The Mafia Donna’s Bridal Escape Night Chapter 06

The Mafia Donna’s Bridal Escape Night Chapter 06

I threw the covers off and got out of bed immediately.

The moment I stood, my vision went dark. My body swayed.

Joren caught my arm. I jerked away from him like I’d been burned.

“You said you sent someone to bring her the medication!”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

Liora instinctively backed up a step.

“I did send someone to buy her pills. How was I supposed to know she’d get impatient and come

looking for you…”

Joren whipped around. “I told you to make sure the medication got to her. This is a matter of life

and death!”

“You dump everything on me and then blame me when it goes wrong?” Liora’s voice rose too.

“Besides, she’s not dead, is she?”

“Enough.”

I didn’t have the energy to argue with them anymore.

The paramedics arrived. I only managed to grab the doctor’s sleeve.

“How is she?”

He told me both ambulances were on scene, that the elderly woman was being evaluated, and that

the medication had already been administered.

I finally let go. Nearly collapsed.

As a staff member steadied me, I looked down the hotel corridor and saw Naomi walking in with the

Conti family’s investigation team.

Black suit. File folder in hand. Two attorneys behind her.

“We’ll take it from here.”

Passing the escape room, I saw the hotel manager cooperating with the investigation.

The backup key, surveillance access logs, escape room control records, and all three glasses had been individually sealed as evidence.

Liora was still explaining. Insisting it was all a pre–wedding game.

Joren stood among the dripping white roses, as if every sound in the world had been taken from

him.

I went straight to the hospital and sat outside the room all night.

The doctor said Grandma Elise’s heart attack was triggered by exhaustion and emotional distress. She had collapsed suddenly. Fortunately, the response was fast enough. For now, she was out of

immediate danger.

I dragged my IV stand into her room to see her.

She lay still on the hospital bed, her hand clutching the health–monitoring watch I’d given her.

I held her cold fingers. Tears fell one by one onto the sheets.

“Grandma, I’m sorry. I should have come back sooner. I made you worry.”

Grandma Elise’s closed eyes trembled. Her lashes fluttered. Slowly, she woke.

The first thing she did was touch my still–swollen face. Then she let out a long, deep breath.

“Lyra, you’re okay. That’s all that matters. It’s not your fault.”

Her voice, was thin, but there wasn’t a trace of hesitation in it.

“Lyra, whoever shut that door is the one to blame. Don’t carry other people’s sins on your back.”

The tears I’d held in all night finally broke free.

For four years, every time Joren and Liora hurt me, I found excuses for them.

I was too sensitive.

I wasn’t being generous enough.

Joren was busy. I should be more understanding.

It took one sentence from Grandma Elise to make me see the truth: the person who gets hurt has no obligation to explain away what the person who hurt them did.

Under pressure from the Conti family, the police formally opened an investigation.

At the same time, the Conti family’s legal team submitted its evidence.

i lay in my hospital bed and gave my statement.

My body still hadn’t fully recovered. I couldn’t talk for long.

The detective taking notes reminded me, “If you need to rest, you can add to your statement later.”

I shook my head.

The glasses from the escape room could be washed. Group chat messages could be deleted. Control panel logs could be overwritten.

I handed her my phone. On it was a list I’d put together in the ambulance.

Who placed bets. Who handled the pill case. Who heard me cry for help. Who shut down the

intercom after Joren gave the order. I wrote it all down from memory.

A nurse documented my injuries and the allergic reaction.

The soaked cocktail dress, the pill case, the glasses, the escape room control logs – all preserved

as evidence.

Finally, I turned over the screenshot of the equity agreement and the audio recording from inside

the room to the lawyers.

Naomi took the materials. Looked them over.

“This time, the Ashford family owes the Conti family an answer.”

I lay in bed, looking out the window at the sky slowly brightening, and felt strangely distant from it

all.

Yesterday, I had been happily preparing for my wedding.

Today, we were going to war.