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Chapter 101 Shadows Remain
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Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 108 Ghosts of the Throne
The wind carried the faint scent of salt from the distant harbor, mingling with the copper tang of drying blood that still clung to the stones of the courtyard. The empire Dante and Amara had fought tooth and nail to preserve stood, but its foundation quivered like a wounded beast. The night had ended in their survival, but as dawn spilled over the city, new shadows stretched long, threatening to consume everything once more.Dante stood at the balcony of their stronghold, shirtless, scars mapping his body like a soldier’s tale etched in flesh. His hands gripped the railing, knuckles white, his jaw tight with thoughts he did not yet put into words. Behind him, Amara emerged quietly, the silk of her robe whispering across the marble.“You haven’t slept,” she murmured, moving closer.Neither had she, though her strength concealed it better. Her face bore the soft defiance of a woman who had stared into death and refused to yield.“Sleep feels like weakness,” Dante replied flatly, eyes
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 107 Ghosts of Power
The city slept uneasily under their rule. Streets that once ran red with war were quieter now, but silence in their world was never safety—it was the pause before another storm. Dante knew it. Amara felt it. Their enemies might have fallen, but power itself had teeth, and ghosts of the old empire refused to stay buried.The morning began deceptively tender. Amara stirred awake, sunlight spilling across silk sheets, her hand reaching instinctively for Dante. He was already awake, leaning against the carved headboard, cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His eyes were fixed on the skyline beyond the tall windows—dark, restless, calculating.“You didn’t sleep,” Amara whispered, her voice hoarse from the night before.He glanced at her, softened by her presence, but the steel in him never dulled. “Sleep is a luxury for men without enemies.”“You killed them all,” she countered, brushing hair from her face. “Lorenzo’s empire is dust. No one is left.”Dante exhaled smoke slowly, the h
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 106 Echoes of the Past
The empire Dante and Amara had built was carved in blood, fire, and devotion. For months after Lorenzo’s death, the streets of Naples carried their name like a whispered prayer and a feared curse. Merchants paid their dues in silence, soldiers bent the knee, and the city finally seemed to know peace—peace born from absolute rule.But power, once seized, never goes unchallenged. Shadows stirred in corners even they couldn’t see.---The Whisper of a NameIt began with a rumor.One evening, while Amara reviewed shipment ledgers inside their marble-walled estate, a soldier stepped into the study. His voice trembled with the kind of fear that only news of a ghost could bring.“There’s… talk in the ports, Signora. A man. They say he bears the mark of the Volkov Bratva.”Amara’s eyes flickered up from the papers, dark and sharp as glass. “The Russians?”The soldier nodded, sweating. “They say he asked about you. By name.”For a moment, silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Amara leaned
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 105 Obsession Eternal
The night was deceptively quiet.Rome’s skyline glittered under the weight of its history, every ancient stone steeped in blood and power, but for Dante and Amara, it was simply the backdrop of survival. The empire Dante had built, the empire they had both shed blood to protect, lay behind them now—fractured, scarred, and abandoned.Dante had walked away.He had turned his back on the throne, relinquished the crown of violence he had fought so hard to hold, and he had done it for her. Amara could still hear his voice from that night, low and steady, with that dangerous certainty that defined him:"I’ve been king long enough. But I’ve only just begun being yours."Even now, standing by the open balcony doors of their hidden villa, Amara shivered. It wasn’t from the chill of the Mediterranean breeze. It was from the weight of what they had chosen. Power never let go so easily.Behind her, Dante moved through the room like a shadow too alive to belong in this world. He had shed the sharp
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 104 Till the End
The air in the chamber still trembled from the weight of her decision. The ring on Amara’s finger gleamed faintly in the candlelight, a fragile symbol of a choice she was not entirely sure she had made with clarity. Dante’s lips were still on hers when she realized her hands were clutching his shirt as though anchoring herself against a storm.When he finally pulled back, his breath came ragged. His forehead pressed against hers, his voice low, broken.“You chose me,” he whispered, almost as though he couldn’t believe it.Amara’s throat tightened. “I did. But Dante…” Her voice faltered. “The empire—”“—is nothing without you,” he cut in sharply.Her eyes widened at the steel in his tone. This was not the Dante who clawed his way to the throne, who spilled blood for territory, who ruled by fear. This was the man beneath—the one who had once lifted her chin when she thought she was just another pawn, the man who shattered kingdoms for her.“I’ve given everything for that throne,” Dante
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 103 The Choice
The night was silent, heavy, suffocating. Outside the villa, the sea whispered against the cliffs, its eternal rhythm mocking the chaos swirling within the walls. Candles flickered across the grand chamber, throwing gold and shadow across Amara’s face. She stood before the wide windows, gazing at the horizon, but her mind was a thousand miles away—entangled in the war, the blood, the empire they had built, and the man waiting behind her.Dante.He watched her like he always did, possessive and unreadable, his dark suit pristine even after the days of violence. His empire was secure now—Lorenzo was dead, their enemies scattered or bowed to their reign. The king and queen had taken the crown of blood together. But peace was not what filled the air tonight.“Why are you so far away from me, Amara?” Dante’s voice was low, dangerous, but threaded with something else. Fear.She turned slowly, her silken dress brushing the marble. “I’m not far,” she said. “I’m right here. But maybe… not in
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