Todos os capítulos de THE MAFIA'S PRISONER: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

“Ah, I feel flattered. To think she seemed so cautious around me back then,” he said playfully.“There’s no reason to stay guarded against someone you like. I believe Ellijah likes you,” she replied.“Ahaha... I like Ellijah very much too.”Jacques fell silent, stunned by Chateau’s words. For some reason, what she said made him want to ask something.“You like Ellijah...?” he asked Chateau, who nodded enthusiastically.“Who wouldn’t like a sweet and kind girl like her? Even Leonard, with his cold demeanor, seems to have melted in her presence,” Chateau replied, her laughter and smile lighting up her face.Jacques couldn’t tear his gaze away from her.“I’m glad you like Ellijah.”Chateau, who had been looking at Ellijah, slowly turned her gaze toward Jacques. He was smiling, as if deeply grateful that someone cared for his daughter. This prompted Chateau to quickly clarify her words.“You needn’t feel grateful for that, Monsieur Chevalier. Once Ellijah begins her new life, I’m sure man

Chateau remained in her place, observing Gabriel from afar. Chateau couldn’t stop replaying the words Gabriel had spoken to her during their brief conversation on the dance floor. Her question had been clear, yet Gabriel’s answers remained evasive, laced with ambiguity.Chateau was certain Gabriel knew the true answer to her query. However, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, he chose not to reveal it. Instead, his responses felt like pieces of a puzzle he was inviting her to solve.She sighed, deciding it was not the time to dwell on it. The main event was about to begin, and Leonard was waiting for her. But as she turned to leave, a sudden chill startled her—a splash of wine drenched her elegant gown. The vibrant fabric was now stained with deep red, a mark that would be difficult to erase.“Oh, Lady, I’m so sorry!” a male attendant exclaimed, apologizing profusely. Chateau, now struggling with the stain, was caught off guard by his panic. Although irritation bubbled beneath the surfac

After Louis's abrupt departure from the party, Leonard was declared missing. No one knew his whereabouts, further confirming Chateau’s earlier suspicions, which had been triggered by a cryptic phone warning. Chateau was certain Frederick was behind this and likely collaborating with Louis. Unfortunately, there were no leads to Leonard’s location, leaving Chateau distraught and in tears throughout the night.Thankfully, Chateau wasn’t alone. While Gabriel and his team worked tirelessly to locate Leonard, Chateau stayed with Aurora and the others. She tried her best to share whatever information she could, but it wasn’t enough to provide a breakthrough. The lack of progress only deepened her frustration and despair, especially knowing the danger Frederick posed to Leonard.“Leonard…” Chateau whispered, her voice trembling with an unrelenting sob. A whirlwind of emotions gripped her, but despair overshadowed all else. She wanted desperately to save Leonard but felt powerless, relegated t

It was impossible for Chateau to tell how long she had been unconscious, nor how many seconds had slipped by since she had fought to save Leonard. When she finally regained consciousness, panic overwhelmed her. Her instincts screamed at her to move, yet she failed to notice that she was securely bound to the wooden chair beneath her.She sat in stunned silence, attempting to recall what had led her to this predicament. A sharp ache in her chest flared as her memories resurfaced—not only was the man she loved in grave danger, but the betrayal of someone she once trusted deeply compounded her anguish.Chateau clenched her jaw. Sitting idly, wallowing in despair, would achieve nothing. She needed to free herself and save Leonard. However, the strength of the bindings around her arms and legs suggested that it would take considerable time to escape. Frustration simmered as she bit her lower lip, her mind racing for solutions.A voice, sudden and echoing in the dimly lit room, broke her co

Chateau kept her eyes tightly shut, bracing for the pain of the heavy chair crashing into her body. But time seemed to stretch endlessly. After the deafening sound of wood splintering, an eerie silence followed. The only sounds were her pounding heartbeat, the faint rustle of the night breeze, and—most chillingly—the sound of heavy breathing near her ear.That breath forced Chateau to open her eyes. She froze, astonished to find Leonard kneeling before her, shielding her from the chair with his outstretched arms. The shattered remains of the chair rested in his grasp.Chateau's heart tightened as she looked at Leonard's pale face, drenched in sweat, clearly unwell. She wanted to embrace him, to protect him, but the situation reversed the roles.“Don’t… touch… what’s mine,” Leonard hissed, his voice trembling with rage. He glared at Frederick with unyielding fury. Before Chateau could reach for him, Leonard rose to his full height. With sheer force, he hurled the broken chair away, sen