""You are."Sofia sighed dramatically."I hate these events.""You hate crowds.""I hate pretending.""You'll survive."Rosa linked their a