All Chapters of MY CASANOVA MAFIA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Victoria leaned back into the SUV, her eyes still fixed on the spread of the metropolis in the colors of sunrise. She could feel each glint of light to reflect off those skyscrapers as a challenge, a taunt from a city that had seen her at her worst. But that was the past. The weak, desperate woman confined to her father's mansion no longer existed. What rose in her place was a force to be reckoned with—sharp, relentless, and unyielding.Her fingers ran along the edge of the seat, tracing out possibilities in her mind. Carla, Arnulfo, Valentine, her father—each one had played a part in her fall, and each one would play a part in her rise. They just didn't know it yet.The silence was broken when Diego sat next to her. "You're quiet. Thinking about the next move?"Victoria turned to him with a smirk on her lips. "Always. The difference is, this time I'm not just playing to survive. I'm playing to win."Diego studied her for a moment before giving a curt nod. "Good. That's the Victoria w

The responses came back swift and assured."Understood.""Ready.""Let's do this."Victoria allowed herself one final deep breath before the SUV came to a stop. The doors opened, and she stepped out into the cool night air.The city waited, trembling under the weight of the coming storm.Victoria adjusted her jacket, every movement deliberate and precise. She turned to her team, her gaze fierce and unwavering."It's time," she said, her voice heavy with destiny.And with that, the Giupere name would thunder back to the streets, an unstoppable force reclaiming its throne.Carla was pacing the length of her dark hideout. A single bulb, casting sharp shadows on the concrete walls, cast flickering light. Her mind was racing over what Cardo had brought her: Victoria Giupere was coming for her.Cardo stood next to him with his arms folded, watching over Carla. "The information came from one of our moles," he explained. "Victoria is gathering her troops. She'll only be a matter of time befor

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Together,” he echoed. “We’re stronger than anything they can throw at us.”Valentine closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace. She could feel the tension of the outside world trying to creep in, but with Arnulfo by her side, she found solace in the stillness between them."Together," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "No matter what."Arnulfo tightened his hold on her, his hand gently caressing her back. “I promise you, nothing and no one will come between us. We’ll protect what’s ours, Valentine. This family. it’s everything.”She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him with a soft, trusting smile. “I believe you.”Time stood still between them. But for that one moment, brief and transient, the rumpus of the world outside seemed to fade away. There was no danger, no chaos, just the still, certain peace of love and the power they found in each other.As night deepened, Arnulfo pulled her back toward the co

The sounds of battle slowly gave way to the darkness of the night, with the faint hum of the city struggling to recover from that chaotic chaos. Victoria closed her eyes for a deep breath that felt heavier than usual, relief overpowering the fierce feeling of pride now. She had emerged victorious, against all odds, not only in battle but also in her claim to survival and power.She looked down at her hands, grazed and soiled, holding the scents of battle and fight. These were the hands of a queen, she thought—a queen forged in fire and steel. The night still stretched out before her, still young and uncertain. She could feel the weight of what was to come: alliances to rebuild, enemies to track, and trust to restore. But for that fleeting moment, she let herself bask in the victory.Marco cut through the silence in her mind with a gentle question. "What now, Victoria?"She looked at him, lips curling into a small determined smile. "Now we prepare for what next. This is just the starti

Silence crept once more into the room, punctuated only by the soft whir of city sounds outside. Don Victor placed the empty glass carefully on the side table, letting his thoughts seethe like storm clouds gathering above his empire. Victoria's conquest of Carla was sending ripples through the underworld, ripples which could become waves if not quelled.Diego's words kept ringing in his head: She's no longer the girl who left this house. Victor could not help but admit that. The daughter he had once underrated was proving to be more powerful than he had expected.And that stirred a very complex storm within him:pride, frustration, and anxiety.A sharp rap on the door broke the stillness.He didn't have to be invited in; one of his oldest confidants, Felipe, just stepped inside. His grizzled face carried lines from a lifetime of battles, his eyes still sharp and focused on Victor."I heard," Felipe said without preamble, closing the door behind him. "Victoria took down Carla."Victor lean