All Chapters of Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

Elizabeth’s POVThe first time I pressed the panic button in the elevator, I wasn’t panicking. I was just curious how long it would take for them to get to me.I counted slowly and when it got to none seconds, I got my answer.Eight men came charging into the hallway, guns drawn. One of them even barked my name like I was under attack.But I wasn’t.I just needed proof. Proof that this place had stopped being a house a long time ago.Now, it was a cage. Pretty curtains didn’t hide the bars. I wasn't locked up. I was free but I was sick and tired of staying put in this house.I didn’t bother apologizing. I just walked past the guards and headed toward the basement. Their footsteps followed, but I didn’t look back. I kept walking, down the staircase, past the secured corridor with fingerprint locks, straight to the cell where Corinth was held.She sat on the floor like a dead person with her head leaned back against the wall.Somehow I felt pity for her, but I was still mad she had trie

Adam’s POVThe estate was too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you hold your breath, waiting for something to break the silence.But beneath the polished marble floors and high ceilings, a battle was happening. A battle I’d started long before Corinth ever stepped inside these walls.I sat in the security room, staring at the bank of screens in front of me.Each screen showed different parts of the estate, but my eyes were locked on one: the dark figure slipping through the maze of halls and corridors.It was Corinth the traitor who thought she could outsmart me.She moved like a shadow, fast and careful, but I could tell she was scared.Her every step showed it fear clinging to her like a heavy cloak she couldn’t shake off. I allowed myself a small smile.She was smart, quick, and maybe even a little lucky but not lucky enough.Without looking away, I gave an order. “Keep the cameras looping, Raphael. Drop the motion sensors in Zone Three by twenty percent. Let her think she’s fre

Adam’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me, sealing the cold basement room in silence. Only the low, steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead remained a harsh white glow that made every detail look uglier than it was.Corinth sat bound to the iron chair at the center of the room. Heavy leather straps wrapped her wrists and ankles.Her hair hung in damp strands across her face, sticking to the bruises already forming there. Blood had dried on her lip. One eye was swelling shut.She was trying to hold herself upright, but her shoulders were slumped. She trembled in the cold, half-naked under the ripped remnants of her blouse.I stopped two feet in front of her.Raphael stood in the corner, arms crossed, eyes watching both of us.“Leave us,” I said softly.Raphael gave a short nod and walked out, closing the heavy steel door behind him with a final metallic thud.Silence.I could hear her breathing short, sharp, ragged.“Look at me,” I said.She didn’t move at first.I reached out,