Semua Bab TRAPPED IN MY MAFIA HUSBAND'S FATAL REPLAY: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The moment I stepped into Kael’s study, I knew something was wrong. The air was thick with tension, his posture rigid as he stood by the window, his fingers drumming against the glass. He hadn’t spoken a word since I entered, and that silence was more terrifying than his usual cold remarks.“They intercepted the shipment.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Just like you said they would.”A knot tightened in my stomach. I had warned him, hours before it happened. I had told him the exact time, the exact location, even the men Austin would send. But I had never explained how I knew.Kael turned to me slowly, his piercing gaze pinning me in place. “You want to tell me how the hell you knew that, Athena?”I swallowed, keeping my expression neutral. “I pay attention.”His brow lifted, unimpressed. “Try again.”I exhaled through my nose, knowing I had to be careful. Kael was too smart, too perceptive. If I gave him any reason to dig deeper, he would. And I wasn’t ready for that.“I lived in Au

The nightmare came like a storm—violent, suffocating, inevitable.I was falling. Again.The rooftop blurred around me, the cold night air slicing through my skin as my body plummeted. Austin’s voice rang in my ears, his laughter twisting into something monstrous. Then—Bang.The gunshot.Pain exploded in my chest, scorching hot and merciless. The world spun, and darkness swallowed me whole.I woke up gasping, my fingers clutching the sheets as if I were still searching for something to hold onto. My heart slammed against my ribs, my skin damp with sweat. The room was too quiet, the air too thick.And then—“Athena.”I flinched at the deep, rough voice breaking through the silence.Kael was standing near the edge of the bed, watching me. Even in the dim light, I could see the sharp lines of his face, the way his gaze lingered on me—searching, calculating.I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths, trying to push the panic down. "What are you doing here?" My voice came out steadier t

Athena's POVThe deeper I sank into this world, the more I realized how dangerously thin the line was between control and chaos.I had always thought that surviving my past life meant escaping Austin and the Wilder Cartel. I never imagined that the real key to my survival lay in understanding the very world I had once feared. But knowledge is a weapon, and in this second chance, I wielded it with precision.I wasn’t a criminal in my past life. I had no ties to the mafia, no direct involvement in Kael’s operations. But being Austin’s wife had put me close enough to see, to hear, to understand things that an outsider never should.Austin was reckless, always bringing his business home—phone calls made in the middle of the night, meetings held in our own living room. He thought I wasn’t paying attention. But I was.I remembered the names whispered in the dark, the locations of arms deals, the alliances and betrayals that shaped the underworld. I learned by listening, by observing the pat

Athena’s POVThe tension between Kael and me had been simmering for days, a dangerous game of push and pull where neither of us was willing to yield. He wanted answers—about my knowledge, my instincts, my seemingly impossible ability to predict the enemy’s moves.But I wasn’t ready to give him those answers.Not yet.And definitely not when we were currently being shot at.The sudden ambush had forced us into an abandoned building, the scent of dust and gunpowder thick in the air. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, gripping the gun Kael had shoved into my hands.“Stay close,” he commanded, his voice low but firm.I exhaled sharply. “Not exactly planning to take a stroll, amore.”His eyes flickered toward me at the endearment, something unreadable passing through his gaze before he focused ahead. The footsteps of our pursuers echoed through the empty hallways.We were running out of time.Kael moved first, swift and lethal, takiqng down two men before they even had a chance

Athena’s POVI stood near the entrance of The Raven’s Nest, the underground club where Kael often conducted business, my fingers tightening around my clutch. Tonight was crucial. This was the moment Kael would confirm that Viktor Petrov was the traitor I claimed him to be.The club was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and cigar smoke. From my position, I could see Kael seated at the VIP lounge, a glass of bourbon in hand, his expression unreadable. Across from him sat Petrov, relaxed, confident—completely unaware that he was walking straight into a trap.Zane stood by Kael’s side, his sharp gaze flickering toward me for the briefest moment before returning to the meeting. He was still suspicious of me, still questioning how I knew things I shouldn’t. But that didn’t matter right now.I inhaled slowly as Kael leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. “I’m expecting a smooth arms shipment next week. You assured me there’d be no interference, da?”Petrov nodded, swirling