The Heart of the Mafia Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Alone in the room, Klarisse flashbacked on her time in the hospital.She sat in one of the reclining seats, wrapped in a thick blanket Angela had draped over her, though she barely noticed the warmth. Her gaze was locked on the small window to her right, the light from the afternoon sun flashed like memories she wished she could forget.Everything had happened so fast—Luca’s taunting voice, the cold press of his gun against her temple, Alex’s desperate plea to take her place, and then… the shot.She didn’t remember the pain. Only the way Alex had screamed her name, the way Allie’s voice broke as she pulled the trigger on Luca, and the way Artemis held everything together like their lives depended on it.Because it did.Now, Klarisse was safe. At least, that’s what everyone kept saying. But inside, she didn’t feel safe. She felt… lost.The medical team on board had done their best to patch her up. The wound wasn’t just in her body—it was in her soul.Maxine.Even the name sent a ripple

The grand hall of the old Venetian villa bore the weight of generations. Marble pillars cast long shadows across the ornate floor as whispers rose and fell beneath the chandelier’s crystal glow. Seated around the long obsidian table were the most powerful leaders of the criminal underworld—an uneasy gathering of legacy, power, and lingering tension.The air was thick with quiet anticipation. The Robinsons. The Fowls. The Czerkovs. The Valens. The Santori Syndicate. These were the names that commanded fear and respect in both the legal and illegal realms of global enterprise. But now, with Luca Marconi gone and the balance of power shaken, this gathering held more at stake than ever.The seat at the head of the table remained empty.Bronson Robinson sat stone-faced near the center, with Alan Fowl seated beside him. Both patriarchs bore the weariness of recent weeks—nearly losing their children, their grandchildren, and decades of carefully held alliances. Klarisse was still recovering,

The Robinson Mansion stood tall, its grandeur undeniable against the backdrop of the fading afternoon light. The vast marble pillars at the entrance gleamed under the sun, and the soft hum of the fountain echoed through the front yard. It was a place of opulence and power, but for Klarisse, it felt like something else entirely—a place that once held love, hope, and dreams, now tainted by pain and loss. But as the car carrying her, Alexander, and the twins slowly made its way up the long driveway, she couldn’t help but feel a sliver of something else too: a possibility for renewal.Klarisse looked out the window, her eyes wandering over the familiar yet distant landscape. She had spent the last several weeks in a haze of uncertainty, shuttling between the Fowl mansion and the safety of her own mind, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of her life. The twins, Lucas and Liana, had been a constant source of strength, but it hadn’t been easy. The mansion had once felt like hom

Two months had passed since the bloodied dusk that marked the end of Luca Marconi’s reign.The world had not paused for mourning.It moved on, rebuilding and reshaping itself, as Artemis knew it always would. The Council of Five held steady, each family returning to a new rhythm, with silence taking the place of war drums—for now.But amidst this calm after the storm, Artemis found himself tangled in a far more intimate battle: one of the heart.It was early evening when Artemis entered the private terrace of the Robinson estate, where Alexander now resided with Klarisse and the twins. The sky was streaked in soft golds and violet hues, the sea whispering beyond the hedges. Artemis was dressed with effortless elegance—dark tailored slacks, rolled-up sleeves, his usual severity slightly softened by something deeper, more thoughtful.Alexander was already there, sitting with a tumbler of scotch in hand, staring absently at the view. He glanced up, a small smirk tugging at the corner of

The quiet of the chapel was sacred.Not in the religious sense—though the carved stone walls and flickering candles held a solemn grace—but in the way it held time still. Like the universe, for once, had exhaled and let the moment stretch.Allie stepped inside, heart pounding. The heavy wooden doors shut gently behind her, and she was alone with Artemis. No guards. No family. No chaos. Just them, in this sanctuary of silence and light.Artemis turned as she entered, his hands momentarily tightening around the envelope he still held. He looked nervous—not the kind of nervous that came from fear, but the trembling tension of someone who had planned something down to the smallest detail and still hoped it would be enough.“Allie,” he breathed, almost like a prayer.She smiled, soft and shaky, her heels clicking faintly on the stone floor as she approached him. “You’ve been busy,” she said, eyes flitting over the candlelit chapel.“You deserve something beautiful,” Artemis said. “And quie