All Chapters of Revenge to the Mafia: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51The night around Cassandra's house felt more oppressive than usual. The cold air creeping through the window gaps seemed to heighten the tension that hung in her heart. The message from an unknown number still echoed in her mind, reminding her that this game had entered a more dangerous phase. But more than that, Antonio’s words—“Tomorrow will be a long day”—kept lingering in her thoughts, making the anxiety even harder to shake off.Outside, the night wind blew fiercely, striking the window panes with a sound that was almost like the rustling of heavy footsteps, bringing an air of uncertainty. Cassandra sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the locked door. Her mind wandered, searching for ways to survive in this increasingly complicated and dark game. She knew that if she failed this time, not only her future would be at risk, but also the lives of those she loved—especially Martinez, who had always been by her side, and Jessica, the friend who had entrusted her w

CHAPTER 53Antonio's words echoed in Cassandra’s mind as they returned to the city. The drive back was silent, each lost in their own thoughts. The sun, now high in the sky, cast long shadows across the road, reflecting the internal conflict within Cassandra. She couldn’t shake the feeling that things had shifted between them, but how? And why did she feel so unsettled by it?Once they reached the city, Antonio broke the silence. “Cassandra,” he said, his voice still carrying the weight of something unspoken. “You should take the day off today. You don’t need to go to work. Rest. We’ve had a lot of things happen, and it might be good for you to step back for a while.”Cassandra turned to look at him, studying his face for any hint of manipulation. Instead, she saw concern, genuine concern, something she hadn't expected. She wasn’t used to this side of him, but she could feel the sincerity in his words.“I... I suppose I could use the rest,” Cassandra murmured, feeling an unexpected wa

CHAPTER 55Antonio and Ben arrived at a warehouse located far from the city center. The warehouse appeared quiet and unattended, surrounded by a rusty iron fence. Only a few yellow lights hung from the ceiling, illuminating the dark corners. They walked into the designated area, each carrying a feeling that was hard to explain. Ben followed closely behind, walking carefully.Once inside the warehouse, the atmosphere turned tense. In the distance, Antonio could see figures waiting in the middle of the room. Marcus, a muscular man who was Antonio’s right-hand, stood near a large wooden table, accompanied by two of his men who seemed to be waiting for their arrival. The surrounding atmosphere felt full of threat.Without saying a word, Marcus stepped forward, followed by his two men, also silent. They all looked ready for anything that might happen."Antonio," Marcus said with a deep voice, his words echoing in the empty warehouse. "We're ready. Everything is according to plan."Antonio

CHAPTER 57Uncle Lionel looked at Cassandra with a face full of concern. With a heavy voice, he finally asked, “Cassandra, isn’t Antonio suspicious of your true work? With everything you’ve done, it seems impossible that he hasn’t started doubting you.”Cassandra took a deep breath before answering. She stared at the floor as if seeking strength from within herself. “Honestly, Uncle, I think he’s starting to figure it out,” she said softly yet firmly. “But I won’t waver. Even if it means I have to die, I’ll die to uncover the truth. What has happened cannot be left unresolved.”Aunt Marrie, sitting beside Uncle Lionel, trembled upon hearing this declaration. Tears began streaming down her face without her realizing it, and her hands tightly gripped the fabric of her skirt.Cassandra looked at them alternately. There was guilt in her heart, but also an unwavering determination. “I won’t come to this house anymore,” she said suddenly. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet filled wit

CHAPTER 59The night air felt cool as Cassandra left the hospital, her thoughts still lingering on Martinez’s teasing comments about Alexander. She couldn’t deny that the moments she shared with Alexander felt different—warm, in stark contrast to the cold reality of her mission. But there was no room for distractions. Not yet.On her way back to Antonio’s mansion, Cassandra’s mind returned to the photograph she had found earlier in his study. Why did Antonio have it? Was it mere coincidence, or had Antonio been watching her for far longer than she realized? The possibility unsettled her. If Antonio truly knew about her time at Aunt Marrie’s farm, how much more did he know about her life and intentions?When she arrived at the mansion, the house was eerily quiet. Cassandra’s footsteps echoed softly as she made her way to her room. Sitting at her desk, she pulled out a notebook where she documented her findings and suspicions. Carefully, she sketched a timeline of events and connections