Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Princess : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Sofia's POV I adjusted the small mirror in my hand again, tilting it just slightly under the lights in the back of the Rolls-royce Phantom. The new face staring back at me wasn’t Aurora De Santa and certainly not Sofia Dante. It was something else, an exquisite mask, laced with a kind of beauty that unsettled even me.High, sculpted cheekbones dusted with natural glow, subtle across a small straight nose, rose petal lips that curved like secrets. Her eyes—my eyes—were the same shape, but surrounded by slightly elongated lashes and arched brows that softened the intensity. This face, this creation, was devastatingly charming. Beautiful... perhaps even more than the face I'd inherited at birth.“Do you think this boyfriend of yours will appreciate a fake face?” Giada’s voice sliced into my thoughts, smug and teasing as usual from the driver’s seat.I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror, “Are you going to tell him about it?”She snorted, “I wouldn’t spoil your chances, sugar mama.”

Sofia's POV I sat at the backseat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, flipping through the pile of documents on my lap while Giada handled the steering. My fingers turned the pages slowly, absorbing the contents one after the other, and with every new page, my brows furrowed deeper."This is more than what I asked for," I muttered loud enough for her to hear from the front.Giada didn’t even flinch, "Maybe that’s his love language,” She joked, grinning through the rearview mirror.I gave her a hard glare in response, but her smirk didn’t disappear. She was always this way, using jokes to disarm me. But this time, it didn’t land well. Not after the words he said to me at the end of that call.‘I care for you. I have and will always...’Those words were still ringing in my head.He couldn’t have meant it... right?There was a pull in my chest. Just slight, but strong enough to worry me. I’ve fought too hard to detach from anything emotional. Now here I was, wondering if this relationship

Clancy's POV The damn theory in my head refused to go away.I leaned back against my vehicle for longer than I should’ve, mind burning with pieces that refused to fit.Aurora DE Santa.From start I believed she was just another tech diva with expensive taste and enough PR to make fans gag. But now? She was crawling with shadows. Di Marco funding?I let out a low scoff and shoved through the revolving door, jaw clenched so hard it clicked. If that’s what was backing Aurora’s meteoric rise, then it all made sense, the money, the reach, the silence from the islands. The way she moved like she had the entire world behind her. But why New York?Why thiscity?No one brings business there without my consultation first and permission but she proving damn stubborn. And Aurora Technologies? Hell, it was already halfway through North America already.Two hundred billion in valuation. Governors tripping over themselves just to kiss her feet for contracts. Five hundred billion by year’s

Clancy’s POVI slammed the last of the encrypted burners onto the glass table, hard enough for the surface to quake but not break. Still no answer. No goddamn answer.I’d tried all of them. Five phones, one satellite tablet, two obsolete lines masked through German proxies. Nothing. The entire fvcking grid. And not a single whisper from that bastard in Italy.Mario Karts.My jaw flexed so tight. One more ring. Just one more ring, I told myself. The screen blinked… dead. Line ended.I roared.The second phone shattered against the wall like an eggshell. The third followed. Plastic and glass scattered across the floor.“Answer me, you Italian fvck…” I growled under my breath, pacing like a rabid lion in a cage too small for its rage.We had a deal. A pact sealed without blood but with something far more binding, my word of protecting his Queen from North America.Five years ago, I had spared him. He stood at my mercy, right after Sofia’s left and I couldn’t follow. I could’v

The smooth hum of the laptop fan filled the quiet of the room, but my focus wasn’t on the ambient noise. I sat still, hunched slightly forward, with the VR set clasped over my eyes, immersing me in the final pre-launch review of the cyber weapon prototype. Every component, every thread of code unfolded before me, alive, responsive. I twisted my wrist and the satellite's internal frame rotated mid-air in the virtual space, the HUD interface pulling open the remote-access module with a flick of my fingers.“Remote ports, encryption layer… full override scripts.” I mumbled to myself.A breath escaped my lips. I slowly lifted the VR set from my face and blinked, adjusting back to the dimmed light of the room. My throat felt tight but steady, and I tapped the screen of my phone that had been on record all along."I'm no engineer, Glory, but with what I see, this is a flawless masterpiece," I said, my voice low but confident.Gloria's voice came through, steady and reassuring, “The sy