[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin":3,"chapter-my-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin-my-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin-chapter-162":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},918984,1202,"Chapter 162: To My Wife","my-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin-chapter-162",162,"\u003Cp>[Nolan:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master, I understand the importance of your presence during the Young Master and his mother’s time together. However, with all due respect, the madam has been completely alone.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian read Nolan’s message three times, tilting his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nolan had never sent him a message like this, regardless of the hour. But just reading it, he could tell the man was upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why does he sound upset?\" he whispered, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious, Lucian checked his message thread with Ashley, only to find she hadn’t responded to him. She had, however, left a heart on Primo’s photo — the one he sent simply because he didn’t want her worrying about the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had thought sending a picture of Primo would make her smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Working again? Even on your phone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma’s voice came from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian glanced back, catching her sauntering toward the coffee table to pour herself a glass of wine. She walked over to him and stopped at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Primo’s asleep,\" she said with a smile. \"Such a cute boy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma let out a soft breath and took a sip of wine before turning her gaze to the city. \"He’s also very mature. I didn’t know kids his age could be that sharp. I suppose that’s what happens when he grows up in your care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian looked at Emma without expression, then turned away and slipped his phone into his suit pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma pursed her lips, studying him — standing so tall and composed. Even the way he held his whiskey was elegant and domineering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha,\" she chuckled, looking away and crossing her arms. \"You haven’t changed, Luka. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew a slow breath. \"Even so, I’m truly grateful you gave me this chance. I kept trying to reach you all these years, and it was never easy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Lucian said nothing, his gaze fixed in one direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Emma glanced at him, she noticed it — the way his eyes hadn’t moved. She tilted her head, following his line of sight, and hummed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t that where Dominion is staying right now?\" she mused. \"Haha. Dominion is Dominion, Luka. You don’t need to worry so much about your men.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another stretch of silence settled between them as they both looked out in the same direction, drinks in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, she broke it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Luka, I’m sorry,\" she whispered. \"And thank you... for taking care of Primo even when you didn’t have to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma turned to him, smiling bitterly. \"You had to be a father to him even when his own mother couldn’t take care of herself, and his own father walked away. Thank you, Luka, for protecting my son... from me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian still said nothing, as though he wasn’t listening at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I prove that I can be a mother to him, will you... let me back in permanently?\" She asked, her voice careful and hopeful. \"I won’t screw it up this time, I promise. And if Primo is in my care, you won’t have to worry about him anymore. I mean, you became a father out of nowhere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma smiled at him. \"I really want to be present for him,\" she added. \"I’ll focus on Primo, and you... you should find a wife. I know you’ve always said you’d never marry, but —\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My wife,\" he said, his voice low and quiet. \"She’s home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep lines formed on Emma’s face. \"You... have a wife?\" she asked, and that finally drew his gaze to hers. \"When did you —\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma trailed off as the memory surfaced: the young woman in that little house. The one she had assumed was a maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no,\" she covered her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her name is Ashley,\" Lucian said, looking away again. \"And she’s my wife.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma blinked, staring at him in disbelief. \"Really? You actually got... married?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her surprise, something tender flickered in his eyes at the mention of Ashley’s name. A look Emma never thought she would live to see on this man’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Lucian, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian De Luca, the don of Dominion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Emma recovered, she couldn’t help herself. \"Pft —!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goodness, Luka! You should have told me right away!\" she clicked her tongue. \"If she’s your wife, why am I only hearing this now? And why haven’t you been bringing her along with us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma shook her head and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seriously, you.\" She sighed again. \"My baby brother is married, and I didn’t even know. To make it worse, I mistook my own sister-in-law for a maid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a shame I missed the wedding,\" she said, lowering her gaze, her smile turning bitter. \"I hope she doesn’t hate me for it. Wait — does she know I’m your sister?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She doesn’t need to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s shameful,\" Lucian said quietly. \"What we are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused as he added, \"She doesn’t deserve to get dragged into this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile faded from her face. \"Luka, what are you —\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are selfish,\" he said coldly. \"I am not the only one who hasn’t changed — you haven’t either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emma, would you want to take care of Primo if I told you I’d cut off your allowance?\" He continued in the same flat tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips parted, but in the end, her voice didn’t come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucian looked her dead in the eye, nodding. \"If you truly want to be a mother to Primo, get out of our lives. Forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he straightened and drew himself to his full height, staring down at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I gave you this chance so you could end it yourself,\" he added. \"Don’t forget why I took him away from you. Primo would have died while his mother was high on drugs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said that, Lucian turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Emma standing alone as tears welled in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-step, he stopped as he remembered Nolan’s random message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gustav will be with you tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t look back this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Home,\" he said. \"To my wife.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1018,"2026-06-03T06:31:56.289Z","2026-06-03T06:31:59.406Z",1,"novelbin.me","61c282375856b999f7892456679c88408ef1089513906522c13c5fb5392d489a","my-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin-chapter-163","my-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin-chapter-206",296,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-second-marriage-with-the-mafia-kingpin-cover.jpg"]