The King of the Mafia Who Chose Me

The living room of the luxurious mansion suddenly became suffocating. Tonight, a lie had just been carefully crafted to destroy my life."Are you still going to deny it, Cyara?!" Sheina's shrill voice—my sister-in-law's—shattered the heavy silence.She held up an open red velvet jewelry box. Inside, the priceless pearl necklace that had belonged to the Wilson family gleamed brilliantly beneath the lights. Beside her, Emma—my mother-in-law—kept dragging me forward while hurling insult after insult, cornering me as though I were the most despicable criminal on earth.The commotion drew footsteps from the study. Gavin stepped out, his brows knitted together as he looked at the three of us standing in the middle of the room.The moment Sheina saw her younger brother, she hurried over and wasted no time poisoning his mind."Gavin, look at this! Your wife tried to steal Father's heirloom pearl necklace! She was going to sell our family's jewelry worth millions of dollars!"Gavin looked at t

The morning sunlight streamed through the enormous glass windows of the main dining room, creating a warm atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the horror of the previous night.I stood frozen in the doorway, holding my breath as I witnessed a scene I could never have imagined.The man who had been standing coldly in the middle of a pool of blood last night, a pistol in his hand, was now sitting on a small velvet-upholstered chair. Gabriel Vance—the Mafia boss feared throughout New York—was holding a small bowl and a spoonful of porridge in his hands.Sitting across from him was a five-year-old boy whose face was strikingly similar to his own. Luca. The little prince of Vance Manor."Come on, open your mouth. Just one bite. Eat for me," Gabriel coaxed, his deep voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.Luca shook his head stubbornly, staring at his father with open defiance."I don't want to eat, Daddy!""Just one spoonful, son. Is that really so difficult?" Gabriel pleaded, his expr

I knocked softly twice on the massive wooden door, nearly three meters tall, announcing my presence before finally gathering the courage to push it open.The door creaked quietly on its hinges.The first thing that stole my attention was the room's overwhelming aesthetic, dominated entirely by deep black. From the textured walls and the desk crafted from rare wood to the luxurious leather sofa—everything was black, perfectly reflecting the mysterious and cold-hearted nature of its owner.Gabriel sat behind an enormous desk, dressed in a black knit sweater that concealed the serpent tattoo on his chest. His eyes were fixed directly on me.I stepped inside with my head slightly lowered, not daring to meet his gaze. Mr. Harrison's grim warning about the nanny who had been thrown out of the third-floor window kept replaying in my mind, reminding me to be careful, know my place, and never act recklessly."Why are you looking down?" Gabriel asked.His deep baritone shattered the suffocating

I returned to my bedroom, locked the door securely, and collapsed onto the bed.However, the image of Gabriel's intense gaze in Luca's bedroom earlier kept replaying in my mind. The way his eyes had traveled over my nightgown felt so vivid that my heart continued pounding erratically, making it difficult for me to close my eyes."Idiot... Why didn't I put on the silk robe earlier?" I muttered, scolding myself as my eyes landed on the thick silk robe hanging in the corner of my wardrobe.I let out a long sigh and stared at the high ceiling."Forget it, Cyara. You need to sleep now so you can stay focused tomorrow. Don't make any mistakes and end up losing your life in this house."I forced my eyes shut until sleep finally claimed me.I yawned softly, waking up just as my phone alarm went off at six in the morning. Without wasting any time, I got up to wash my face and brush my teeth.Before leaving my bedroom, I opened the thick black book on the desk again and reread the section detai

I jolted awake at the faint sound of footsteps brushing against the thick carpet in my bedroom. I turned awkwardly, struggling to gather my senses as I found Gabriel standing rigidly not far from my bed."Mr. Gabriel..." My voice was hoarse with sleep."Sorry to disturb you, Cyara," Gabriel said briefly. He stopped beside my king-sized bed. "I just want to move Luca to his room.""There's no need to move him, Mr. Gabriel," I replied quickly, trying to sit up. "Let Luca sleep with me tonight. I really don't mind."Gabriel looked at me for a moment before shifting his gaze to the little boy sleeping soundly beside me. "You need to get enough rest so you can take proper care of Luca tomorrow."Without waiting for my agreement, Gabriel bent down. His strong arms easily scooped up Luca's small body as though he weighed nothing.I had no choice but to let him. I watched as the man carried Luca toward the door. However, just before his figure disappeared completely, the question that had bee