All Chapters of Revenge to the Mafia: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31Antonio slammed the door to his study, the sound reverberating throughout the room. Claire, entirely unfazed by his display of anger, strolled leisurely toward his desk. She turned and perched herself on the edge of the polished mahogany, one leg crossed over the other, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal her toned, slender thighs.Antonio leaned against the door for a moment, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto Claire. “What do you want, Claire?” he asked sharply, his tone calm yet laced with menace.Claire tilted her head, her lips curling into a coy smile. “What do I want? Antonio, darling, I should be asking you that.” She gestured dramatically around the room. “You disappear for months, and then I hear about… your marriage.” Her voice dripped with mockery as she emphasized the word. “And worse, I wasn’t even invited. How utterly rude of you.”Antonio pushed himself off the door, walking toward the desk with measured steps. He placed both hands on the surface,

CHAPTER 33Silence filled the room after the passionate night between Antonio and Cassandra. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow, enveloping the room in a tranquil atmosphere. Cassandra lay asleep on her side of the bed, her body bare, her face serene as if the weight of the world had disappeared in her slumber.Antonio sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Cassandra's form, bathed in shadows. He reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed and carefully pulled it up to cover Cassandra’s bare body. His movements were slow, as though he was afraid of waking her. In the stillness, he studied her face—her soft eyebrows, lips now slightly swollen from their kisses, and her steady, peaceful breathing.A small smile formed on Antonio's lips. For a moment, he felt at peace, as if Cassandra was someone he could genuinely trust. But that thought lasted only a fleeting second. His expression shifted to one of seriousness as memories flooded back—Cassandra’s intent to

CHAPTER 35Alexander sat upright on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Maria with an expression of focused attention. Maria remained calm, elegantly crossing her legs and leaning back into the chair with an air of confidence. Cassandra, still feeling uneasy, sat with her back straight beside Alexander, her hands folded tightly in her lap.Alexander began his questioning with a formal yet firm tone. “Mrs. Callaghan, do you or your husband, Cale Callaghan, know Antonio Franches?”Maria offered a small smile, as if the question was hardly surprising. “Antonio Franches? Of course,” she replied lightly. “Everyone knows who he is. His face is everywhere—in the media, at major events. He’s a major investor in many companies.”Alexander nodded, jotting something down in his notepad. “Including your husband’s company?” he asked, his tone steady.Maria shrugged nonchalantly, as if discussing something trivial. “Yes, Cale worked with him on a few projects. Antonio is quite generous when it comes to inv

Cassandra stepped out of the car and gripped the steering wheel for a moment, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm herself. The majestic sight of Antonio's mansion loomed ahead, guarded as always. Since Claire's arrival, Antonio had stationed two bodyguards outside, alternating shifts daily. The constant presence of security made Cassandra anxious, knowing she had to conceal her identity as a police officer.After another deep breath, Cassandra straightened her posture and walked toward the front entrance. The two bodyguards, recognizing her as Antonio's wife, immediately stepped aside without question. “Good evening, Ma'am,” one of them said curtly as they opened the door for her. Cassandra offered a faint nod, her heart pounding as she crossed the threshold.Inside, Antonio was already waiting. His presence felt dominant and imposing, filling the space with an aura of authority. Before Cassandra could say a word, Antonio closed the distance between them with quick strides and p

CHAPTER 39Cassandra quickly stepped into the police station, her breath heavy after running from the parking lot. Anxiety had been haunting her ever since she lost contact with Alexander. She went straight to the reception desk, where an officer was on duty. “Excuse me, Sir. Have you seen Alexander earlier?” she asked hurriedly.The officer frowned, seeming to think for a moment before answering. “Alexander? Oh, he left about an hour ago. Maybe you can try looking for him elsewhere.”That answer didn’t satisfy Cassandra. She immediately walked further into the station, searching for other officers who might have more information. She found three officers sitting in the break room. “Excuse me, Sirs. Do you know where Alexander went after leaving here?” she asked urgently.One of the officers, a middle-aged man in a neat uniform, shook his head. “Sorry, Ma’am. As far as I know, he said he wanted to go straight home. Nothing seemed suspicious when he left.”“Thank you,” Cassandra said w