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91. Captivated
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2026-10-27 09:46:47
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Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story 120. It's Not a Lie
“It seems Adrian was planning to escape. Fortunately, Lady Carla placed a rune that would cancel out their magic,” Ernest reported the following morning.Bastiven listened to the report, his mind still drifting elsewhere. He hadn't even bothered going to his study, choosing instead to receive Ernest's report in the master bedroom.Of course, the desk in the room was far enough from the bed that no one could see Isolde still lying there naked beneath the thin blanket covering her.“Have you prepared the letter requesting a trial?” Bastiven asked, receiving a nod from Ernest.Ernest added another piece of information. “Lord Rolande is also scheduled to meet with several nobles at the meeting hall owned by Count Soren.”“All right. I'll leave the nobles to Dad. What else?” Bastiven asked, looking somewhat restless. “If there's nothing else, don't disturb me until I return to my study.”Sensing Bastiven's reluctance to work that day, Ernest could guess the reason. He didn't argue and excu
Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story 119. Suspicious
“Sol, you're awake.”Isolde's mouth fell open when she saw Bastiven standing before her. She also just realized that she was no longer in Carla's room.“Honey! You're back!” Isolde exclaimed, hurriedly climbing out of bed.Seeing his wife rush toward him, Bastiven quickly walked over to the bed as well, shortening the distance she had to cross to reach him.“Slow down. Why are you panicking?”Isolde examined Bastiven, turning his head from side to side to check for any injuries.“You're not hurt, are you?” Isolde asked, even though she could already see him with her own eyes.Instead, Bastiven wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Is this a new way of asking me to take my clothes off, Sol?”Isolde furrowed her brow. “What do you mean—”Her confusion was answered when Bastiven flashed a brief, mischievous smile.“Oh, you!” Isolde retorted, hitting her husband's chest. “That's not what I meant! I was worried! I was afraid Hebron had set a trap for you all.”Bastiven paused,
Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story 118. Unrealistic Fear
“Hebron! Can you help us?” Isolde asked.“Of course, Duchess. My children can hold him off until the Devereux soldiers arrive.”The Duchess seemed completely unaware that she looked like some powerful boss effortlessly giving orders to a royal knight. Especially considering that Hebron was none other than a knight personally chosen by the emperor.Bastiven couldn't help feeling uneasy about how close the two of them seemed. Hebron, in particular, appeared remarkably obedient to his wife. ‘What exactly is going on between them? Didn't Isolde want to kill him back then?’“Bas!” Isolde called out loudly.Bastiven snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his wife in surprise. “What? What is it? Why are you calling me so loudly?”Cetrine let out a long sigh before complaining about Bastiven's behavior.“Your wife has been calling you this whole time, but you seem to be sleeping with your eyes open.”Bastiven's eyes widened as he realized he'd been too lost in his own thoughts. “Sorry, Sol
Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story 117. Let's Rebel!
“So, how did your talk with Thalric go?” Cetrine asked her husband.They were enjoying their first dinner together as a complete family, with no one missing except Bjorden’s future wife.“Dad! Seriously, can that man even be reasoned with?” Isolde was genuinely amazed by her father-in-law this time. “The last time I met him alone, I was shaking like a leaf.”Rolande and Cetrine had been enjoying a peaceful, relaxed dinner. But at Isolde’s last remark, they both turned toward her, their expressions suddenly darkening.“Isolde, dear,” Rolande said through gritted teeth. “What did you just say? You met Thalric alone?”The relaxed atmosphere turned tense. Bastiven glanced at Bjorden, who had also stopped eating.But Isolde seemed oblivious to the sudden change in mood. Calmly, she explained, “Well, I don’t know if you could really call it a meeting. He basically set a trap for me. Right, honey? He deliberately made me use the teleportation gate, and suddenly, I was standing right in front
Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story 116. Come Back Home
“Mom?!”Bjorden immediately climbed down to help Cetrine out of the carriage. “What are you doing here, Mom?”“Your father told me someone had come to him and said the emperor intended to kill us at the main temple. So he told me to head north ahead of him.”Bastiven was furious at the news. He remembered what Isolde had told him about Emperor Thalric’s desire to wipe out the entire Devereux bloodline.“Then where’s Dad?!” Bastiven asked anxiously.Cetrine let out a long sigh before answering. “Your father… sigh… he went straight to the palace. He wants to confront that cowardly emperor himself. Honestly, what am I supposed to do with him?”Isolde’s mouth fell open at her mother-in-law’s words, especially given how casually she said them.“Mom-in-law!” Isolde cried out in a panic. She had gotten so used to calling Cetrine whatever title came to mind.“Why did you let Dad-in-law go there, Mom?! That place is dangerous! What are we going to do?!”Isolde was practically losing her mind o
Second Life: Mafia Lady Trapped In A Novel's Story 115. Reinforcement
Bang!Bang! Bang!Isolde was still trying to shoot anyone who dared to attack her from atop the horse-drawn carriage.“Uargh!” roared the enemy standing on the carriage. “How dare you! What kind of weapon is that?! Argh! That hurts!”While Isolde was busy firing off her bullets, Carla kept calling for all the bullets available at the craftsman’s workshop.“Sol, I’m not sure we’ll last much longer!” shouted Carla, no longer bothering to whisper.Isolde understood their situation. Thinking quickly, she said, “Take all the bullets from every revolver I’ve scattered throughout this novel’s world!”“You’re crazy! Are you trying to drain me of my blood?!” Carla screamed, growing even more panicked.However, Isolde just burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Relax! The body constantly produces red blood cells. Hurry up, Carl!”“Argh! Is there really a theory like that?!” grumbled Carla, who once again had to prick her finger and inscribe a rune. Because, each command required a different rune.“Calm
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