Alle Kapitel von Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The morning sunlight of Neophile City crept in through the gap of the secret apartment's window curtains, reflecting a golden glow on top of the clean wooden floor. After a night full of tension and exhausting emotions in bed, Helga was the first to wake up. A faint soreness still spread through her right shoulder wrapped in a new bandage, but her natural instinct refused to keep idling behind the thick blanket.The girl got up, putting on whatever clothes were left in the room, then stepped toward the apartment's mini kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, finding some simple food ingredients that seemed to have been intentionally prepared by Zean's logistics team for an emergency situation. With efficient, tactical movements, Helga began to ignite the stove, beat a few eggs, and toast several slices of bread. The sizzling sound of butter on top of the pan became the only noise breaking the silence of that morning.Helga was turning the toast when a pair of sturdy and warm arms sudden

The large iron door in the corner of the west corridor opened with a heavy thud, allowing the cold morning mist of Neophile City to break in and sweep across Helga's face. Behind that door lay an isolated backyard area surrounded by six-meter-high concrete walls, complete with live electric barbed wire at the top. The place was not a lush flower garden, but rather a private tactical shooting range, complete with a row of human silhouette targets made of steel lined up at the end of the area.Zizie Wilder walked across the field with graceful yet solid strides. Her black velvet gown swept the cement floor, creating a strange contrast in this place filled with the scent of weapon lubricant and burnt gunpowder."Note this in your head, Helga," Zizie said without turning her body around. "Inside the Wilder family, name is everything. If you cannot defend your own name, others will step on you. Elzio, my big-mouthed eldest son in the hall earlier, is just one example of the many wolves in

The main dining hall of the Wilder mansion that night looked like a theater of luxury built upon a foundation of blood. A long table made of ancient teak wood draped in an ivory white silk tablecloth stretched across the center of the room, presenting high-class dishes that glittered under the glow of the crystal chandelier. Yet to Helga, this room was no different from a gladiator arena in the darkest corner of Neophile City.Helga stepped down the marble staircase with her back perfectly straight. The black leather pants wrapping her long legs, combined with the ivory white shirt featuring an asymmetrical cut and the sharp-structured blazer, made her stand out among the upper faction women who that night uniformly wore luxurious evening gowns studded with gemstones. Her long black hair, left to fall straight, moved rhythmically with her steady strides.She had to face this night alone. Zean was still held up at the central headquarters to interrogate his father, leaving Helga as fre

The remnants of the storm of passion that burned through the master bedroom slowly evaporated, leaving behind a peaceful silence under the dim moonlight of Neophile City. On top of the large bed covered in black silk, there was no longer any barrier or jealousy remaining. There were only two heartbeats now pulsing in a synchronized rhythm, slowly subsiding after those intense biological demands were fully met. Helga lay on her side with her head resting comfortably on top of Zean's bare, broad chest. Their bare skin, without a single thread, touched each other, channeling a pure warmth that stood in stark contrast to the coldness of the Wilder mansion's gothic stone walls. A thick charcoal-colored blanket covered both of their bodies up to their chests, hiding the curves of Helga's body as well as the medical bandage on her right shoulder which, fortunately, did not tear again during the hot struggle earlier. Zean's long fingers moved slowly

The morning air in Neophile City had never felt this thick. The heavy mist that usually enveloped the exclusive hills of the Wilder territory seemed to blend with the boiling atmosphere of tension from the lower district. Inside the spacious master bedroom, Helga woke up with the warmth slowly fading from her side. The bed next to her was already empty, leaving behind messy and crumpled black silk sheets, a silent testament to the storm of sexual passion that had burned through every corner of the room until just before dawn.Helga sat up slowly, pulling the thick charcoal-colored blanket to cover her bare body, which still felt a bit fatigued. Her small fingers moved reflexively to feel her neck. The silver box pendant was still hanging safely there, feeling cold against her skin. The ancient metal gleamed faintly, storing the secret of the genetic code and coordinates of the forbidden laboratory unknown to anyone in this underworld, including the Wilder dynasty that was c