All Chapters of After The Divorce, I Suddenly Inherited $100 trillion : Chapter 191
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The Mafia conflict
Lucy's eyes darted between Bruce and Isabella, her voice small. "Bruce?"Bruce didn't respond. He couldn't. His eyes remained fixed on the little boy cradled in Isabella's arms: on his dark curls, the shape of his eyes, and the curious way he regarded Bruce. The world around him seemed to blur, with the child the only thing he could focus on.Isabella's voice cut through the silence, steady and clear. "We can do a DNA test if you doubt me. But I assure you, he's yours."Bruce's throat felt dry. He tore his gaze away from the boy and met Isabella's eyes. "We'll talk on the way to the hospital," he said, gesturing toward his Audi S8 parked by the curb. "Get in the car."Isabella nodded and walked toward the vehicle, holding Michaelangelo gently in her arms.Lucy stepped forward, her voice edged with confusion. "Bruce, what's going on?"Bruce faced her, his expression impossible to read. "I don't know. But I intend to find out."Lucy's jaw tightened. "I'm coming with you."Bruce shook h
The DNA test result
The hospital waiting room felt cold, sterile, and eerily quiet. The silence was filled with the hum of fluorescent lights, occasionally broken by announcements over the intercom. Bruce sat across from Isabella, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. His eyes were fixed on the small boy sitting in her lap.Michaelangelo sat contentedly on his mother's lap, his small fingers wrapped around a toy car Isabella had pulled from her bag. He made soft vrooming sounds as he moved the car back and forth across her knee, his dark curls bouncing with each movement.Isabella laughed softly, brushing a curl from his forehead. "You're going to wear that car out, my love."Michaelangelo looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. "Mama, when can we go home?""Soon, tesoro," she said softly, her voice tender. "Soon."Bruce watched them, captivated. There was something in the way Isabella cradled her son with such tenderness and love that it made Bruce's chest ache. He didn't know
Uncle
Bruce drove through the towering iron gates of the Shepherd estate, the sprawling White mansion rising before him as they approached. The evening sun bathed the estate in a golden light, making it look like something out of a painting.Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Her gaze swept across the vast grounds, the fountains, the gardens, and the sheer scale of the property. She turned to Bruce, her voice filled with disbelief."You live here?"Bruce kept his eyes on the road, his tone casual. "Kind of. My uncle is a butler who works for the Shepherd family. He's been with them for decades. He's the one who arranged for us to stay here."Isabella's jaw dropped. "You never mentioned that you had an uncle working for the richest family in the world."Bruce glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "We didn't really spend much time getting to know each other back then. I mean, I wouldn't have known your father ran a Mafia empire if you hadn't told me."I
Save the Godfather
Bruce's eyes opened wide in surprise. He pushed away from the wall, his voice sharp and urgent. "Isabella, are you out of your mind? You can't do that!"Isabella's jaw tightened, but she held her ground. "I can't just sit here and wait for a miracle to happen, Bruce. My father is locked up in a Marchetti prison. The only reason he's still alive is because Enzo is using him as leverage to drag me back. The longer he stays there, the more he suffers." She paused, her voice cracking. "I can't bear to live with that. I must save him."Bruce stepped closer, his voice firm. "And you think walking into a Mafia stronghold is the solution? That's suicide."Isabella let out a bitter laugh. "I was raised in a Mafia home, Bruce. I've been surrounded by danger my entire life. I know how to take care of myself. I know how to survive."Bruce shook his head sharply. "You're walking right into a trap, and you know it. Enzo wants you to come; he's counting on it. You shouldn’t take the risk, especiall
Enzo Marchetti
The underground cell was cold and damp, filled with the stench of mildew and decay. Flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly shadows across the stone walls. In the corner of the room, the Godfather sat slumped against the wall, his wrists shackled in chains, his body bruised and battered.It was hard to recognize him. His dark hair was stuck together, damp with grease. His beard had become long and unruly, marked with streaks of gray and dirt. His face was bruised, with swollen eyes, a split lip, and a cut above his brow that had dried into a dark scab. His clothes were torn and filthy, hanging loosely on a body that had grown thin from weeks of neglect and starvation.He didn’t glance up as the heavy metal door screeched open.Enzo Marchetti stepped into the cell, his footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. He wore an expensive suit, his dark hair slicked back, his smile sharp and cold. He stopped in front of the Godfather, looking down at him with contempt."
