A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

HARSH TRUTHS~ ALEXANDRO'S POV ~The door to the safe house burst open with a bang. Mario rushed in, looking like he'd been through hell. His usually perfect suit was wrinkled, his hair messy, but at least he wasn't bleeding."Thank God," he said, eyes immediately finding me. Then his gaze shifted to Lauren, who was silently packing away the first aid supplies, her movements mechanical. "You're both okay."I finished buttoning a fresh shirt I'd found in the bedroom, wincing as the movement pulled at the fresh stitches in my side. Lauren had done a remarkable job…steady hands despite the tears streaming down her face. Now she moved like a statue, face blank, eyes distant. In shock."What happened?" I asked Mario, keeping my voice low.Mario glanced at Lauren again before answering. "Viktor escaped."I had expected as much. My father was too clever, too cautious to get caught in his own trap. But the confirmation still sent a wave of frustration through me."But we did some damage,"

BLOOD AND BETRAYAL~ ALEXANDRO'S POV ~The docks smelled like death and saltwater.I crouched behind a shipping container, checking my Glock one final time. Around me, twelve of my best men waited in the shadows, their faces hard and ready. This wasn't going to be a negotiation. This was war."Radio check," I whispered into my earpiece."Antonio here. The east side is clear.""Mario, south entrance.""All quiet on my end, boss.""Luca, how's our precious cargo?"There was a pause before Luca's voice crackled through. "Safehouse is secure. The ladies are... entertaining each other with some card game. Lauren keeps asking about you."I felt something twist in my chest. Lauren. My reason for being here. My reason for everything."Keep them safe," I said. "Whatever happens tonight, they don't get touched.""Copy that."I turned to Antonio, who was studying the Red Star Maritime building through military-grade binoculars. "How many do you count?""At least fifteen, maybe twenty. They're no

FIRST DAY AT WORK~ LAUREN'S POV ~ The city streets blurred past the tinted windows of Alexandro's car, but I couldn't focus on anything except the black sedan following us in the rearview mirror. Luca's car. My bodyguard. The thought still felt surreal.My stomach twisted into knots, and I pressed a hand against it, trying to calm the nerves that had been building since I woke up. New Year's always did this to me. Made me anxious about fresh starts and new beginnings.I remembered how Patrick used to tease me about my morning sickness before work. "You act like you're going to war, not journalism," he'd say with that stupid laugh of his. I'd force a smile then, pretending it was funny. Now the memory just made me frown."Lauren."Alexandro's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned to find his green eyes studying me with concern."Everything okay, sweetheart?"I forced a bright smile. "Perfect. Just thinking."He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. That was one thing I loved

BETRAYAL AND SHADOWS~ LAUREN'S POV ~The elevator ride to the newsroom felt like the longest forty seconds of my life. Rosette and Patrick stood pressed against the back wall, their earlier argument forgotten in favor of watching the drama unfold between Ethan and me.When the doors finally opened, I nearly sprinted out, desperate for the friendly chaos of the newsroom to drown out the stress."Lauren, wait." Ethan's voice followed me as I weaved between desks toward my workstation.I ignored him, focusing instead on powering up my computer and pulling out the files for today's presentation. The story I had been working on for weeks….Investigating problems in construction contracts that could reveal important corruption in the city.My hands shook slightly as I opened the folder. This presentation could make my career. After all the whispers about being Alexandro's girlfriend, I needed something to prove I belonged here on my own merit."Lauren." Ethan appeared beside my desk, his

TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES~ LAUREN'S POV ~"Lauren, don't do this." Ethan's voice stopped me as I started to stand from our table.I turned back to face him, seeing the desperation in his almost-green eyes. "I have to go, Ethan.""No, you don't." He stood too, his chair scraping against the café floor. "You always have a choice. You can walk away from this madness right now."My phone buzzed again with another message from Alexandro, and I could practically feel his impatience radiating through the screen."You don't understand," I said, my voice strained. "This is my life now.""It doesn't have to be." Ethan stepped closer, his voice urgent. "Lauren, listen to me. Alexandro's world doesn't just change people…..it breaks them. It destroys everything good and pure until there's nothing left but violence and fear."Something cold and ugly twisted in my chest. "And what exactly do you think you know about his world?"Ethan blinked, taken aback by the sharp edge in my voice. "I know enough.