A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

THE DEVIL'S FEAST"Some family dinners end in bloodshed."~ ALEXANDRO'S POV ~The private dining room at The Devil's Table looked like something from a nightmare.Viktor Kuznetsov sat at the head of an elegant mahogany table, casually cutting into a perfectly cooked steak as if the corpse spread out beside his chair was merely a problematic piece of furniture. Blood had pooled beneath the dead man's shattered skull, bleeding into the expensive Persian rug with creative accuracy.Five armed men stood positioned behind Viktor's chair like deadly guardians, their hands resting on hidden weapons, eyes tracking my every movement with hunting focus.But what made my stomach turn was not the everyday violence or the threatening display of force…it was the young brunette sitting frozen beside Viktor, her shirt torn open to expose her breasts, tears streaming down her terrified face as she tried to make herself invisible.She couldn't have been older than twenty-two."Alexandro, my son," Vikt

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW "Sometimes salvation comes with bruised knuckles and Spanish curses." ~ LAUREN'S POV ~ The world had exploded into chaos, and I couldn't tell up from down. Gunshots echoed through the restaurant like thunder, mixing with shouting in multiple languages and the crash of overturned furniture. Emergency lighting cast everything in hellish red shadows, making the scene look like something from a nightmare. Through the mayhem, a strong hand clamped over my mouth from behind, cutting off my scream before it could escape. Panic shot through me like electricity as whoever had grabbed me began dragging me backward, away from the gunfight. I thrashed against my captor, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. My zip-tied hands were useless, but I kicked and twisted with everything I had, trying to break free. Through the smoke and chaos, I caught a glimpse of Mario diving behind an overturned table, his weapon drawn and returning fire. Vikt

SEX AFTER THE STORM“You are going to be the end of me”~LAUREN’S POV~Alexandro’s gaze locked onto mine, his dark eyes fuming with intent. I felt it in the way he moved, intentional and hungry, like a predator closing in on its prey. I wasn’t scared, though. I was anything but. My heart pounded in anticipation, my skin tingling as he stepped closer, his presence taking over the space.Before I could second-guess myself, he had me pressed against the cool granite of the kitchen counter. His hands were strong, his touch firm but not rough. He kissed me, his lips demanding yet tender, as if he were claiming something he had always known was his. The kiss deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, and I opened for him without hesitation. His taste was intoxicating—a mix of mint and something uniquely his, something that made my knees weak.His lips trailed down my jawline, nipping at my earlobe before moving to my neck. I leaned my head back, exposing more skin, and he took f

PUPPET MASTER~LAUREN POV~The break room felt like a sanctuary until the whispers followed me inside. I tried to shut out the voices echoing from the hallway, but they seeped through the walls like poison."Promotion out of nowhere... she never even applied...""Convenient timing, right after what happened to Rosette...""Wonder what she had to do to get it..."I leaned against the door, closing my eyes for a moment before moving to the coffee machine. My hands trembled as I reached for a mug. A promotion now would only make me look worse—like I had been circling Rosette's position like a vulture, waiting for her downfall.The hatred from my coworkers had always been there, steaming beneath the surface since the moment I started dating Alexandro. Lauren the dork, Lauren the undeserving, suddenly the envy of everyone for landing the trillionaire. Patrick had warned me it wouldn't last. Rosette hadn't even tried to hide her jealousy and spite.I had hoped work could be my peaceful g

THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE"Some sins are too heavy to carry alone."~ ALEXANDRO'S POV ~The scotch burned like penance as it slid down my throat, but it couldn't wash away the taste of Lauren's disappointment. Three fingers of Macallan 25—the same bottle I had opened the night I had first brought her to this penthouse, when she had looked at me like I might be her salvation instead of her damnation.‘Che cazzo ho fatto?’ What the fuck had I done?The bedroom door remained closed, a barrier of mahogany and wounded pride that might as well have been made of titanium. Behind it, Lauren McQueen—the woman who had managed to crack open my chest and crawl inside—was probably planning her escape.Again.I set the crystal tumbler down with calculated precision, watching the amber liquid catch the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Twenty-three floors below, New York pulsed with life, ignorant to the fact that my world was quietly imploding.My phone buzzed against the m