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All Chapters of Revenge to the Mafia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Twenty One

CHAPTER 21Antonio grinned with satisfaction, secretly enjoying his manipulation of Cassandra. In the dimly lit luxury apartment, with mahogany-paneled walls and priceless paintings hanging as silent witnesses to his deceitful games, Cassandra stood by the window. Her eyes were fixed on the twinkling city lights below. The cold night air seeped in through the window gap, brushing her skin, but it was nothing compared to the chilling presence of Antonio."Cassandra," Antonio's voice broke the silence, a soft whisper laced with threat. "I hope you realize your performance earlier was very impressive. But don’t think you can play games with me."Cassandra swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composed expression. She turned and met Antonio’s gaze with a calculating look. "I only acted as you asked, Antonio. I know how to play this role."Antonio's gaze hardened, and with a swift step, he closed the distance, cornering Cassandra against the wall. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she showed
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Twenty Two

CHAPTER 22Antonio’s kiss deepened, his lips demanding and dominant, as if he was staking a claim over Cassandra. Her hands, initially stiff and trembling, gradually fell to her sides. Her mind screamed for her to pull away, to resist the trap she could see forming around her, but her body betrayed her. The knife she had clung to was now a distant memory, forgotten on the carpet. She could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat radiating from his skin.Every kiss, every move of his hands seemed calculated to break down her defenses. And it worked. Somewhere between the fire of his lips and the weight of his body pressing against hers, Cassandra’s resolve crumbled completely. She hated herself for letting it happen, hated the way her body responded to Antonio’s every move. Antonio lifted her, carrying her to the bed, and as he laid her down, the luxurious bedding seemed to mock her.This was not how she imagined her first time—not here, not with him. But her protests never reached h
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Twenty Three

CHAPTER 23The morning air was crisp as Cassandra stepped out of her apartment, her mind still overshadowed by the events of the night before. Each step felt like walking through quicksand as she made her way to the police station where she worked. The bustling city around her was nothing more than background noise, drowned out by the storm raging inside her.When she arrived at the station, her face had hardened into a stony expression. Instead of heading straight to her desk, she walked toward the small garden in the back. The place was quiet, a rare pocket of serenity amidst the chaos of her life. She sat on one of the wooden benches, her hands tightly clasped in her lap, her eyes blankly staring at the grass beneath her feet.“Cassandra!” a familiar voice broke her thoughts.She looked up to see Alexander approaching, a warm smile on his face and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hand. His chestnut hair caught the sunlight, and the warmth in his eyes seemed to melt away a sli
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Twenty Four

CHAPTER 24Cassandra sat at her desk, her fingers flipping through a stack of files, her focus fixed on a chilling case: the death of Michael Foster. The more she read, the clearer the connection became between the case and Antonio Franches, her contract husband. Her brow furrowed as she jotted down key points, trying to piece together how Foster’s mysterious death might tie into Antonio’s vast empire. The air around her felt heavy, charged with both curiosity and unease.The sharp buzz of her phone shattered her concentration. Cassandra glanced at the screen, and her stomach tightened. It was a message from Antonio:Meet me at my office during lunch. Don’t be late.She exhaled deeply, feeling the invisible grip of Antonio’s control tightening around her. Despite her reluctance, she couldn’t ignore his summons. Closing the file, Cassandra rose from her chair and headed to the locker room. She stripped off her police uniform and changed into casual attire—a fitted blouse and black trou
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Twenty Five

CHAPTER 25Cassandra gripped her trousers tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she fought to contain her anger. The muscles in her jaw tensed, but she forced herself to maintain a calm demeanor. Slowly, she met Antonio’s intense gaze with her own, her voice steady as she asked, “Do you think I’m fit to be a police officer?”Antonio’s response was immediate—a sharp laugh that echoed throughout the room. He leaned back on the sofa, his smirk widening as he pointed a finger at her. “A police officer?” he said, mocking disbelief in his tone. “No, Cassandra, you’re far better suited to being my bedmate.”The insult hit her like a slap, but Cassandra remained stoic, suppressing the storm of fury building inside her. Stay calm, she reminded herself. Instead of reacting, she tilted her head slightly and forced a small smile, as if his words had no power over her.Antonio’s smirk remained, satisfied with his perceived control over her. “Come,” he said, rising from the sofa and motioni
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Twenty Six

