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CHAPTER 334

Auteur: Pria Ambre
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-22 21:39:40

Vanessa had her legs crossed, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on her lips, her pale blue eyes tracking Viola with open malice. Octavia sat perfectly straight, her hands folded in her lap, her sharp face carved with bitter disgust.

Viola stopped four paces inside the room, clasping her hands in front of her to hide the slight tremble in her fingers.

The silence stretched for five suffocating seconds, punctuated only by the metallic flick of Sebastian's lighter.

Rafael leaned forward, resting his
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    Viola swallowed the bitter dryness coating her tongue. Her stomach coiled in terror—not just for herself, but for the tiny pulse beating beneath her sweater. Her breath hitched, but she did not drop her head. She locked her jaw tight, digging her heels into the floor, and gave him nothing."Answer your father, you pathetic little bitch!" Octavia’s voice shrieked across the room, shrill and venomous. "You dare stand there and keep your mouth shut after the humiliation you brought upon my name? You think someone is coming to save you?"Viola didn't even turn her head toward her mother. She stood motionless, her eyes locked on Rafael.Vanessa let out a soft, venomous chuckle. "Look at her, Mother. Playing the brave little victim again. She probably spent those weeks begging on her knees for some low-level thug to hide her."The click-snap of the lighter stopped abruptly.Octavia rose from the sofa, her heels clicking aggressively against the Persian rug as she marched toward Viola, her h

  • Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother    CHAPTER 334

    Vanessa had her legs crossed, a cruel, mocking smirk playing on her lips, her pale blue eyes tracking Viola with open malice. Octavia sat perfectly straight, her hands folded in her lap, her sharp face carved with bitter disgust.Viola stopped four paces inside the room, clasping her hands in front of her to hide the slight tremble in her fingers.The silence stretched for five suffocating seconds, punctuated only by the metallic flick of Sebastian's lighter.Rafael leaned forward, resting his forearms against the polished wood of his desk."You survived remarkably well, girl," Rafael began, his deep, gravelly voice scraping through the room. "Which means someone fed you."Viola kept her mouth shut, her chin raised, looking directly at the old boss."Your mother tore the city apart looking for you," Rafael continued, his dark eyes narrowing into razor slits. "My men found nothing. A girl with no resources, no money, and no contacts does not vanish for weeks on her own."He paused, lea

  • Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother    CHAPTER 333

    Her gaze dropped to the base of her throat.The platinum chain was thin, cold against her warm skin, holding the delicate drop that caught the gray light from the window. Viola stared at the pendant, her breath hitching in her chest.Every memory attached to it rose like acid—his large hands fastening it behind her neck in the quiet chilly terrace high above the city, the deep rasp of his voice telling her it belonged to her, the dark amber of his eyes when he held her in the dark.It was all poison. Every tender touch had been a lie, an elaborate mask worn by a man who had already pledged his name to another woman.A sudden, fierce surge of rage ripped through her chest.Viola reached up with both hands, gripping the chain tightly between her trembling fingers. She yanked hard, the metal digging sharp into the back of her neck, cutting shallowly into her skin.Rip it off, her mind screamed. Break it.She pulled until her hands shook with the strain, until the sharp edge of the plati

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    The lock on Viola's room door had been drawn back since dawn, but stepping into the hallway brought no relief. But the freedom was an illusion.A maid had brought up a short message from Octavia before lunch: Viola was to report to the lower gallery to help sort the extra table linens and floral arrangements left behind from the gala. But as she walked down the second-floor corridor, the change in the house was impossible to miss.The security around the house had doubled.Armed men in dark suits stood at every corner of the gallery, hands folded over their weapons, their eyes tracking her every movement with sharp, silent precision. Everywhere she looked, another pair of eyes pinned her down. Octavia was taking no chances. Her mother was determined to ensure that her runaway daughter would not vanish into the night a second time.Viola kept her head down, her steps light and careful.As she crossed the service corridor leading toward the laundry, her gaze darted toward the side halls

  • Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother    CHAPTER 331

    The words dropped between them with absolute, deadly seriousness.Viola froze. Her lips parted in outrage, but the cold promise in his eyes forced her jaw shut. She lowered herself back onto the edge of the mattress, her fingers digging into the coarse sheets, trembling with helpless anger.Sebastian turned away without another word, walked over to the bathroom door, and returned carrying a small white first-aid kit.He knelt on one knee in front of her. Without asking for permission, he reached out, caught her bruised right hand, and drew it into his lap.Viola tried to jerk her arm back, but his hold was firm and unyielding."I told you don't touch me," she whispered, her voice shaking.Sebastian ignored her. He uncapped a tube of soothing cream and smoothed it over the raw, broken skin around her wrist. His rough, calloused fingers worked in complete silence, deliberate and steady, wiping away the small flecks of dried blood with clean gauze before wrapping a soft white bandage aro

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    A low sneer curled his lips. He gripped the metal between his thumb and forefinger, dragged it off his skin, and hurled it across the room. It struck the wainscoting with a sharp clack, skittering into the dark beneath the sofa.He didn't look where it fell. Lorenzo dared to touch what belonged to him, and the Italian's expiration date was already ticking. But the reckoning would begin closer to home.It would start with Octavia Crawford.He took a slow swallow of whiskey, staring out into the shadows until the first pale streaks of gray light began to bleed through the terrace glass.By morning, pale gray light washed through the grimy window of Viola’s bedroom.The key turned quietly in the deadbolt.The heavy door swung inward with a faint creak, and Sebastian stepped inside, pulling it shut behind him.The room was freezing.Viola lay on her side on the narrow mattress, exactly where he left her hours ago. Her knees were pulled up toward her chest, her dark waves tangled over her

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    Dinner ended exactly as it began—stiff, quiet, and suffocating.Viola didn’t wait for Vanessa or her mother to stand up. The moment Rafael pushed his chair back, she slipped away from the table. She kept her head down, tracing the edge of the hallway until she found the heavy glass doors leading to

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