บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's possession : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Michael looked at her with interest. You’re probably the first girl to see a torture scene as just a normal show. He continued to watch Aurora as she slowly began falling asleep with a smile, before turning his attention back to the scene. The smile that danced on his lips disappeared as swiftly as it appeared. "There are still seven left, what are you waiting for?" he said. The men let out cruel grins as they looked at their victim, and one of them picked up the clamp and proceeded to remove the remaining nails. After thirty minutes of torture, the victim was already unconscious. Michael called, "Halter." A man emerged from the shadows and stood near Michael with a tablet in hand and eyeglasses. He slightly bowed and answered respectfully, "Yes, master." If it hadn’t been for his master calling, no one would have noticed him. Michael gave his order, "A room," and Halter immediately left to carry out the command. With the years he had spent working under Michael as his secretary, he

A few hours ago.Aurora was lying on the bed while Michael hovered over her, a malicious grin dancing on his lips as he glanced at the girl beneath him. Her eyes were half-open, gazing back at him with a hazy look. He was mesmerized by them, finding her even more beautiful with the rosy hue tinting her pale white skin. With a predatory grin, he murmured, “From today onwards, you’re only mine.”He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, but there was no reaction from the dazed Aurora—until she suddenly pushed him aside and scrambled out of bed. A hand covering her mouth, panic written all over her face, she rushed into the bathroom. She vomited into the sink and flushed it with water, clutching her head as if she were about to collapse—when a hand caught her wrist and lifted her up.She instinctively rested her head on his shoulder and dozed off. Michael carefully carried her back to the bed, laying her down slowly, afraid she might wake. Seeing that some vomit had splashed onto he

The ones with the lowest income earners are not counted, but socialites are ranked from A to C, and the Greyharts family falls among the class B socialites, while the Noels family are ranked among class C.Vicky knows him so well because her father forced her to memorize the face of people she cannot afford to offend, and so, if she is coming from class B socialites, then the Romano family are out of her league — the type you can only meet once in a lifetime — but her friend got married to the sole young master of the Romanos. One thing she is sure of is that Aurora’s peaceful life will be gone.They stayed in silence until Aurora’s stomach grumbled. That is when she remembered that she didn’t have breakfast. Vicky smiled while shaking her head; she immediately signaled for Aurora to go and wash herself while Vicky busied herself in the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, Aurora was at the table gobbling the food as if it was her last.Vicky, looking at her side: “Why are you eating so fas

Some minutes later, Michael was done leaving the place for Aurora to take her own bath. She immediately bathed and, covering herself with a towel, walked into the room just across and took out a black dress and wore it. Then she carefully took care of her hair. When she was done, she got out of the dressing room. He stared at her for what felt like minutes, then stretched out his hand and said, “Come, let's go and take breakfast.” She got up from her seat, showing no intention of taking it. True, he was her husband, but for the moment they were just strangers bound by a marriage contract. Michael placed his hand back in his pocket. He didn’t feel at all offended. He opened the door and walked out. Aurora followed suit, her eyes not looking left or right but fixated on Michael’s back. They walked until they reached the stairs and descended them. He guided her into the dining room, where he helped her to sit on his right, and he took the head. When he was comfortable, he clapped his ha

Halter continued, “There is also another one, but according to rumors, she specializes in mass murder.”Michael was suddenly intrigued. “What do you mean? Like provoking bombs?” he asked.Halter answered, “She kills them off by herself, and she is also good at infiltrating.”Michael cocked an eyebrow, his face remained expressionless. “Who is that ‘she’ person?”Halter answered, “The Ibara Princess.”Michael made a ‘hmmm’ sound and said, “A woman, then try to contact her. I think it’s time to take care of the spies in this building. That will make two birds, one stone.”Halter bowed but responded again, “I did, but I didn’t yet assign her targets.”Michael said nothing when a man entered, whistling in a carefree manner, his hands in his pockets. His eyes landed on Michael, who was standing near the window, and he smirked.“Yo, Michael, I am done with the Adam’s project.”Michael turned towards him, his eyes cold as ice, his voice low. “Dan, with the numerous errors I saw on the projec