All Chapters of Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ivan’s POV: (Past)The night is dark, the air thick with tension as Mia storms into my office, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. Her face is twisted with anger, the flush of fury painting her cheeks a bright red. She’s upset—no, more than upset. She’s furious.“Mia,” I begin, my voice flat, a warning in it, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s already too far gone, too deep in her own rage to hear reason.“You’re a fucking bastard, Ivan!” she spits out, her eyes flashing with fire. “You make me look like a fool!”I stand from behind my desk, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, and look at her. She’s trembling, her hands shaking as she throws a stack of papers off the desk in a burst of anger. I don’t react—don’t flinch. I’ve seen her like this before, and I know exactly where this is going.“You think I don’t know what’s been going on?” Her voice rises, filling the room, but I’m already tired of hearing it. I don’t want to listen to her accusations, to her

Lilah's POV :The golden sun hovered low on the horizon, casting a fiery reflection across the Nile’s rippling surface. I leaned against the railing of the boat, letting the gentle breeze caress my skin and carry with it the earthy scent of the river. My fingers trailed lazily through the air, tracing invisible patterns as the tranquility of the moment wrapped around me like a warm embrace. It was a picture of serenity—palm trees swayed gracefully along the shoreline, distant minarets pierced the crimson sky, and the silhouettes of camels moved in slow, deliberate strides across the golden dunes. Yet, the calm outside couldn’t quiet the storm inside me.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Ivan standing a few steps away, his tall, imposing figure softened by the amber glow of the setting sun. His profile was sharp, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on the horizon with an intensity that belied the peaceful scene. There was something unnervingly beautiful about the way he stood th

Lilah's POV : I couldn’t shake the sight of him. Robert. My brother. His face haunted me like a ghost from a past life, a life I had carefully tucked away to survive the present. His sharp jawline, those piercing eyes—so much like mine, yet marred by bitterness and pain. He hadn’t changed much, except for the weight of desperation clinging to his frame. He’d spotted me too. His glance lingered long enough to say everything he couldn’t. Now, hours later, I sat on the edge of the couch in the dimly lit hotel suite, my mind racing. Lucy perched on the bed, watching me pace like a restless caged animal. She had already heard the rushed version of my encounter with Robert, and her silence made the situation feel heavier. “You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet if you keep pacing,” she finally said, her voice laced with worry. “You’ve got to stop and think this through.” I stopped, running a hand through my hair. “Think what through, Lucy? What am I supposed to do?” “You need to

Lilah's POV : The silence in the room was deafening. My heart hammered so loudly that I was sure Ivan could hear it. The burner phone in his hand felt like a death sentence, and his eyes—cold, calculating, and terrifying—bored into me, demanding answers I couldn’t give. “Answer me,” Ivan repeated, his tone low and venomous. “Who are you talking to?” “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered, my voice cracking under the weight of his gaze. He stepped closer, towering over me. “Lilah, do not insult me with lies.” “I swear,” I whispered, my throat dry. “I don’t know how that got there.” His fingers tightened around the phone, the crack of plastic echoing through the room. “You expect me to believe that someone slipped this into your pocket without you noticing?” I swallowed hard, my mind racing for an explanation that wouldn’t get me killed. “Maybe it was Lucy,” I blurted out. “She’s been acting strange lately. Maybe she’s trying to—” “Don’t,” he interrupted

Lilah's POV :The air in the café thickened as Ivan stepped inside, his commanding presence swallowing the room whole. Behind him followed a figure I hadn’t seen before. He moved like a predator, sharp and deliberate, his icy gray eyes scanning the room with lethal precision. His dark suit was immaculately tailored, but there was a quiet menace to him that made my blood run cold.“Damien,” Robert muttered under his breath.I turned to Robert sharply, my pulse quickening. “You know him?”“Everyone who’s crossed Ivan knows Damien,” Robert said grimly, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s Ivan’s enforcer. His shadow. If Damien’s here, this isn’t a warning. It’s a threat.”Damien stayed near the door, his stance casual but his eyes calculating. Two other men—friends or henchmen, I wasn’t sure—followed behind him, their expressions blank but their postures screaming intimidation. They fanned out, blocking the exits, while Ivan moved toward us like a storm rolling in.---I forced mysel