All Chapters of Revenge to the Mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The sound of the door opening caught the attention of Uncle Lionel and Aunt Marrie. They were having a light conversation when the girl they considered their own daughter joined them. Cassandra leaned back on the sofa."You look tired," Uncle Lionel remarked, folding the newspaper he had just finished reading and placing it on the table. Lowering his reading glasses, he looked at Cassandra with concern. "Taking care of criminals again today?"Cassandra nodded. "Yeah, this city really is full of criminals, Uncle. By the way, are you busy?""No. I just finished reading the paper. Some things were interesting, but no, I’m not busy. Is there something you need to talk to me about?"Glancing nervously toward Aunt Marrie, Cassandra slowly nodded.Beside her, Aunt Marrie, with her usual scowl, sighed heavily and lazily rolled her eyes. "I’ll take care of the pigs. You two finish your conversation," she said flatly, standing and smoothing her worn apron. "After you're done, you better help me

Cassandra stepped out of Jessica’s house, carefully closing the door to avoid making any noise. The morning was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind accompanying her steps toward her car.Once she reached the driver’s seat, she opened the door, sat down, and took a deep breath as if trying to calm her mind before diving into a challenging day. Her eyes were still half-asleep when she accidentally glanced at the second-floor balcony of Jessica’s house. There, Jessica stood, wearing her burgundy kimono, accompanied by a man with an athletic build. He wore a black shirt and ripped jeans, his hair tousled but styled to look that way.From inside her car, Cassandra could see them kissing—long and intense, as if they didn’t care about the world around them. The man cupped Jessica’s face with both hands, and Jessica laughed softly between kisses, her trademark mischievous smile returning to her face. They looked like a couple caught in temporary happiness, which Cassandra knew

Cassandra sat lost in thought at her desk, staring blankly at her computer screen displaying the last files on Cale Callaghan. Her hand propped up her chin as her mind raced in circles. Cale's death had hit hard, shattering all the plans and leads she had meticulously gathered.Cassandra had intended to connect this case to Antonio Franches. She was convinced Cale held the answers regarding Antonio’s involvement in Michael Foster’s murder. But now, with Cale’s sudden and mysterious death, everything felt chaotic. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She opened an electronic file on her computer, browsing through Cale’s interrogation notes and the reports on illegal transactions she had uncovered.There was no direct evidence pointing to Antonio, but Cassandra knew—there was something beneath the surface. Cale wouldn’t have just given up and committed suicide. In her head, she replayed everything. What if someone had forced Cale to stay silent? Or, worse, what

Cassandra stepped into La Marque restaurant, wearing a knee-length red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long, dark hair was left loose, softly wavy and falling just to her shoulders, adding an elegant touch to her appearance.Each step was accompanied by the soft sound of her heels clicking against the marble floor, creating a rhythm that seemed to affirm her presence. Under the dim light of crystal chandeliers, Cassandra looked stunning, like someone meant to be the center of attention. But the room was empty—no other guests, no bustle. She could only hear the soft rustling of satin curtains and the faint clinking of dishes from the distant kitchen.Cassandra paused briefly at the entrance of the restaurant. Her eyes scanned every corner, looking for any signs of activity beyond herself and the staff moving in the shadows. The large room with its neatly arranged round tables felt strange in its emptiness, as if it had been prepared for one special event.A small smile play

After the formal event ended, Cassandra quickly made her way to the restroom, seeking an escape from the suffocating atmosphere that still clung to her skin. The long white gown she wore swayed lightly with her hurried steps, as if amplifying the panic in her heart, desperate to calm her shattered emotions. Once inside the empty restroom, she shut the door behind her and leaned against the marble sink, staring at her reflection, tired and cold, in the mirror.Cassandra closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to release the tension in her chest. The memory of Antonio’s sudden kiss still burned on her lips. She tried to erase the feeling from herself, but no matter how hard she tried, the image of that kiss refused to fade. She swallowed hard, cursing herself for losing control even for a moment.“Stupid! How could you let him touch you like that?” she whispered angrily to herself, her lips trembling. What might have seemed romantic to others felt like fire, burning her heart with rage. Be