Alle Kapitel von Becoming a Substitute Wife for a Cold Mafia : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 37

Zean's departure with the central faction elite team left a different kind of silence inside the Wilder main mansion. The tactical hall, which a few hours ago was filled with tension, now felt empty, leaving only the dim glow from the holographic screen that still displayed the standby points at the outer perimeter. To Helga, this silence was not a sign of peace, but rather a lull before the next storm hit Neophile City.Helga stepped away from the hall, walking down the long corridor toward the center room in accordance with Zizie Wilder's previous message. Her carbon fiber tactical pants and leather boots tapped against the marble floor with a constant rhythm. Whenever she passed a large glass window overlooking the valley, she could see the searchlights from the enemy blockades at the foot of the hill far below. Sebastian Norwich might have succeeded in locking down the outer logistics routes, but the gothic walls of the Wilder fortress still stood tall, refusing to flinch.As Helg

The first morning sun in Neophile City rose with a deep, purplish-red hue, piercing through the thick mist that enveloped the main fortress of the Wilder dynasty. Inside the mansion's underground tactical room, the atmosphere was silent yet laden with high concentration. Helga stood tall in front of a giant digital projection table, intently observing the thermal map of the southern faction's movements, which had just been updated by Zizie's intelligence system.Helga was still wearing her carbon fiber tactical attire, with a black leather jacket fitting snugly around her sturdy frame. Her long black hair, tied back in a ponytail, swayed slightly as she leaned her body forward, analyzing the new coordinate points in South Neophile. Her stubborn nature blended perfectly with her strong mental firmness; she hadn't closed her eyes all night, choosing to train her tactical instincts under the direct guidance of the matriarch rather than staying idle on the black silk bed of the master bed

The echoes of the storm of passion inside the master bedroom gradually subsided, replaced by a tactical silence that once again reclaimed the consciousness of the two human beings on the king-size bed covered in black silk blankets. Helga lay flat with her breathing gradually stabilizing, allowing her silk bathrobe, which was now half-open, to expose her skin flushed from Zean's possessiveness.Beside her, Zean propped himself up on one elbow, staring at Helga with a thick flash of dominance before his large fingers moved to brush away the strands of her long black hair clinging to her temples."You must stay here until afternoon," Zean said, his voice hoarse and commanding, leaving a lingering trace of masculine authority after their struggle. "I will take the central faction team to entirely sweep the remaining Sebastian loyalists in the Northern Sector. Don't let that stubborn nature of yours bring you outside the mansion's inner perimeter, Helga. Understood?"Helga looked up, star

The three gray silhouettes from Eleanor Novalie's secret third faction troops infiltrated the room with terrifying precision. Inside the thick darkness, the infrared sensors on their tactical helmets swept across every corner of the minimalist space, searching for a three-dimensional sign of the target's presence.However, what they did not know was that Helga Novalie had completely merged with the darkness behind the white marble pillar near the black leather sofa.The atmosphere inside Zean Wilder's private bedroom instantly transformed into a pure battlefield. The air that just last night was filled with thick biological passion was now abruptly packed with the smell of gunpowder and a heavy murderous intent. Helga’s stubborn nature blended with her iron mental firmness; she refused to allow her bed to be defiled by these Southern Sector lackeys.The moment the lead intruder stepped past the boundary of the black fur rug, Helga did not waste a single second.Two consecutive shots f