บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Love With The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Alejandro’s fingers lingered on Aria’s cheek, his touch warm against her skin. For a brief moment, the chaos surrounding them faded, leaving only the two of them in their fragile world. “You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low, almost vulnerable. “Like what?” she asked, though her heart was racing, her pulse loud in her ears. “Like you trust me,” he replied, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “I’ve done nothing to deserve it.” Her hand came up, covering his, grounding him. “You’ve done everything to protect me. That’s more than enough.” Alejandro’s eyes darkened, and she felt the pull between them like a magnetic force. Without thinking, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a softness that belied the storm inside him. Aria responded instinctively, her fingers curling into his shirt as she kissed him back. The kiss deepened, his grip tightening on her waist as if he feared letting her go. It was desperate, passionate an outlet for th

The hours stretched like an eternity as Aria hunched over her laptop, every nerve in her body taut. Miguel’s voice had disappeared from the communication lines, leaving her with nothing but the chaotic sounds of gunfire and shouted commands. She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood as her fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to break through Miguel’s firewall to disrupt his systems. Maria sat beside her, fidgeting nervously. "Aria, are you sure you can do this? What if Miguel traces it back to you?" "I don’t care," Aria snapped, her voice sharper than intended. She softened slightly when she saw Maria flinch. "Sorry, I just… I can’t let him hurt Alejandro." Maria gave her a hesitant nod but didn’t say anything else. Finally, Aria’s screen blinked, and she broke through to Miguel’s surveillance system. A live feed of the warehouse filled the screen, showing Alejandro and his men pinned behind crates as Miguel’s men advanced. Her breath caught at the sight of Alejandro, hi

like the deceptive stillness before a storm. Aria sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the door. The earlier events kept replaying in her mind—Alejandro’s kiss, the fire in his eyes when he spoke of betrayal, and the sharp realization that someone close to them was working against him. Her hands trembled as she reached for the small notebook she kept hidden in a drawer. It wasn’t much, just a collection of thoughts and questions she dared not speak aloud. She flipped through the pages, her eyes skimming over scribbled notes about Miguel, Alejandro, and the dangerous web of secrets she found herself entangled in. A knock at the door startled her, and she quickly shoved the notebook back into the drawer. “Come in,” she called, her voice more steady than she felt. The door creaked open, and Maria stepped inside, her face pale. “Aria, something’s happening. Juan just called for all the guards to meet in the main hall.” Aria’s heart sank. “What do you mean? What’s going

The heavy tension in the air was almost palpable as Aria followed Alejandro into his private meeting room. The atmosphere felt suffocating, the walls closing in with every step she took. Alejandro moved with precision and focus, his shoulders squared, his eyes forward. Inside the room were a handful of men, including Juan, their faces dark with suspicion and unease. A small table sat in the center, scattered with documents, and on it lay a photograph that made Aria’s stomach churn. It was Miguel. The image captured him in a clandestine meeting with an unknown man. Alejandro had caught his trail, but it was still not enough to expose him fully. Alejandro gestured for Aria to sit, and she complied, her legs feeling like lead. He remained standing, his presence commanding the room. “We have a traitor in our midst,” Alejandro began, his voice low and menacing. “And until we flush them out, no one is safe.” Juan’s jaw tightened. “We’ve been keeping an eye on everyone. No one has

The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting an orange glow over the tense atmosphere inside the mansion. Alejandro stood in the center of the strategy room, his hands splayed over the table that displayed a detailed map of the docks. His lieutenants were gathered around him, their expressions grave as he outlined the plan. “Every corner of the docks needs to be covered,” Alejandro said, his voice sharp. “I don’t want a single rat slipping through. If Valentina thinks she can ambush us, she’s sorely mistaken.” Aria lingered by the doorway, her chest tight as she watched him take control. He was commanding, fierce, every inch the cartel leader she’d come to know. But beneath the authority, she sensed the storm brewing within him. Juan caught her eye and gave her a small nod, motioning for her to join them. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. “You’ll be staying here, Aria,” Alejandro said firmly, his gaze locking onto hers. “It’s too dangerous.” Her li