CHAPTER 26Cassandra stepped into the bustling lobby of Emperal Hospital, her nerves taut as she scanned the room for Detective Martinez. The hospital’s sterile white walls and the constant shuffle of doctors and patients only heightened her unease. She finally spotted Martinez near the reception desk, holding a brown envelope that seemed to carry the weight of the Foster case within it.“Detective,” Cassandra greeted, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.Martinez turned, his face lined with a mixture of fatigue and determination. “Cassandra,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him. They walked down a quieter corridor before stopping in an empty waiting room. Martinez handed her the envelope.“These are the fingerprint samples collected from Michael Foster’s residence,” he began, his voice low. “It’s a lot, Cassandra. More than we’d normally expect for a typical scene.”Cassandra opened the envelope, pulling out the evidence sheets. The number of distinct fingerpri
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Twenty Seven

CHAPTER 27Detective Martinez approached Alexander’s desk, his expression thoughtful but tinged with the weight of the case. Alexander looked up from his computer, a small smile forming on his lips as he greeted the detective.“Detective Martinez,” Alexander said, leaning back in his chair. “You look like you’ve been busy.”“I always am,” Martinez replied, placing a brown folder on Alexander’s desk. “These are the fingerprint results from the Foster case. I’ve already handed a copy to Cassandra.”Alexander nodded, flipping the folder open. His sharp eyes scanned the documents, noting the sheer volume of fingerprints found at the scene. “It’s a lot,” he muttered.“It is,” Martinez confirmed, crossing his arms. “Foster hosted a party the night before his death. Apparently, it was to celebrate sealing a deal with Antonio Franches.”Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly. “Antonio again,” he said quietly. “That name keeps popping up.”Martinez nodded. “It does. And while we don’t have solid e
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Twenty Eight

CHAPTER 28Cassandra stepped into her favorite boutique, a small yet elegant shop tucked away in the corner of the city. It was her go-to spot for finding something both chic and understated, the kind of outfit that allowed her to blend in while still feeling like herself. She quickly scanned the racks, pulling out a simple yet stylish navy dress that hugged her figure without being overly formal. The shop attendant recognized her instantly, offering a warm smile and showing her to the fitting room.Moments later, Cassandra emerged in the dress, her hair tied back in a loose bun. She caught her reflection in the shop’s mirror and allowed herself a rare moment of satisfaction. The dress was perfect—not too much, not too little. She paid for it and left the shop feeling more prepared to face the night ahead.At exactly eight o’clock, Cassandra arrived at the concert venue. The energy was electric, the crowd already buzzing with anticipation for Maroon 5. As she made her way through the
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Twenty Nine

CHAPTER 29Cassandra lay on Jessica Wallan's plush bed, staring at the ceiling. The hum of traffic outside and the occasional creak of the building's pipes filled the silence in the room. Jessica, who was also lying beside her, seemed lost in her own thoughts. An unspoken understanding hung in the air—the kind of understanding forged by years of friendship. But it didn’t last long; Jessica shifted and abruptly sat up.“I need a cigarette,” she muttered, opening the bedside drawer to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She walked over to the desk near the bed, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the table, exhaling a thin trail of smoke that curled upward like a question mark.Cassandra shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “Jess, there’s something I need to tell you.”Jessica raised an eyebrow but remained silent, taking another drag. Her eyes signaled Cassandra to continue.“I made a deal with Antonio,” Cassandra began, her voice barely audible. Her throat
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Thirty

CHAPTER 30Cassandra stood at the doorway of Jessica’s apartment, her coat draped over her arm. The night air awaited her, carrying the faint promise of clarity—or so she hoped. Jessica leaned against the doorframe, her usual smirk fading into an expression of rare concern.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jessica asked, crossing her arms.Cassandra nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. I just need to get back and… figure things out.”Jessica sighed, her fingers tapping against her elbow. “Alright, call me if you need anything. And remember, Cass, don’t overthink it. Sometimes, you just have to choose.”“Thanks, Jess.” Cassandra’s voice was soft but genuine.With that, she stepped out into the night, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she hailed a taxi. Sliding into the backseat, she gave the driver Antonio’s mansion address. The drive was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of distant cars. Cassandra’s mind raced, replaying Jessica’s words over and over
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