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The Mafia King’s Fake Widow 23. Shattered Empires
The dawn did not break over the Voss estate; it bled. A pale, sickly grey light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Evie’s bedroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air like microscopic spies. Evie hadn't slept. She had spent the night staring at the encrypted drive Kael had left on her bed, a small metallic weight that felt like a thermal detonator. Her cheek still throbbed, a dull reminder of Victoria’s strike, but the phantom sensation of Kael’s lips against the bruise was what truly kept her awake. At precisely 6:00 AM, the silence of the mansion was shattered. Evie moved to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to see the perimeter. Black SUVs were already swarming the main gate. Men in windbreakers with ‘FEDERAL AUTHORITY’ emblazoned in stark white letters were disembarking, clutching folders and warrants. She turned on the television, the volume low. The news ticker was a strobe light of disaster. BREAKING: VOSS LOGISTICS EMPIRE UNDER SEIZUR
The Mafia King’s Fake Widow 22. The Dinner of Vipers
The sterile white light of the hospital room reflected off the tablet’s screen, making Evie’s mother look even paler than she was. "You look tired, Evelyn," her mother whispered. "The Voss mansion… is it as cold as they say?" Evie forced a smile, her heart aching. She was sitting in her lavish dressing room, surrounded by silks and diamonds that felt like gilded shackles. "It’s just a big house, Mom. I’m fine. The doctors say your vitals are stabilizing. That’s all that matters." "Be careful," her mother breathed. "Power like theirs… it doesn't just corrupt. It consumes." The call ended with a soft chime, leaving Evie in a silence that felt heavy with dread. She stared at her reflection. She was wearing a gown of midnight blue—expensive, sharp, and chosen by Kael for its ‘defensive’ silhouette. Tonight was not just a dinner; it was a trial. Victoria had summoned her, and Victoria never summoned anyone without a blade hidden in her smile. The dining hall was a cavern of obs
The Mafia King’s Fake Widow 21. The Silent Witness
The gunshot cracked like thunder in the moonlit room, shattering a centuries-old crystal carafe on the mahogany desk. Kael moved before Evie could even scream. His reaction was a blur of practiced, lethal instinct. He caught her by the waist. His large hand splaying across the small of her back, and shoved her behind the heavy table. His pistol was already in his hand. The intruder’s first shot slammed into the shelf behind them, pulping a first-edition Tolstoy and sending white fragments of paper fluttering through the air like dying moths. "Hello, son," a distorted voice hissed from the darkness of the gallery. It was a mocking, electronic rasp. "Miss me?" Kael didn’t answer with words. He answered with fire. He leaned around the edge of the table, his frame a wall of muscle shielding Evie’s trembling body. Two shots fired in rapid succession. The suppressed muffs sounding like heavy heartbeats. The intruder dove behind a marble pedestal, returning fire. Bullets punched throug
The Mafia King’s Fake Widow 20. Midnight Hunger
The library door was already ajar. Strange. Evie had triple-checked the security feeds on her tablet before slipping out. No one should be here. She pushed the heavy oak wider, the scent of aged leather and old paper wrapping around her like a lover’s arms. Moonlight sliced through the tall arched windows, painting silver across towering shelves. Her fingers trailed the spines, searching for the hidden ledger section—Kael’s private archives, the ones even Victoria didn’t touch. Then she saw him. Kael sat in the deep wingback chair at the center of the room, one ankle crossed over his knee. A crystal glass of whiskey dangling from his long fingers. “You’re late,” he said. He lifted the glass, took a slow sip, and set it on the small table beside him. “I’ve been waiting since one-thirty.” Evie’s pulse spiked. “I wasn’t coming to meet you. I was looking for—” “The offshore transfer logs.” He finished for her. “Third shelf from the left, behind the 1897 first edition of Machi
The Mafia King’s Fake Widow 19. The Training Ground
Kael had healed faster than any man should. The bullet wound in his shoulder was now a neat line of stitches beneath a fresh bandage, hidden under a black compression shirt that clung to every ridge of muscle. But the fever that had stripped him bare in whispers was gone, replaced by the cold, commanding presence Evie had come to both crave and resent. He found her in the library at dawn. The locket warm against her collarbone like a living reminder. “You’re done hiding in books,” he said without greeting. “The next time someone points a gun at you, I won’t be there to take the bullet. Get up.” Evie closed the novel slowly. Her fingers tightening on the spine. “I thought you were still resting.” “I don’t rest.” His voice was steel. “I prepare. And now you will too.” He led her down through the private elevator that only opened for his palm and hers. The underground level smelled of rubber, sweat, and cold concrete. The training ground stretched out beneath dim red lights: thick m
The Mafia King’s Fake Widow 18. The Awakening
Evie stood for a split second, smoothing Kael’s shirt over her leggings, her heart performing a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She looked at her hands, they were clean, but she could still feel the phantom heat of his fevered skin.Click.She turned the heavy brass lock just as the locksmith’s tool touched the external cylinder. The door swung open to reveal Victoria Voss, draped in charcoal silk, her face a mask of aristocratic fury. Behind her stood two security guards and a confused-looking man holding a leather tool kit."Evelyn," Victoria hissed. "Explain this theatrical isolation immediately."Evie didn't flinch. She leaned against the doorframe. "It’s called a migraine, Victoria. Or perhaps just the natural exhaustion of living in this house."Victoria stepped into the room, pushing past her with a scent of Chanel No. 5 and cold ambition. She began to pace the suite. “You’ve been 'indisposed' for twenty-four hours," Victoria noted. "This house feels... unbalanced.""Kael does
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