Semua Bab The Mafia's Dangerous Desire: Bab 331 - Bab 340

Amora bit back a smile and gently patted Regis’s hand as it wandered playfully up her body."Don’t you think you’re being childish, Regis?" she huffed, annoyed by her husband’s earlier antics that had made things harder for her.Regis didn’t respond. Instead, he studied Amora’s reflection in the tall mirror before them. The mirror perfectly captured the stunning curves of his wife’s body, wrapped in a shimmering black evening gown adorned with rose gold sequins that formed a phoenix tail. She looked absolutely breathtaking.The backless gown she wore only amplified her beauty, making it impossible for Regis to take his eyes off her. The deep neckline, accentuating her full chest, sent a rush of desire surging through him.Slowly, Regis pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent that made his heart race even faster.“Regis, please don’t mess up my makeup. I spent a lot of time making sure I look perfect tonight,” Amora warned, quickly dodging when she s

The silver moon shone beautifully over the city of New York. The Chelsea Pier on Manhattan’s west side is buzzed with activity and is surrounded by tight security checkpoints spread across the area.Above the night sky, several helicopters hovered, casting light over the pier while expanding security coverage to prevent any unwanted incidents.A long red carpet stretched from the luxury car drop-off point all the way to the grand staircase leading aboard an opulent ship docked at the pier.The cruise ship, bearing the name "Dragon Spirit" engraved on its bow, was one of the prized assets of the Lorenzo family and the chosen venue for the grand centennial celebration of the Royal Dragon.Distinguished guests, dressed in elite and elegant attire, stepped out of their luxury vehicles. They were not here for business transactions or casual strolls along the waterfront. Instead, they were responding to an exclusive invitation from Royal Dragon, one of New York’s most powerful corporate gian

“What’s wrong with Daddy’s little princess, hmm?” Gino shifted his gaze to his stepdaughter, Kimmy Moonstone, who was pouting.“Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asked again, looking at the little girl who looked absolutely adorable in her princess-style gown.Kimmy lifted her face and asked, “Is Rayden coming too, Dad?”Gino frowned, visibly disappointed. Instead of answering, he turned to his wife and complained, “My love, I think it won’t be long before I’m demoted to second place.”Estelle chuckled and said, “You don’t even have to wait. You’re already in second place because all she ever thinks about is Rayden.”Gino’s face soured even more. He couldn’t argue with his wife because, honestly, it was the truth. Almost every time, his stepdaughter lit up whenever she talked about Regis Lorenzo’s son.“Hmph, what’s so great about that kid compared to me?” Gino grumbled.Estelle sighed. “Are you seriously jealous of a child? Besides, you should be happy that our daughter is close friends

"Who is that woman?""Is she the mother of that child?""Is she Young Master Lorenzo’s wife?"One question after another spilled from the lips of onlookers, making Amora feel nervous. She could faintly hear the chatter around her and feel the sharp gazes directed at her."Which family is she from? It doesn’t seem like any high-ranking family has a daughter like her."The reporters began digging into the background of the woman who arrived with Regis. They tried to uncover her identity, but no one seemed to have any concrete information about her."They must be married! Look! Young Master Lorenzo and that woman are both wearing rings on their ring fingers."A female reporter pointed out her observation, sparking excitement among the media crew. Cameras instantly turned to focus on Amora, making her tense up slightly.Sensing her unease, Regis tightened his grip on her hand, drawing her attention back to him. He could see the worry in her eyes over how the public was perceiving her."Ign

In the stateroom's guest lounge, two powerful figures locked eyes in a tense stare-down. The air between them was thick with an unspoken battle of dominance, each trying to outmatch the other’s presence. Alejandro Volker and Murat Demir sat face-to-face, neither uttering a word for the past ten minutes. Their subordinates exchanged wary glances, their tension mirroring their leaders'. When Alejandro was led into the cabin by Diego Lorenzo's assistant, he immediately noticed the presence of a man with dark brown skin and a scar across his right eyebrow, already seated in the room. That man, nearly the same age as Alejandro, was none other than Murat Demir, the leader of Levent! “I’ll step out for a moment to fetch my master. In the meantime, you can chat with each other. I think you two already know each other, don't you?” Pablo Varon remarked as he ushered Alejandro into the lavish private cabin. Alejandro didn’t respond. His gaze remained locked on Murat, who returned the sa