The Heart of the Mafia Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Allie felt miserable for Klarisse, who had done everything to avoid her fate, but it kept chasing her, forcing her to choose between her family and herself. “Allie, if I go through with this marriage, what about my business? I don’t want you to get tired managing it,” Klarisse stated. Allie chuckled. "Klarisse, you don’t have to worry about me. Besides, you are paying me," she replied with a laugh. Klarisse playfully slapped her arm."Yeah, but you’re still my best friend. I don’t want to see you all haggardly; it’s not good for your beauty. I hate seeing you tired. You’re losing glamor points." she teased. Allie rolled her eyes and shot her a mock death glare, but Klarisse hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek."Eww, gross!" Allie exclaimed."Duh, I’m just so sweet," Klarisse retorted. Their banter was interrupted when a new customer entered the café. Both of their eyes turned to the glass door, now held open by a man dressed in all black. "Wow, he’s cool," Allie commented

It was already dark, and Klarisse was on her way home to their mansion, a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. She knew she needed to speak with her parents about her decision regarding the arranged marriage. Lost in thought, she spotted a car stopped at the corner ahead, with a man waving urgently as if in need of help.“Who is that?” she mumbled to herself, curiosity piqued. Her initial instinct was to keep driving—strangers on dark roads often meant trouble. But as she approached, the man stepped into the center of the road, forcing her to come to a halt.“Hey! Are you crazy?!” she shouted, feeling a mix of irritation and fear.The man, wearing a cap that partially obscured his face, responded sharply, “I am not crazy, but you are. You’re ignoring someone who needs help.”Klarisse squinted, trying to place where she might have seen him before. “Wait, do I know you?” she asked cautiously. But her curiosity got the better of her.The man looked up, and recognition flickered acros

Klarisse got home, the familiar warmth of her childhood home surrounding her. The maids greeted her with smiles, their presence a comforting routine. “Where are Mom and Dad?” she asked, her voice carrying through the hallway, a mix of weariness and determination.Her parents, Alan and Kareen, heard her voice from the dining room, where they were quietly finishing their meal.“Klarisse, is that you?” Alan called out, hope and anxiety mingling in his tone.Klarisse heard them and walked towards the dining room, feeling a mix of nervousness and resolve. Her parents' faces lit up with joy and relief at the sight of her. As she entered, her mother stood up, a relieved smile spreading across her face. She wrapped Klarisse in a warm, tight hug."You’re finally here," Kareen said, her voice thick with emotion, holding her daughter tightly as if she might vanish again.Klarisse returned the hug, feeling a brief moment of comfort before the weight of her decision settled back on her shoulders.

The exclusive Italian restaurant chosen by the Robinson family was nestled in a secluded part of the city, far removed from the bustling crowds. Its facade was elegant, with ivy-covered walls and grand iron gates that hinted at the opulence within. The entrance was guarded by a trio of imposing men, their eyes scanning every passerby with practiced vigilance. Inside, the ambiance was warm and inviting, yet undeniably sophisticated. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the polished marble floors, and the rich, dark wood furnishings added a touch of elegance. Each table was set with the finest china and silverware, and fresh flowers adorned every corner. The atmosphere was intimate, with soft Italian music playing in the background, creating a serene yet luxurious ambiance. This was no ordinary dining experience; it was a sanctuary for those who lived within the shadows of power and secrecy.Bronson and Angela sat at a private booth in a corner of the restaurant. Heavy security pre

The moon hung low in the velvet sky as Alexander slipped out of the Robinson mansion, the weight of his family’s expectations pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had to see her—Maxine. He needed to hear her voice, to feel her reassurance. He couldn’t face the future they had planned for him without knowing where they stood. The small café they used as a meeting spot was dimly lit, tucked away on a quiet street far from the prying eyes of his family. It was late, and the few patrons inside paid little attention to him as he walked toward the back booth. Maxine was already there, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea, her face illuminated by the faint glow of the candle on the table. She looked up as he approached, her warm smile faltering slightly when she saw the tension etched across his features. “Alex,” she said softly, standing as he reached her. He pulled her into an embrace, holding her tightly as if she might slip away. “Max,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “