Semua Bab CEO'S AFFAIR: MAFIA'S OBSESSION: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 40 The hours following Dante’s declaration were a blur of activity. Men moved like shadows in the background, making preparations, securing weapons, and coordinating their efforts. The tension in the safe house was palpable, thick with anticipation. Every person in the building knew what was at stake, and it was not just the Vieri family’s survival—but their power. Dante had made it clear: the war had begun. Izzy sat in the small room, her back pressed against the wall, her mind racing. She wanted to be a part of it—wanted to help, to understand. But every time she tried to speak, Dante shut her down. He was consumed by the need to protect her, to keep her safe. And it frustrated her. She wasn’t helpless, but it felt as if Dante was treating her like she was fragile, like a porcelain doll that might crack at any moment. She heard footsteps outside the door, the low murmur of voices, the occasional bark of orders. Then, the door opened. Marco stepped in, his face grim, his e

Chapter 42 The room was dim, lit only by the flickering lights overhead as Dante’s men moved quietly through the abandoned building. The tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife. They had tracked her ex to an old, decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a place that had once been used for smuggling, but now it was nothing more than a hideout. A perfect location for a man desperate to stay off the radar. Izzy could hear the faint hum of voices echoing through the walls. The faintest sound of footsteps, moving closer, growing louder. But she stayed still, her breath shallow as her mind raced. She had never wanted this. She had hoped, prayed even, that her past would remain buried. But now here she was, in the middle of a nightmare she never expected to return to. And as if the universe had orchestrated it, the voice she dreaded most broke through the quiet tension. “Izzy…” It was a whisper, low and full of malice. A voice she hadn’t heard in years but knew insta

Chapter 44 The warehouse was eerily silent now, save for the occasional rustle of Dante’s men securing the perimeter. The cold light of the waning day filtered in through broken windows, casting long shadows across the debris-filled room. The stench of sweat, blood, and fear lingered in the air, and Izzy could still feel the remnants of the tension that had gripped her. Dante stood a few steps away from her, his back to the wall, his breath still heavy with the fury of the moment. His men were already removing the body of her ex, taking it away to dispose of it as efficiently as they did everything else. Dante didn’t flinch, didn’t even look in their direction as they worked. He was focused, his attention on her. Izzy felt her knees weaken, and she sank onto a nearby crate, her heart still pounding in her chest. She had known it would come to this—the violence, the destruction—but nothing could have prepared her for the sheer rawness of it. Dante had been right to protect her, to e

Chapter 46 The next two days passed in a blur of tense preparations. Dante's home became a war room, with his men constantly coming and going, their conversations clipped and urgent. Every window, every door, every inch of the property was fortified. Izzy watched it all with a mix of awe and dread. Dante was a force to be reckoned with, issuing commands with the ease of a man who had spent his life in control. But even he couldn't hide the storm brewing behind his calm exterior. Maya, oblivious to the danger, played quietly in the living room. Her laughter occasionally broke through the tension, a bittersweet reminder of the innocence they were fighting to protect. Izzy stayed close to her, refusing to let her out of sight. Late in the evening, Dante found Izzy in the nursery, watching Maya as she slept. The soft glow of the nightlight bathed the room in a calming hue, but it did little to ease the fear that gripped Izzy's heart. "She doesn't know, does she?" Izzy whispered, her

Chapter 48 The chaos of the night had faded into a fragile dawn. The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a golden light across the city and the now-silent battlefield that surrounded Dante’s estate. His men were assessing the damage, collecting the bodies of the fallen attackers, and patching up injuries. Inside, the air felt heavy, a mixture of relief and exhaustion. Izzy sat on the edge of the bed in the nursery, her arms wrapped tightly around Maya. The baby had finally drifted back to sleep, but Izzy hadn’t been able to close her eyes. Her thoughts were consumed by the violence, the near loss of her family, and the terrifying truth: they were still not safe. Dante entered the room quietly, his face shadowed with fatigue. His shirt was stained with blood—some his own, most not—but his stride was steady. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes softening when they landed on Izzy and Maya. “How’s she doing?” he asked, his voice low. Izzy looked up at him, her face pale. “She’s