บททั้งหมดของ The Reluctant Mafia Bride: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

As Arya stepped into the dimly lit mansion, the atmosphere enveloped her like a thick fog. The air was heavy with secrets, and the scent of aged wood and candle wax lingered in the shadows. The mansion exuded an aura of opulence that felt deceptive, hiding the darkness that simmered beneath its polished surface. She glanced around, taking in the lavish décor—ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, expensive artwork lining the walls, and luxurious furniture that looked like it had been plucked from a historical period drama. But none of that mattered now. Arya had a mission, and her heart raced with purpose. As she ventured deeper, the sound of laughter echoed from a nearby room, mingling with the clinking of glasses. Her heart raced; she could not afford to get caught. Suddenly, she rounded a corner and nearly collided with a young woman emerging from a nearby room. The girl was dressed provocatively, her attire accentuating her curves. She smelled very good that Arya was

Arya turned to face the voice that made even Lima stiffen in fear. It was the last person she wanted to see right now. “You finally decided to show your face to your mother again,” Dolores said, her tone sharp and dripping with control. Her eyes flicked briefly to Arya. “And you brought along a little friend.” “Mama… I thought you were still out of town,” Lima said, clearing her throat nervously. “And so? Is that why you greet your poor, old mother with such suspicion?” Dolores responded, her voice low but carrying an unmistakable weight. “It’s almost like you didn’t want me here, mi hija.” “No, Mama, it’s not like that,” Lima quickly corrected, visibly flustered. “I’m just surprised to see you back, that’s all. Welcome home. How was your trip?” Dolores regarded her daughter with a penetrating stare before answering, “Productive, one might say.” Her gaze shifted to Arya, and her eyes narrowed slightly. “And who is your… little friend here?” “Oh, uh…” Lima stuttered, cle

Arya went against Leonardo. She was tired of being treated like a fragile creature, like someone who couldn’t withstand the test of time. Innocent people were going to die, and guilt gnawed at her. Why? She sat in Dolores’s personal living room, waiting with Lima, who was busy spiking her tea with liquor. "Is that really necessary?" Arya asked, watching Lima. "I mean, she’s your mum." "You don’t understand." Lima took a swig straight from the bottle before shoving it back into her purse. "My mum and I share a bond, but being around her too long does something to me. And yes, in a bad way." "Then don’t hog it all. Give me some." Arya reached for a fresh teacup. "Add some tea first," Lima suggested, smirking. Arya gave her a look. "Girl, I need it straight from the source." Lima chuckled and pour her a drink. She downed the liquor without another word. Her thoughts drifted back to last night’s conversation with Leonardo. She could not get it out of her mind for some

And just like that, the peace shattered. Masked men burst into the room, their weapons drawn, their intentions clear as they wreaked havoc and tore women away from the comforting embrace of community. “Not on my watch!” Dolores shouted, her voice slicing through the chaos like a blade. She raised her hand, signaling to a woman nearby, and the energy in the room shifted. “Por la Hermandad” the women screamed in unison, their defiance echoing off the walls as they revealed weapons hidden beneath their clothing, including Lima, who seemed to transform into a experienced gun person in that moment. Arya’s heart raced as she watched the scene unfold, a mix of awe and horror flooding her senses. The sight of women standing their ground against armed intruders ignited something deep within her—an instinct to fight, to protect, but also a desperate need to understand. Oh, come on! Is every community in this town a cover for something else? As she scanned the chaos, her eyes landed

Leonardo felt the palpable anger radiating from the crown of Arya’s head. He could sense the sadness lurking beneath it, and he was prepared to endure her fury if it meant providing her with the comfort she so desperately needed. Rob walked silently behind them, his expression pensive as they made their way to the car. “I can’t believe Isabel played me like this. Why would she betray me?” Arya’s voice was filled with disbelief and frustration. Leonardo sighed, searching for the right words. “I wish I knew, Arya. I haven’t had the chance to go through the files myself to gather more information.” Arya pulled away from his embrace, her expression tight. “What are you even doing here?” “I was nearby and thought you might need some extra help,” he replied, his voice steady. Rob walked ahead of them, heading towards the car with a focused demeanor. “Despite everything I told you? I had it under control,” she said, her irritation simmering just beneath the surface. Leonard