All Chapters of Fated with the Mafia : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

The grand ballroom of the De Rosario estate was a sight to behold. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the marble floors, reflecting off the polished surfaces of gold-trimmed columns. Ornate tapestries lined the walls, depicting scenes of power and prestige, a nod to the family's long and storied history. The room was filled with the elite—men in sharp suits and women draped in luxurious gowns, their laughter and chatter mingling with the soft strains of classical music played by a live orchestra.Santo stood near the entrance, his eyes scanning the crowd with the practiced vigilance of a man who had seen too much in his life to ever truly relax. He was dressed in his finest, a midnight black suit that fit him like a glove, but his expression was anything but at ease. There was a tension in his jaw, a sharpness in his gaze that hinted at the unease brewing beneath the surface. Silvio. The name had been on his mind all night, a dark cloud over an otherwise glittering even

Rosa's breath came in ragged gasps as she tore through the underbrush, her feet pounding against the uneven ground. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dark woods that surrounded her. She could barely make out Silvio’s figure ahead, a shadow slipping through the trees like a ghost, always just out of reach.“Stop!” Rosa shouted, but her voice was swallowed by the night. She knew her mother had heard her—Silvio always heard everything—but she didn’t slow down. Rosa pushed harder, branches clawing at her face and arms as she ran, but the pain barely registered. All she could think about was catching up, forcing a confrontation that had been years in the making. The trees thinned out as they reached a clearing, bathed in pale moonlight. Silvio stopped, her back to Rosa, her figure still as a statue. Rosa skidded to a halt, her breath heaving as she aimed her gun at her mother, trying to steady her trembling hands.“Turn around!” Rosa’s voice cracked with a mix

The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the sprawling estate. The gardens were in full bloom, a vibrant tapestry of colors and life that seemed to stand in stark contrast to the turmoil that had unfolded just days before. But now, there was a calmness in the air, a sense of finality that had settled over everything. It was as if the earth itself was sighing in relief, ready to move on from the chaos that had threatened to tear everything apart.Sunny stood on the balcony of the master bedroom, her hands resting on the cool marble railing as she gazed out at the horizon. The events of the past week played through her mind like a fragmented dream, each memory sharp and vivid, yet tinged with an almost surreal quality. The ballroom, the gunfire, the confrontation between Rosa and her mother—it all seemed like something out of a nightmare, a world she never imagined she would be a part of. But here she was, standing on the other side of it, alive and whole. Th