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In the arms of My mafia Ex 42
Matteo SalvatoreThe mansion door opened slowly, as if the air inside was holding its breath too.I took the first step cautiously. The pain in my rib still throbbed, but it was bearable. The kind of pain that reminded me I was alive.As much as I was recovering, I wouldn't forget what Viktor did. He had messed with the wrong person, and he would get what was coming to him."Welcome back, boss," said Paolo, appearing in the hallway with his usual serious expression—but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.I nodded without wasting time."I want the house security doubled." I glanced around. "Orlov won't give up that easily. And we have other things to worry about.""I took care of the weapons shipments while you were in the hospital. We’ve got new satisfied clients.""Thanks for always having my back, Paolo." I hugged him."We’re famiglia, boss.""I know that.""The reports are already on your desk. We swept all the devices, and security’s been tripled. But we need to talk about oth
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I woke up before the sun rose, with a weight on my chest and the feeling that I needed to act. If this lawyer wanted to meet me, then that’s what I would do. Sasha was still with us for now. I had asked Matteo to hire a psychologist for her—she had been through too much. And I owed her my life. Everything was pushing me toward a place from which I might never return. I left Matteo sleeping. He was still weak, even though he tried to hide it. The driver took me to the address listed in the letter. The bodyguard Matteo had assigned to me looked around constantly. “I’m going in. You can stay here, thank you,” I whispered.“Mr. Salvatore asked me not to take my eyes off you,” he replied.I murmured, “Alright, you can come with me. But I’ll go in alone.”He nodded. I hated this life of being constantly watched.I expected an old, formal man, someone with an apathetic stare and folders under his arm. But that’s not what I found.The door to the old office opened, and for a
Last Updated : 2025-04-19In the arms of My mafia Ex 44
I buttoned up my dress and stared at myself in the mirror.The bump was still impossible to notice.As I looked at my reflection, my thoughts spiraled — everything that was hurting me inside, and the things my grandfather, Dimitri, had told me about my father.The lights sparkled over the ballroom like stars reflected on a porcelain sea. Massive chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling while classical music filled the room with an untouchable air of sophistication.It was the party of the year. The annual Salvatore ball.Mandatory attendance. Masks optional. Fakeness guaranteed.I couldn’t stand it.Truth be told, I always preferred to stay tucked away between a laptop and a screen, writing.I descended the stairs with my head held high and a dress that looked like it had been sewn by angels — wine red, with a daring side slit and an open back, held only by delicate golden chains that shimmered under the light. My hair was styled into a low, elegant bun, leaving my neck exposed like
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Matteo SalvatoreThere was something different about the way Lily was acting.It was as if she were carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but I could tell she didn’t want to share it with me.I pulled her toward the mansion’s garden.“That party was boring,” I said with a smile, holding her hand.“Then why do you throw those parties every year?” she asked, clearly unimpressed.“Networking. Staying in the public eye. We always need to host those events,” I whispered.She stared at the stars, her right hand gently caressing her belly.“Are you okay?” I asked.“There’s just been a lot going on lately.”The lights from the party flickered in the distance, but all I could see was her.Lily looked up at the starry sky, her silence screaming louder than any words. Her profile under the moonlight looked too serene to be real—like she was trying to hold onto that moment before everything fell apart.“Everything okay in there?” I asked, lacing my fingers with hers.She smiled, but
Last Updated : 2025-04-21In the arms of My mafia Ex 46
The day dawned quietly.More than usual.The room still held the scent of Matteo, the warmth of our embrace from the night before.But my heart remained restless, as if something was about to crumble.I went to the dresser where I had kept what my grandfather, Dimitri, gave me during our meeting—it was a small, dark wooden box, locked with a rusted key.Inside, there was a diary with a worn leather cover, some old photographs, and a carefully folded letter. The smell of old ink mixed with my mother's faint perfume hit me like a punch to the stomach. My chest tightened. My eyes burned.I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the first page of the diary."Today, I felt my heart beat outside my chest when I saw that baby for the first time.""The life growing inside me has no idea of the war surrounding it. But I would give everything for it to have peace."My fingers trembled as I ran them over the handwritten lines.My mother's handwriting was firm but carried a touch of melancholy."T
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Lily MontgomeryI turned over in bed for what felt like the thousandth time.After the check-up, I was happy—being a mother, and things were relatively fine between Matteo and me.Still, I couldn’t deny how confusing it all was.After all, we were married by contract. None of this had started because of love.I glanced at the clock.3:48 a.m.I sighed. There was no way I’d be able to sleep.My heart was pounding like a wild drum, and my mind was a storm.I got up slowly, careful not to make any noise that might wake Matteo.I walked down the dark hallway, the cold from the floor seeping into my bare feet.I climbed the stairs to the upstairs office.The soft light from the desk lamp lit up the journal resting on the table. It was right where I had left it.I sat down."Just one more look..." I murmured.I opened the journal. The leather was already worn, but it still carried my mother's soft scent.I flipped through the pages, rereading lines that had long been etched into my mind—un