Bruce and Enzo
Bruce placed the magazine on the armrest and leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with a calm, unbothered expression."Sit down, Enzo," Bruce said calmly, his voice steady. "We need to talk."With a swift motion, Enzo pulled out a sleek black pistol. He aimed it directly at Bruce's chest, his finger hovering over the trigger. "How the hell did you get in here?"Bruce didn't flinch. "I came through the front door. Your men let me through."Enzo's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the weapon. He moved closer, keeping the gun aimed at Bruce. "Then you're an even bigger fool than I imagined. What's stopping me from pulling the trigger right now and putting a bullet in your head?" Bruce maintained a calm expression. "Because I've come to make peace with you. I understand you're angry, and you have every right to be. However, there are much better ways to resolve this conflict than resorting to violence. So, I'd suggest you lower your gun and listen to what I have
A new Godfather
Enzo's eyes darted around the room, his mind racing. He didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified of the man sitting before him. A man who could stop bullets with a wave of his hand was not someone he wanted to mess with. The memory of those frozen bullets, suspended in mid-air like they were trapped in time, burned in his mind.He swallowed hard, his voice shaky. "What did you do to my men?"Bruce leaned back, his expression calm. "Your men are fine. For now. But it's only a matter of time before they stop being fine," he said, pausing to let his words sink in. "If you do the right thing and surrender, your men live. But if you act stubborn, I won't guarantee their safety."Enzo opened his mouth to respond, but his phone rang, cutting through the tense silence. He glanced at the screen, surprised to see his father's caller ID on the screen.He answered instantly, his voice strained. "Father?"The voice on the other end was frantic, trembling with fear. "Enzo! Give the man whate
The New Godfather part 2
The Godfather stared at Bruce, his swollen eyes narrowing with disbelief. He let out a rough, bitter laugh that turned into a cough. "Is this a joke? You can't be serious."Bruce's expression remained steady. "It's not a joke. The reason you lost to the Marchettis is because you got soft after your daughter married. You lost your edge. I'll restore your criminal empire back to you. You can run the operations as usual, but I control everything. Every decision you make must go through me before it's implemented."The Godfather scoffed, shaking his head. "You must have lost your mind. That's not how the Mafia works. You don't just walk in and declare yourself Godfather."Bruce didn't flinch. "I don't care how the Mafia works. I don't want to learn your rules. What I want is control. In exchange, I'll give you protection." He paused for effect, then went on. "The Black Foot Clan are the most powerful foot soldiers on earth. No rival Mafia family will ever cross you and live to see the ne
Marriage
Bruce anticipated that Oswald would be unhappy about him bringing the Godfather to the Shepherd estate, so he was prepared for the confrontation. "Relax, Oswald," he said calmly. "I've got it handled already.""Handled?" Oswald's voice rose slightly. "He's the Godfather, for crying out loud. The Shepherds do not associate with the Mafia. That's tradition. It's—""Not when I'm the Godfather," Bruce interrupted, his voice tinged with pride.Oswald's mouth opened, then closed. He blinked in disbelief, as if he hadn't heard correctly. "Come again?" Oswald asked. Bruce leaned against his car, his arms crossed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips."Let me explain," Bruce began. "The Godfather will keep his empire. He'll run the operations, manage the families, handle the day-to-day Mafia business—just as he always has. But I hold the ultimate power. Every major decision, every alliance, every war—they all pass through me."He paused, letting the words sink in."To make it fair, we stru
Murdered
Bruce gazed at her, feeling his chest tighten. He had expected arguments, demands, and ultimatums. He hadn't imagined she would quietly go along with his argument like that.The Godfather's face reddened. "Isabella, this is unacceptable. You're a Soprano. You don't wait around for a man to decide whether he wants you."Isabella turned to her father, her voice gentle. "Father, I've spent my whole life doing what was expected of me. I married Enzo because you forced me to. I stayed because I had no choice. For once, let me choose what I want. And what I want is for Michaelangelo to have his father in his life. Even if it takes time."The Godfather stared at her, his mouth open, but no words came out. He realized that he had been the cause of his daughter's unhappiness for the past three years, and this realization broke him. "You're right, Isabella," he finally admitted. "I'm sorry. I was being too hasty. It's all right. Do what you think is best for both you and your son. I only want