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The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride

Bring my wife to me." The words echoed through the hallway. Five years ago, Isabella Romano died. Or... so the world believes. She had been forced into a cold, loveless marriage with the ruthless mafia king, Lorenzo De Luca where Isabella was nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous game of power. But on the night she uncovered a secret that could destroy his empire, she became a target. So she did the only thing she could to survive. Disappearing. Now living under a new identity as Elena Rossi, Isabella has built a quiet life far away from blood, betrayal... and the man she once called husband. But when a high-profile art restoration job leads her straight into Lorenzo's world again, everything she once buried comes crashing back because Lorenzo never forgets and he never forgives. The moment he sees her, one truth becomes clear, his estranged bride was still alive and this time, he was never letting her go. Now dragged back into a world she barely escaped, Isabella must hide the one secret that could destroy everything; she didn't leave alone, she had left with his son. But as enemies close in and buried truths begin to surface, one question threatens to tear them apart: Did Isabella run to betray him... Or to save his life? Because in a world ruled by power and blood, love is dangerous and secrets are deadly.
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Chapter 8

The city didn't sleep, it watched from the rooftops and tinted windows, from silent cameras mounted where no one thought to look Milan pulsed with quiet surveillance. And tonight, somewhere beneath that glittering surface, a war had just begun.

Inside a dimly lit apartment across the city, Sofia leaned back in her chair, her eyes were fixed on the glowing screens in front of her. There were six monitors positioned in different angles.

The screen was lined up with traffic cams, street feeds and private security grids she definitely wasn't supposed to have access to. Her fingers moved lazily across the keyboard, but her eyes were sharp and focused.

"Come on..." she muttered under her breath.

A grainy image sharpened on one of the screens. It was a black SUV with no plates of course.

"Amateurs." Sofia smirked faintly.

Her fingers moved faster now, pulling up adjacent feeds and tracking the vehicle's movement across multiple cameras. It had appeared twenty-three minutes ago outside Matteo's daycare.

And then everything went dark as the camera blacked out. It was clean, calculated and professional.

Sofia's expression shifted, Nah, that wasn't amateur, it was intentional.

"Okay..." she whispered, sitting up straighter now. "Now you have my attention."

She cracked her knuckles once, then dove into firewalls, encrypted feeds and private networks layered beneath public systems. Whoever these people were, they had resources but so did she.

Lines of code reflected on the glasses that tested on the bridge of her nose as she worked, bypassing block after block until...

There.

A flicker from one camera that they had probably missed in their sweep.

"Got you." Her lips curved slightly.

The screen showed the back entrance of the daycare. The door still closed then it burst open.

Sofia's expression hardened.

Two men stepped out first with their weapons drawn and them was a small figure.

Her stomach dropped.

"Matteo..." she whispered.

The little boy struggled slightly, confused and scared, but not screaming yet. One of the men lifted him easily, carrying him toward the SUV.

Sofia's jaw tightened.

"No, no, no..."

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up location tracking, rerouting traffic cams, marking their direction.

"Think, Sofia," she muttered. "Think."

Call Isabella? Bad idea, she'll definitely lose her mind.

Call the police? Nah... that's useless.

There was only one option left, the one she had been avoiding as her gaze flicked to another screen which contained a file that contained the name, Lorenzo De Luca.

Sofia exhaled slowly.

"Well," she said under her breath, "guess we're doing this."

******

Ten Minutes Later

Lorenzo's car didn't slow down as it cut through the city streets and highways.nInside, the air was cold, silent and deadly. His men sat in the front, focused, alert.

But Lorenzo?

He was something else entirely, he sat still and controlled. But beneath that control was precise rage, the kind that destroyed things permanently.

His phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number but he ignored it. It buzzed again. And again.

His jaw tightened slightly.

"Boss, you're sure you don't wanna answer it," one of his men said cautiously. "It could be intel."

Lorenzo picked up the phone slowly.

"Speak up" he ordered.

After a pause came a voice, a woman's voice. Smooth, confident and annoyingly calm.

"You're about ten minutes too slow." came the voice on the other end.

"Who is this?" Lorenzo's eyes narrowed.

"The person currently tracking your son."

Silence crawled in as every man in the car tensed.

"Explain." Lorenzo's voice dropped dangerously low.

On the other end, Sofia leaned back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes still scanning the screens.

"They took him eighteen minutes ago," she said casually. "In a black SUV with no plates, they changed route twice which was smart, but not smart enough."

"How do you know this?" Lorenzo asked as his grip on the phone tightened.

"Because I'm watching them." Sofia responded.

"Send the location." he replied

Sofia smirked slightly, that's so straight to the point and she liked that.

"Ah," she said, "see, that's where things get interesting."

" Look if you're wasting my time..." Lorenzo's patience snapped just a fraction.

"I'm saving your son," she cut in smoothly. "Let's not confuse the two."

After a sharp and tense bout of silence Lorenzo spoke again.

"Who are you?"

Sofia tilted her head slightly, considering.

"Well...I'm the reason Isabella stayed hidden for five years."

That got his attention and she could feel it through the phone.

"And what's your name," he demanded.

"Sofia." "You'll want to remember it." she added, almost playfully.

Lorenzo's eyes darkened as it all clicked. The missing piece. She was the one who helped Isabella disappear, the one who built the life he couldn't find.

"You helped her run," he said.

"I helped her survive," Sofia corrected.

"Send. The location." Then Lorenzo spoke again.

Sofia's fingers hovered over the keyboard clicking some keys "Already did."

Lorenzo looked at it. There were moving coordinates and then at the road ahead.

"Drive," he ordered.

The car accelerated immediately.

******

Back in her apartment, Sofia watched the feed closely. Her expression shifted slightly, something wasn't right. The SUV had begun slowing down before it turned and came to a stop.

Her brows pulled together.

"Shit! This is... not good." She leaned forward, zooming in.

The doors opened as heavily armed men stepped out, they're where more than before

And then another car pulled up behind them.

Sofia's stomach dropped.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..." Her fingers moved fast, pulling more feeds, widening the view.

This wasn't just a pickup.

It was a transfer point. A handoff.

And that meant...

"Lorenzo,You're walking into something bigger." she said sharply into the phone, all the playfulness gone now.

"I know." Then his voice came through, cold and unbothered

Sofia's eyes widened slightly, that definitely wasn't the reaction she expected. Then she saw it, on another screen where multiple black cars were moving in from different directions.

Her lips parted slightly.

"Wait...You didn't come alone." she whispered, then laughed softly, low and impressed.

Lorenzo didn't respond, she now understood that this wasn't just a rescue. It was retaliation and a very brutal one.

Sofia leaned back slowly, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Well then, Let's see how this plays out" she murmured.

_____________

On the dark, empty road outside the city, the SUV doors slammed shut. Guns were raised and engines roared.

And in the middle of it all was a small boy sitting trapped between enemies... As Lorenzo De Luca stepped out of his car, walking straight into war.

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