All Chapters of The Mafia Widow's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELENA I never imagined the day would come when the man I loved would be reduced to nothing more than a memory, his presence fading into the cold stone of his tomb. My knees ached from kneeling on the cold ground for so long, but the pain was nothing compared to the emptiness his sudden death had left in my heart. As I closed my eyes and ran my fingers lightly over his tomb, a part of me clung to the impossible hope that he would respond—that he would reach out, just as he always did, and gently pull me into his arms, lulling me to sleep like before. But the silence was deafening, and the cold stone beneath my touch only reminded me of the cruel reality—Lorenzo Russo—my husband, the powerful mafia don whose double life I barely understood—is gone. I felt someone gently pulling me by the shoulder. But, I remain rooted in my spot. “Elena, it’s time,” my father said, his voice firm yet laced with the quiet comfort only he could offer. It was time to lay my husband to rest. As the w

ELENA The moment we arrived at Lorenzo’s mansion, my mind was fixated on the not-so-tiny box in my hands.Lorenzo had always been generous with gifts, often surprising me with presents whenever he returned from a business trip. But this one was different. Why? Because it could either hold the answers I desperately sought—or something far more dangerous.As soon as I stepped out of the car, I ignored the staff’s greetings and headed straight to my room, my pulse quickening with every step.Inside the master bedroom I once shared with Lorenzo, I swiftly locked the door and tore the box open with urgency.A small note fluttered to the floor."Be careful. They are watching your every move."My breath hitched. My gaze snapped back to the box, and my stomach dropped when I saw what lay inside—a pistol.A sudden knock on the door nearly made me jump out of my skin.Heart pounding, I realized I was still wearing my heels. I quickly slipped them off and shoved the box’s contents under my pill

ELENA I walked into the casino, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the space. I hadn’t been here since my husband’s death, but tonight, I was here for answers.As I walked past, heads turned. Men let out throaty murmurs of approval, while women cast secretive, admiring glances."Mrs. Russo, welcome—"I turned toward the voice that had just called my name, though I had been heading to the lounge."Forgive my manners. My name is Marcel," he said smoothly. "I must confess, you look even better in person than in the papers."I didn’t bother asking how he knew my name—that would be a lost cause. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, tall and slender, with tattoos on his arm that caught my attention."Can I buy you a drink?" He chuckled, then shook his head. "That sounds stupid, right? Since you own the place."I decided to save him from his misery by laughing heartily.

DELUCA Barely had I closed my eyes when the nightmare came rushing back like a vivid vision. I had gone to Colton’s room to check on him, even though Mother had said he was sleeping soundly. As I was descending the stairs to join her in the living room, I heard voices — sharp, angry voices — and froze. "Where's Vito Adrian?" one of the masked men shouted at my mother. "He… he’s away on a business trip," my mother replied, her voice trembling. She knelt in the center of the large living room, her hands covering her mouth as though it might keep her fear from spilling out. There were four of them. The one in the middle raised his gun and, without hesitation, shot her twice in the head. A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Their heads snapped toward me, and suddenly they were chasing me. A loud knock at the door yanked me from the nightmare. I jolted awake, panting, my skin damp with sweat. My eyes drifted toward the air conditioner. It was working perfectly, hum

ELENA I doubt I’ve been given the luxury of properly mourning my husband. But I suppose this is the life I signed up for the day I said, “I do.”Dante handed in his resignation this morning. And now, the Mafia elders have summoned me. I've heard countless things about them—whispers of power, control, and consequences.It’s time to face the life that’s chosen me, head-on.I step into the grand, dimly lit hall. Gilded chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a muted glow over the dark wood and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. At the center of the room stretches a long table beneath the soft lights. Seven men sit at it—old, hardened figures with silver hair and sharp eyes that have seen too much.I stand at the far end of the table, my gaze sweeping over their faces—stone-carved expressions, eyes glinting with quiet judgment.“Sit,” one of them says. His voice is low and gravelly, the weight of authority pressed into a single word.I sit, crossing my legs and resti