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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty- Eight : passion and secrets
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2025-10-02 05:31:47
Jhumie_writesThe real question is: how long can Emilia hold back what she’s hiding, and how long can Lucien keep control before passion and suspicion tear them both apart
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The streets were quiet now, the danger temporarily behind her, but Kira didn’t relax. Every shadow could still hide a threat. Every whisper could carry betrayal.She moved swiftly, slipping back into the estate through the secret tunnel. Her footsteps were silent, practiced, familiar. No one noticed her return, no one could intercept her.Once inside, she moved directly to her bedroom. The door closed behind her with a soft click. The dim light of the room did little to ease the tension in her chest.Her bag hit the floor with a soft thud, but she didn’t pause to breathe. Not yet. She needed to relay what she had learned. Every second counted.She took a moment, glancing at the shadows of the room, then picked up her phone and signaled for Lucien’s men.Within minutes, they arrived. Two of his most trusted men, silent and efficient. They moved with purpose, carrying themselves as extensions of Lucien’s will.Kira stood and looked at them, voice low and urgent. “Get him here. Now. He n
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty: Unexpected Visitor
The room was dim, silent except for the faint drip of water somewhere in the corner. Emilia had stopped counting the hours long ago. Hunger and thirst were minor compared to the gnawing frustration that clawed at her mind. She paced in the small space, restless, aching for action, for any clue, for… freedom.A subtle noise at the door made her freeze.The lock clicked. The door creaked open.A man stepped in, tall, calm, his presence commanding in a way that made her instincts flare.“Raul Navarro,” she said automatically, her tone a mixture of wariness and surprise. She was shocked and did not expect that he would ever betray Lucien. And somehow Emilia is curious as why, he would put himself in such position when he could have easily gain Lucien's favor. He gave her a slow, sardonic smile. “I didn’t expect such a warm welcome.”Emilia’s hands instinctively flexed. “There is nothing warm about it. What do you want?”He shook his head, taking a slow step closer. “It’s a shame,” he sai
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The mansion disappeared behind her as Kira moved quickly through the dark streets. Every shadow felt like it was watching her, every step measured, every breath controlled. She knew exactly where she was headed, Celia’s place.Celia, the woman who could make or break a life with a whisper, a glance, or a price tag. She was influential, greedy, and ruthless. And Kira knew her well enough to slip past her defenses and into her bedroom without alerting anyone.Celia wasn’t in the room. The shower ran in the background. Kira leaned against the doorframe, waiting. The steam swirled, masking her presence perfectly.Finally, the water stopped. Celia emerged, wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping, eyes wide as they landed on Kira.“K-Kira?” Celia stammered, half shocked, half suspicious. “I thought… you just… disappeared from the surface of the earth. Rumors said you were hiding in… in Lucien Moretti’s mansion.”Kira smirked faintly, stepping fully into the room. “Mind your business, Celia. I
Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Eight: The Plan in Motion
The lie was simple, but it had to be perfect.Kira caught a “flu.” A high fever, a cough that seemed urgent and contagious enough to keep her isolated. The household was none the wiser.Lucien watched her from a distance, his eyes calculating, his jaw tight. No one could know she was leaving. Not now. Not ever.He appeared at her door in the dead of night, shadows swallowing them both as he gestured for her to follow.“You ready?” he asked quietly.Kira nodded, her expression calm. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”The hallways were silent. Only the soft echo of their boots against the polished floors marked their passage. Lucien led her to a hidden passage, an old, dark tunnel that stretched beneath the estate. Dust swirled in the faint light, and the air smelled of earth and secrecy.Before she could step forward, he handed her a small, black device. A tracker. “Stay within range. I’ll be monitoring every step.”Kira raised an eyebrow. “I’ve got my own ways, Lucien. You really think I can
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Days passed like endless shadows.Lucien moved like a phantom through his city, his men, and his networks. Orders barked. Leads chased. Every informant questioned, every street corner scoured.And yet… nothing.No trace. No clue. No whisper of who had taken Emilia or where she was hidden.Even Raul Navarro, loyal and relentless, used every resource he had. Men scattered across the city, tracking movements, interrogating contacts, digging into black markets. Navarro reported to Lucien in person, every detail precise, every lead scrutinized.Lucien listened. He acted. He planned. He destroyed.And still… she was gone.By the end of one particularly long day, Lucien found himself alone in his study. The door closed behind him with a soft click, shutting out the sounds of the world, the chaos, the endless battle.He leaned heavily against the desk. Head bowed. His hands gripped the edges as if trying to anchor himself to something solid.The dam broke.A deep, shuddering sound escaped him
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Lucien stood alone at the top of the ruined street, the city around him a bloody testament to his fury.But none of it mattered. None of the chaos, none of the carnage, none of the screams could touch the fire that roared inside him, the one ignited by her absence.He gripped his phone tightly, knuckles white, as if holding it harder could pull her back to him.He hated how much this hurt. Hated how powerless he felt. Hated that no amount of violence, no amount of punishment, no amount of money or fire could bring her back faster into his arms.And yet… he had to admit it, whether he wanted to or not.He was attached. So dangerously, impossibly attached that the thought of losing her made the blood in his veins feel like ice.He had punished her before, for lying, for hiding, for testing him, and each time, a part of him had loved her for her defiance. And now? Now, she was gone. And he realized, more sharply than ever, that he could never, ever let her go.His heart raced. Rage and l
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