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What He Left Behind

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last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-24 02:44:47

The safe house outside the city was small, tucked into a quiet vineyard estate that belonged, according to Severin, to a business partner who owed him a favor decades old. Eliora sat on the edge of a narrow bed, the wooden chest open in front of her, the audio recorder finally, terrifyingly within reach.

Severin sat beside her, close but careful, giving her space even now. "You don't have to do this today."

"Yes, I do." Her hands trembled as she lifted the recorder. "I've waited seventeen years
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  • Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father   Rome

    "How is that possible," Eliora said, standing fast. "We only just learned Salvi's name an hour ago.""Magnus doesn't need to know the name to have suspected the destination," Severin said grimly, already moving toward the door. "If he's been circling this conspiracy for as long as we suspect, he may have known about Salvi long before your father ever recorded that message.""Then we're already behind," Lucien said, meeting them in the hallway, his expression tight. "The request went through Commission channels an hour ago. If Salvi grants him access before we arrive, whatever testimony your father left may already be compromised.""We need to move now," Eliora said. "How fast can we get to Rome?""Two hours, if the plane's ready the moment we reach the airstrip," Severin said, already dialing on his phone, voice sharp and controlled as he issued instructions to Marco.Santoro, who had been quiet since they'd arrived at the safe house, stepped forward. "I can help. My family holds stan

  • Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father   What He Left Behind

    The safe house outside the city was small, tucked into a quiet vineyard estate that belonged, according to Severin, to a business partner who owed him a favor decades old. Eliora sat on the edge of a narrow bed, the wooden chest open in front of her, the audio recorder finally, terrifyingly within reach.Severin sat beside her, close but careful, giving her space even now. "You don't have to do this today.""Yes, I do." Her hands trembled as she lifted the recorder. "I've waited seventeen years without even knowing there was something to wait for. I don't think I can wait any longer, now that I do."He nodded, saying nothing more, simply staying beside her as she pressed the small, worn button.Static crackled first, old technology struggling against decades of disuse. Then, unmistakably, a voice — warm, urgent, achingly familiar in a way Eliora couldn't have explained, though she'd heard it so rarely in her conscious memory."Eliora. If you're hearing this, then I've run out of time,

  • Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father   The Gate

    "How many," Severin asked, already moving toward the narrow window overlooking the monastery's front approach."Six, at least," Lucien said, crouched low beside him, scanning the gravel path below. "Two vehicles. They're not rushing the gate. They're waiting.""Waiting for what," Eliora asked, her voice tight with fear."For us to run," Santoro said grimly, joining them at the window. "Or for reinforcements. Either way, they're patient. That worries me more than an outright assault would."The old monk who'd led them to the archive stood quietly near the door, his weathered face calm despite the tension filling the room. "There is another way out," he said. "One not many people know exists."Everyone turned toward him at once."Show us," Severin said.The monk led them back through the stone corridor, past the sealed archive room, deeper into the monastery's oldest section. Eliora clutched the wooden chest containing her father's letter and the audio recorder against her chest, carefu

  • Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father   What Waits in Stone

    The road to the monastery wound higher into the hills of southern France, dawn breaking pale and grey over terraced hillsides that hadn't changed in centuries. Eliora sat pressed against the window, exhaustion pulling at every part of her, though sleep felt impossible with everything still churning through her mind."You should rest," Severin said quietly, watching her from across the car."I keep thinking about Magnus," she admitted. "Why he let us go. It felt too easy.""It wasn't easy," Severin said. "It was calculated. Everything he does is calculated." His jaw tightened. "That worries me more than if he'd simply attacked."Beside them, Elias studied the map carefully, cross-referencing it against a modern road atlas spread across his lap. "The monastery should be just ahead. Saint Elias, according to what I can decipher of the name here. Fitting, given my own name, though I doubt that's coincidence your mother intended.""What do you mean," Eliora asked."Celestine had a fondness

  • Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father   Cornered

    "Get down," Severin said, pulling Eliora behind the tall shelves, the star atlas still clutched in her hands.Footsteps echoed through the library, multiple sets, moving with the same trained precision she'd learned to recognize as danger. Lucien's silhouette appeared at the end of the aisle, weapon raised, his voice a tense whisper."Four of them. Maybe more outside. They came in through the back entrance.""How did they find us this fast," Eliora whispered."I don't know," Severin said grimly, his eyes moving to Aveline, who stood frozen near the astronomy section, her face pale in the dim light."Don't look at me like that," Aveline said quietly. "I told you, I haven't made contact with anyone.""Then how," Lucien pressed.Santoro, crouched near the end of the row, held up a hand for silence. "It doesn't matter how, right now. It matters what we do next."A voice called out through the darkened library, calm and unhurried in a way that made Eliora's skin crawl. "Miss Aster. There's

  • Claimed by My Ex's Mafia Father   The Library

    The gate groaned open under Lucien's careful hands, rust flaking away in the dim streetlight. Beyond it, the library's entrance stood dark and unwelcoming, thick ivy climbing across stone that hadn't been maintained in years."Everyone stays close," Severin said, leading the way up the short path. "Lucien, watch the street. Elias, you're with me on whatever's inside.""And me," Eliora said firmly.Severin glanced back at her, something torn behind his eyes, but he didn't argue. "Stay behind me."The door was locked, old iron reinforced with something newer, more recent additions layered over decades of neglect. Lucien worked at it for a tense minute before it finally gave, swinging open with a heavy, reluctant creak.Inside, the air smelled of dust and old paper, decades of silence pressing down on them the moment they stepped through. Elias produced a small flashlight, sweeping it across towering shelves that stretched up into darkness, books stacked in careful, forgotten rows."This

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