Semua Bab A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas : Bab 101 - Bab 110

DANCE WITH THE DEVIL~LAUREN'S POV~I sat across from Isabella at the lakeside café, watching her stir her tea with practiced elegance. Four days in Geneva had felt like stepping into another life—one where I belonged in this world of old money and older secrets."More pastry, dear?" Isabella offered, pushing the plate of croissants toward me."I shouldn't," I laughed. "My clothes barely fit after all the food you've been feeding me."Isabella waved dismissively. "Nonsense. You Americans are too concerned with size. In my day, curves were celebrated."I took a croissant, unable to resist. Something about Isabella made it impossible to say no to her. She had the same magnetic pull as her son, but where Alexandro commanded, Isabella charmed."Speaking of celebrating," she said, her green eyes—so like Alexandro's—twinkling with mischief, "tell me more about how you met my son. The real story, not the polite version you told me the first day."I nearly choked on my pastry. "What makes you

ENEMIES WITHIN THE WALLS ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~I watched Lauren's car disappear around the corner, the weight of what lay ahead settling on my shoulders."You look like a lovesick puppy," Mario said, blowing smoke from his cigar. I turned to him, my expression hardening. "Update."Mario’s smirk faded, professional ruthlessness replacing his casual behavior. "Julian Blackwood confirmed for the summit. Viktor's men are still tracking Isabella's movements, but our decoys are working. We've got eyes on Ethan Miller—still digging into your past, but finding nothing useful yet.""And the bodies?""Three so far. All Castello associates. All made to look like accidents."I checked my watch. We had twenty minutes to reach the Peninsula Hotel for the Titan Summit—an exclusive gathering of the most powerful business leaders in the country. Or as Mario liked to call it, "a dick-measuring contest with champagne.""Let's go," I said, sliding into the waiting car. "And Mario?""Yeah, boss?""No guns

SIN & DANGER.~LAUREN'S POV~I stood outside Shadows, the cool night air a welcome relief after the heat of the club. Three black SUVs idled at the curb, their engines purring quietly in the darkness. The sight of such ridiculous security still felt strange to me—a reminder of the world I had stumbled into when I had lied about dating Alexandro.Vanessa whistled low. "Someone's paranoid."Emily folded her arms across her chest. "Or paying back for something."I shot my sister a warning look, but she merely shrugged, the tension between us still simmering beneath the surface. Sophia linked arms with Emily, her smile bright but determined."Don't worry about us," she told me, squeezing Emily's arm when she tried to pull away. "We'll be fine. I'll make sure this one gets home safely."I hesitated, still uneasy about leaving Emily after our argument. "Are you sure? I can…”"Go," Emily cut me off, her voice softer than before. "I'm a big girl, Lauren. I don't need you to babysit me."Befo

NEW YEAR GALA ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~I watched Lauren from across the ballroom, unable to take my eyes off her. The silver dress she wore caught every light, making her glow as if she were made of stardust. Short enough to show her long legs but still elegant, it hugged every curve of her body perfectly. She had pinned her dark hair up, exposing the graceful line of her neck where my diamond necklace rested against her skin—a Christmas gift that had made her gasp when she had opened it.Mine. The thought settled in my chest, possessive and warm."Castello," Julian Blackwood appeared at my side, uninvited and unwelcome. "Magnificent party, isn't it?"I didn't look at him, keeping my gaze fixed on Lauren as she sipped champagne near the orchestra. "What do you want, Julian?"He chuckled, swirling his drink. "Can't I simply congratulate a fellow businessman on his exquisite taste?" His eyes followed my line of sight to Lauren. "In all things."My jaw tightened. "Careful.""She is stunning

I CHOSE US~LAUREN'S POV ~I couldn't stop pacing.Back and forth across the hardwood floors of the safe house, my bare feet silent against the cold surface. The silver dress I'd worn to the gala lay discarded on a chair, replaced by a silk nightgown someone had thoughtfully left for me.My phone remained clutched in my hand, screen dark and silent. No messages. No calls. Nothing since those threatening texts from Viktor.I moved to the window, pushing aside the heavy curtain with one finger to peer into the darkness. The safe house was somewhere in upstate New York—Antonio had been deliberately vague about our exact location. A stunning lake house with floor-to-ceiling windows that would have been beautiful under any other circumstances.Right now, it felt like a prison."Ms. McQueen," Antonio's voice came from behind me. "You should try to rest."I turned to find him standing in the doorway, his expression as stoic as ever, but I could see the concern in his eyes."How can I rest?