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Matteo Salvatore"Matteo… we need to talk."Her voice reached me before her presence did. Cold. Tense. Like every word had been shaped with anger and pain.I slowly turned my head, and there she was, standing in the doorway. Her face pale, her eyes red—not from crying, but from barely contained fury."Lily? What happened?" I took a step toward her, but she didn’t move. Instead, she pulled a folded piece of paper from her coat pocket and handed it to me."Read it."I hesitated before taking the paper. It was a simple sheet, folded into quarters. The handwriting—instantly recognizable. Anna’s handwriting. Her mother’s.The air seemed to vanish around me as I read. "Viktor is your brother. The son of the woman with whom Luigi cheated on me. He was born in Russia, grew up far from all this, but Luigi kept him close. He hid from him who you were. Hid from you who he was. But now he knows. And you’re in danger, Lily. More than ever."My hands started shaking. I read every word agai
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Matteo Salvatore"Close the door."My voice cut through the silence as Luigi entered the office. He obeyed without question, but his eyes already held suspicion."What now, Salvatore?" He walked over to the leather chair with that calculated calm he always used when he was about to lie."You know what." I moved closer, looking him straight in the eyes. "Viktor."Luigi stayed silent for a few seconds, as if analyzing every possible outcome before speaking. But I already knew. It was too late to pretend."He threatened Lily again?""How long are you going to keep playing this game?" I pressed on. "I don’t like lies. And you know why.""You’re crossing a line, Matteo.""Then pull me back—with the truth."He stood slowly. "Why are you so obsessed with destroying my relationship with my daughter?""Me?" A bitter laugh echoed through the room. "You have no damn idea. I saw the way he looked at Lily. I saw how you avoided saying his name. And now that she’s in danger, now that the Russian ma
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The silence in the room was profound, filled only by the soft sound of my son's breathing. Leonardo was in my arms, and the warmth of his little body gave me a sense of peace I had never known before. He was feeding calmly, and as I looked at him, it was impossible not to think about how much my life had changed. Each beat of my heart felt lighter, stronger, as if I was finally beginning to live what was meant to be mine.I was breastfeeding my son, the little miracle I had dreamed of so much, the one I fought so hard to protect. He looked at me with his curious eyes, and I smiled, gently stroking his little head with my fingers. This was my world now. Nothing else mattered but him, the promise I made to myself to protect him at all costs. Everything I went through wouldn’t mean anything if I couldn’t give him a future without fear, without the shadows of the past.The door opened with a slight creak, and I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Matteo entered quietly, his presence a
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The first cry of the baby cut through the night like a distant echo, but full of life. I couldn’t believe it. He was here. Our son. I had given birth in the middle of a war zone, in an improvised, dark warehouse, but the truth was that he was here, in my arms. I was exhausted, my body aching, but nothing else mattered now."You did it, Lily," Sasha whispered, also exhausted, as she adjusted the baby to my chest. "You brought him into the world."I looked at the small being in my arms, still in shock from what had just happened. The blood, the pain, the exhaustion... it all felt distant now. He was here. Our son. So fragile, yet so strong at the same time.He moved his tiny fingers, and as if he knew I was watching, he opened his eyes. Bright eyes, fixed on me. My eyes. My son.I was living what felt like a dream and, at the same time, a nightmare. The war was still out there, but I felt that, at that moment, the whole world had stopped. Nothing else mattered except him. The son I neve
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The sound of the car flipping echoed through the night, a piercing crash that shattered the silence of the road. I accelerated, but the vehicle in front of me didn’t slow down, growing closer, the terror becoming more real by the second. When the last car turned the corner, its tires screaming in protest, I knew something was wrong. There was no time to wait anymore. The chase was no longer just about the truth. It was about Lily. And she was in danger.The phone vibrated on the back seat. A message from Sasha.“It’s happening. Lily’s in danger. Full force.”Panic gripped me instantly. Whatever had happened, I knew Andrei wouldn’t stop. He would never stop until he saw everyone who challenged him destroyed.The road seemed like a straight line to hell. I could see the last curve before I saw Lily’s car flying through the air. It was all I needed to understand what was happening. Lily was there, in the line of fire.“No, Lily, no,” I whispered, gripping the steering wheel.I placed my
