The Mafia Boss’s Fiancée Hid Him Upstairs After He Was Paralyzed and Poured Champagne for His Enemy — Everyone Treated Him Like a Corpse Until the Maid Rolled Him Back Into Power

Victor’s hand shook slightly as he raised the revolver, aiming it directly at Matteo’s chest. The panic in his eyes was palpable now, masked only by sheer, desperate adrenaline.

"You're finished, Matteo!" Victor screamed, his voice cracking slightly. "You can't move! You can't run! One pull of this trigger and the Rinaldi empire belongs to me!"

"Try it," Matteo invited softly, his dark eyes never wavering from Victor's barrel. "And see how long you live after my men turn you into Swiss cheese."

Before Victor could tighten his finger on the trigger, the shadows around the grand staircase erupted.

"Drop the gun, you piece of shit!" Dominic Rossi roared, stepping out into the light with a heavy submachine gun raised squarely at Victor’s head.

Simultaneously, six other Rinaldi enforcers stepped forward from the alcoves and hallways, their weapons clicking in unison. The foyer became a cage of interlocking barrels, all pointed directly at Victor and his three bodyguards.

Victor’s bodyguards immediately lowered their weapons, throwing their hands up in the air and stepping back toward the shattered doorway. They weren't paid to die for a sinking ship.

Victor stood alone, his revolver still half-raised, his face turning pale as he realized the brutal truth: Matteo hadn't lost his power; he had simply laid a trap, and Victor had walked into it with both eyes open.

"Drop it, Victor," Matteo commanded, his voice dropping an octave, carrying the terrifying weight of a final judgment.

With a trembling hand, Victor’s fingers loosened. The heavy revolver hit the marble floor with a dull, echoing clatter.

Dominic rushed forward, kicking the gun across the floor and slamming Victor violently against the marble pillar, twisting his arm behind his back with bone-crunching force. Victor let out a sharp cry of pain.

"Get him out of my sight," Matteo ordered coldly, not even bothering to look at his captive. "Take him to the basement warehouse. We’ll discuss his 'restructuring' plan after breakfast."

As Dominic and two enforcers dragged the kicking, screaming underboss down the service stairs, the heavy silence of the foyer returned.

Matteo let out a long, slow breath, his broad shoulders relaxing fractionally against the leather back of his chair. He turned his head slightly to look up at Elena, who was still standing calmly behind him, her hands resting on the handles.