บททั้งหมดของ Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Lilah's POV : The dress Ivan picked for me was both a masterpiece and a weapon. Crimson satin clung to my body like a second skin, the neckline plunging scandalously low, exposing far more than I was comfortable with. The slit that ran up my thigh was equally indecent, every step threatening to reveal more. My hair had been styled into soft waves cascading over my shoulders, and diamonds sparkled at my neck and ears, catching the faint light of the hallway.When I stepped into view, Ivan’s gaze found me immediately. His expression remained unreadable at first, but as his eyes traveled from my face to my hips, something flickered—a hunger he tried to suppress. His jaw tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.“You look adequate,” he said, his voice low, as though the words were forced.“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a glowing compliment,” I shot back, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Ivan was dressed to kill—literally and figuratively. His tailored blac

Ivan's POV :The darkened conference room buzzes with a tension that could slice through steel. The opulence of the surroundings—a mahogany table large enough to host an army, crystal chandeliers shimmering cold light, and leather chairs that seemed designed to dominate the occupants—did little to mask the suffocating atmosphere. I sit at the head of the table, a predator in a cage of pretense. My fingers tap an idle rhythm against the polished wood as I wait, my patience thinning by the second.James Oliver, Mia's father and an insufferable meddler, finally strides in, his face set in a mask of smug determination. He is flanked by two men—his so-called advisors—who are little more than yes-men. My eyes narrow as I lean back in my chair, the shadows of the room seeming to gather around me, drawn by my disdain."Volkov," James greets, his voice oily, oozing false camaraderie. He doesn’t sit; instead, he plants himself at the opposite end of the table, an act that reeks of attempted dom

Lilah's POV :“She did this?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft, yet carrying a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down my spine.I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s nothing, really. Lucy took care of it.”His thumb brushed close to the scratch, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something that resembled concern flicker in his cold gray eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the steel mask I had come to associate with him.Ivan straightened, his imposing frame towering over me. “Mia will pay for this,” he said flatly, as though he were discussing a mundane business matter rather than a woman’s fury.I swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. Part of me wanted to demand an explanation—why he allowed someone like Mia to stay in his orbit, why I was even here in the first place—but the words refused to come out. His presence was suffocating, an invisible force that silenced me.“Stand up,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.I hesi

Lilah’s POV : The morning started with a mission: convincing Ivan Volkov, of all people, to let us leave the house. It had been days since Lucy and I had stepped outside, and the need to breathe fresh air and feel sunlight on my skin was overwhelming. Ivan, however, was a fortress of resistance. “You don’t need to go anywhere,” he said coolly, sipping his coffee at the breakfast table. “Ivan,” I argued, crossing my arms. “You can’t keep us locked up forever. We need normalcy. A simple shopping trip won’t kill anyone.” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “It might, considering who we are.” Lucy chimed in, batting her lashes dramatically. “Oh, come on, Mr. Big Bad Mafia Boss. Don’t you want to see us happy? What’s a little retail therapy compared to the joy of seeing us smile?” Ivan stared at her like she’d grown another head, but I caught the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Damien and Andrey, standing nearby, exchanged amused glances. Maxi, always the cheerful one, join

Lilah's POV :I couldn't bring myself to look back at Ivan. His voice, that deep, commanding tone, sliced through the air, but I refused to acknowledge him. My feet moved quickly, carrying me away from him, away from the suffocating feeling that had begun to wrap around my chest the moment I’d met his eyes. I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear his voice, didn’t want anything to do with him right now. The weight of his gaze still lingered, like a mark I couldn’t wash off.Lucy, always tuned into my moods, must’ve sensed it. She moved in step with me, her usual teasing smile replaced by a softer look. “Ignore him,” she whispered, though her tone was more of an understanding than an order. “You don’t owe him anything.”I exhaled, grateful for her presence. But my heart was a storm that I couldn’t escape, no matter how far I walked. Every step away from him felt like a battle, a slow pull toward some strange, uncharted space where I could try to forget him—if only for a few hours