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Lily MontgomeryI took the last sip of coffee when I finished writing the letter. Each word seemed heavier than the one before, as if I were stitching a new identity for myself. The tarnished name, the murder accusation, the pain of everything I had been through... It was all about to be exposed. But the truth, as always, came at a price. And I knew it wouldn't be easy.In front of me, the evidence was spread out on the table—irrefutable documents, transcripts, contracts, Andrei Antonov's signature, and the involvement of the American senator. It was a key piece, but also a target. The shield I needed to protect myself also put me in the line of fire. I picked up the letter, my gaze fixed on the words I had written: "To the press, Today, at last, the truth will come to light. I, Lily Montgomery, was falsely accused of the death of my father, Luigi Romano. With the evidence now in hand, it is my duty to ensure that the truth is heard, without distortion or lies. I was not the one who c
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Matteo Salvatore The night was loaded, like the barrel of a gun ready to fire.Fog crept between the old buildings of Jersey’s industrial port, where the meeting was set to take place. Russian mobsters, Italians, and a traitor with Antonov blood — all about to seal a pact.Dimitri stood beside me. Dark clothes, unshaven, eyes of a man who had buried more friends than he cared to count. We didn’t fully trust each other, but for Lily... we’d do anything.“You know this place?” I asked quietly.“I know every damn tile on this dock. I’ve killed men here. Almost died too.”“Great. Nostalgic.”“Focus, Salvatore. If we slip up tonight, there won’t be a second chance.”The warehouse was lit by cold fluorescent lights, two heavily armed guards at the entrance. We posed as smugglers from Poland, with fake documents and faces hidden beneath caps and scarves. The code was given. They let us in.Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and tension. Several men surrounded a long makeshift table
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Lily MontgomeryThe rain fell in a fine mist over New York as I returned to the base. It wasn’t the same city it had been when all of this began. Now, every street seemed to hide a shadow, every alley, an informant. Lily was safe — for now. But nothing, absolutely nothing, had been resolved.The evidence I had handed her burned in my coat pockets like dynamite ready to explode. We knew the truth. We knew Andrei was behind Luigi’s fall, that he had orchestrated every move, every lie. But knowing wasn’t enough.We had to act.I stepped into the house that now served as Lily’s refuge. Renovated and guarded, it was a hideout disguised as a home, out of reach from the police and the eyes of the world. Lily was still considered a fugitive, and the last thing we could afford was to expose her.Paolo and Alessandra were in the map room, studying escape routes and potential strike points."Where’s Lily?" I asked, taking off my coat."In the war room. She’s with Dimitri," Alessandra replied. "T
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The car moved silently along the dirt road cutting through the countryside, surrounded by tall trees and a low fog that looked like it came straight out of an old movie. Matteo drove with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, as if to remind me that we were still here. Together.“He’s going to test you,” I said, staring out the window. “He’ll provoke you. And if you respond, the war starts right there.”“He’s not the first father of a woman who’s hated me, ragazza,” Matteo replied with a crooked smile. “But maybe the first who commands a private army.”I frowned.“And who’s the other woman you had?”“I was joking, darling.”“He’s my grandfather. And if I love you, he’ll like you.”“And you trust him?” Matteo raised his eyebrows. “Even though his son set you up, and he faked his death for years, never reaching out to your mother?”It took me a moment to answer. Not because I wasn’t sure — but because the answer was deeper than simple words could express.“Yes, I trust him. He saved
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The smell of coffee filled the kitchen like an old memory. Strong, bitter, comforting.Matteo was leaning against the doorframe, his hair still messy, shirt unbuttoned, and that look in his eyes—lighter, maybe... but only on the outside. Inside, I knew he still carried it all.I placed the cup on the table and slowly sat down, one hand resting instinctively on my belly. The baby moved, as if sensing the calm. Or maybe... knowing that his father was near.“There’s butter in the top cabinet,” I said, and he gave me a sideways smile, walking over with slow steps.“You’re telling me to get stuff in your kitchen?”“In my house. And yes. I’m in charge here.”Matteo let out a low laugh, grabbed the butter, and sat across from me.The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy. Like we were both waiting for the other to break the peace before returning to reality.Because we both knew... what we had was beautiful. But everything outside of it… was still ugly.With the cup in my hand
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Matteo Salvatore The first rays of sunlight slipped through the half-open curtain like silent hands, drawing golden lines across the sheets.The light touched her face before it reached mine.Lily.My chest loosened the moment I saw her. Sleeping. Breathing.But it didn’t last.She jolted awake, and before I could say a word, her arm swung around my neck and pressed tight. Her knee came up, ready to defend.“Lily!” I choked out. “It’s me!”Her eyes widened. Her muscles froze for a second... and then she let go.She pulled back, panting, her eyes full of panic.“I’m sorry… God… I—” She covered her face with both hands. “I thought—”“It’s okay.” I adjusted myself on the bed, rubbing my neck. “You were alone for a long time.”She didn’t answer. Just sat at the edge of the bed, like she was still trying to convince her body it was finally safe.“You’ve really changed, huh?” I murmured, trying to soften things, but it didn’t come out the way I meant.“Yes,” she said, still not looking at
