Semua Bab A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas : Bab 61 - Bab 70

SHADE OF THE PAST ~ALEXANDRO’S POV~The name on the screen sent a slow, burning rage curling through my veins. Father. Luca’s father. Which meant one thing—he knew.Mario and I exchanged a look, assumed understanding passing between us. He breathed out sharply, running a hand through his hair. Julio, ever unfazed, simply knelt beside the body and plucked the phone from Luca’s pocket with a gloved hand. The ringing stopped. “What do you want to do?” Mario asked, his tone quieter now. I turned to Lauren. She was watching. Frozen in place. Her hazel eyes—wide, glassy, too full of emotions I couldn’t afford to deal with right now. I’d thrown her into this world without warning. Without preparing her.That was my mistake. I stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My fingers lingered against her cheek, feeling the way her breath hitched. “Amore,” I murmured. “Go with Julio.” She shook her head. “No.” “Lauren.” My voice came out rougher than I intended.

DO NOT BELONG.~LAUREN’S POV~The water was warm, almost burning, but I didn’t mind. I let it rise around me, the heat sinking into my skin, easing the tension in my muscles. The effect of tonight, of everything, felt lighter in the water.Steam curled around me, blurring the edges of the dimly lit bathroom. The villa was quiet—too quiet. It left too much space for my thoughts, for the replay of gunshots and blood and Alexandro’s voice telling me to leave.I leaned my head back against the tub’s edge, breathing out slowly, my body finally beginning to relax.Until I felt it.The weight of a stare.My lashes fluttered open, and there he was—standing in the doorway.Alexandro.He was freshly changed, the crisp white shirt hanging loose over his chest, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, exposing the ink winding over his skin. His dark hair was damp, still wet from his shower, a single drop of water tracing the sharp angle of his jaw before disappearing beneath his collar.He looked li

CRAZY FIRST DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~It still surprised me that Alexandro let me go back home. Well… it took a lot of arguing, some pleading, and a whole lot of ignoring him before he finally gave in. But of course, it came with a price. I bit my lower lip as I sat in the back seat of the sleek black car he'd sent. I wasn’t expecting a car. And definitely not this car. It screamed wealth. Power. A warning wrapped in luxury. And it came with two guards. According to Alexandro, my safety came first. He said he didn’t know when his father might make another move, and he wasn’t about to take that risk again. And honestly? After what I experienced… neither was I. Nightmares had been my new normal. And this—this was the price of being in Alexandro Lex Castello’s world. The car pulled into the parking lot of Storm Publishing. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and stepped out. So did the guards. I froze and turned around, brows furrowed. “What are you doing?” I asked, alrea

WELCOME BACK, MISS TRENDING ~LAUREN'S POV~I watched as the company’s security made their way toward Ethan, Antonio, and Luca. Eyes followed them—then flicked to me. The murmurs started before I could even react. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I instinctively bowed my head, heat creeping up my cheeks.Why was Ethan suddenly acting out? Why now?Antonio had finally lowered his hand from Ethan’s chest, and Luca was already deep in conversation with one of the guards, trying to smooth things over. I exhaled a shaky breath and took a step forward, weaving my way to Ethan, who stood stiffly, still glaring at Antonio like he wanted to punch something—or someone.Antonio tried to say something to me as I passed, but I shot him a sharp look.No. Not now. He might’ve been following Alexandro’s orders, but that didn’t give him the right to decide who could or couldn’t speak to me. I wasn’t some precious doll to be guarded every second.He stepped back, sensing my irritat

BUSINESS AND RISK ~ALEXANDRO’S POV ~ I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers change as I listened to Antonio on the line. "Yeah, Patrick put his hands on her again, and that got him a face full of Antonio's fist. Now Lauren is being summoned to her higher-ups. Awesome," I muttered, a hint of sarcasm in my tone. "I'll handle everything, Antonio. Just do your job properly," I said, ending the call with a frustrated sigh. "Trouble in paradise," Mario remarked, leaning against the elevator wall, casually toying with a knife he'd stolen from one of his latest prey. "Antonio's doing a good job keeping her safe and keeping people like her ex at a distance," I replied, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. "Why is he still alive?" Mario asked, straightening up, his imposing height a stark reminder of the danger he could embody. "Because we don’t just kill people, you idiot," I said with a smirk, half amused by his intensity. “No,” he stated, pointing the knife at me in