Semua Bab MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The next morning, Aelia groggily opened her eyes searching for her phone as usual but the empty space irked her and she jolted awake to discover a strange surrounding, her first instinct was to find her purse but a sharp headache halted her movement. With hands to her head she sluggishly reached for her purse and grabbed her phone. “Owww I feel like shit, I shouldn’t have drank so much—ah!”The fog in her eyes cleared. “What? Thirty missed calls?!” A second later and the memories of last night came crashing in, mixed with the splitting headaches. Aelia’s first thought was to glance at herself. A ripple of gasp leaked from her mouth. “It wasn’t a dream, Pedro—Pedro really… he really! Oh my gosh!” Her crash out was interrupted by a continuous buzzing sound. Messages from Mike, Darcy even her workplace groups were flooding in but that wasn’t the shocker. A message from Sola stole her attention. Two words ( “Come home.”)Then suddenly, a ton of messages from her trucked in. (“Whe

Darcy stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, trying to keep her face neutral despite the fact that Adrian was sitting there shirtless, sheets hanging dangerously low on his hips. His brown hair was tousled from sleep, his emerald eyes gleaming with amusement as he stretched, completely unbothered.“You took advantage of me last night,” he repeated smoothly, running a hand through his messy hair.Darcy nearly choked. “What?”Adrian sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I knew you had a wild side, but I didn’t think you’d go that far.”Darcy’s stomach flipped. The worst part? She had no idea if he was lying. She barely remembered anything. The alcohol had wiped out most of her night, leaving her with nothing but fragmented memories and a pounding headache.But there was no way she was admitting that.“You’re full of shit,” she shot back, shifting her weight onto one foot.Adrian just smirked, leaning back against the headboard like a king on his throne. “Oh? So you do remember?”

The Moretti estate was a palace of indulgence, gilded in opulence and teeming with people too rich to care about anything but their own amusement. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne, but Aelia barely registered any of it.She was late.And from the way eyes flickered toward her, from the way the conversations momentarily hushed before resuming with a sharper edge…people had noticed.Valeria stood at the base of the grand staircase, draped in an emerald gown that was designed to command attention. She held a champagne flute loosely in one hand, though the way her fingers tapped against the crystal suggested impatience.Aelia barely had time to brace herself before Valeria’s voice, smooth as silk but laced with thorns, cut through the air.“Well, well,” Valeria murmured, tilting her head with slow amusement. “Look who finally decided to show up. You took your time, didn’t you?”Aelia smirked, stepping forward with the ease of someone who wasn’t rattled e

Derrick picked up pace behind Louisa. The tension between them had always been there, silent, unseen by others, but thick enough to choke on.Derrick had spent years perfecting the art of pretending. Pretending that she didn’t exist, pretending that she didn’t affect him. But tonight, Louisa was making it impossible.She stood before him in that sleek black dress, her hair cascading over one shoulder, lips painted the same deep red that used to stain his neck. And that damn necklace, the very one he had given her years ago still clung to her throat like a ghost of their past.He should’ve ignored it, should’ve walked away. But the way she tilted her head, the way her sharp gaze dared him to acknowledge what they were, what they had been…it shattered something in him.“That necklace,” Derrick finally spoke after tailing her to a much secluded spot, his voice low, rough. “You still wear it.”Louisa’s fingers brushed over the pendant absentmindedly, but her expression didn’t waver. “So

The announcement of the dance echoed through the grand hall, and Aelia barely had time to react before Cassius stepped forward, extending his hand.“Dance with me,” he said, his voice smooth yet firm, leaving no room for refusal.Aelia hesitated, but Jamie’s relentless gaze from across the room solidified her decision. Without a word, she took Cassius’s hand, allowing him to lead her toward the dance floor.The moment their hands touched, a ripple of murmurs coursed through the crowd. The sight of the elusive Cassius De Luca, a man known for avoiding public spectacles, willingly guiding a woman into a dance was enough to draw attention.But Aelia barely paid it any mind.What she did notice, however, was Pedro’s reaction.She felt his stare before she even saw it, an oppressive weight against her spine. When she glanced in his direction, it was to find him standing rigid, his expression dark as he barely acknowledged the man speaking to him, a man who had been showering him with prais