All Chapters of The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rafael’s POVI left the party before anyone else could stop me, didn’t wait for the last toast or fake congratulations. I couldn’t breathe in there. The air was heavy with perfume and power and damn lies. I needed to see her and needed to see her face her eyes and the storm she was hiding from everyone but me.My driver didn’t ask questions and I didn’t offer answers. The mansion came into view quickly, all sharp corners and silence. I didn’t go to my room and didn’t even check the time. I headed straight to her wing in the estate.Adriana’s room was empty and my chest tightened instantly but I knew where else she’d be. I turned to Isabella’s room.She wasn’t sleeping beside our daughter. She was just… lying there with her eyes open awake and too still, like her soul was somewhere else. I stepped in without a word and reached for her gathering her into my arms. She didn’t protest and didn’t speak. She just let me carry her like something inside her had finally cracked and left her ho

Adriana’s POVThe music was loud and toooo loud. People were laughing and clinking glasses and swirling champagne like this was the celebration of the century but my head was somewhere else. I stood near one of the tall glass doors half inside the party and half out of it with a drink in my hand I hadn’t even touched. My eyes scanned the room like I was looking for someone but I wasn’t. Not really. I was just stuck in my own fucking head. Because all I could think about was Adriana and Isabella.No matter how much I tried to focus on the conversations, on smiles, on pretending to give a shit and I couldn’t stop replaying that moment from earlier. Her face followed by her silence. The way she avoided my eyes when Isabella kissed my cheek. That tiny twitch in her jaw. That flash of panic she tried to hide like it didn’t matter.But it did because it was all too strange., like too fucking strange. That little girl named Isabella! She looked at me like she knew me. Like she was used to

Adriana’s POVI sat down in front of him dragging the wooden chair backward with a screech that made my teeth grit. The living room was so still that the sound felt like it echoed. He was seated on the armrest of the couch with his elbows braced on his knees and face hanging low like the weight of the world was tied to his neck.He didn’t say anything for a while Just kept staring at the floor and I kept staring at him. I was tired. Not physically no. Emotionally mentally and spiritually. Tired of secrets. Tired of men with half truths and eyes that couldn’t look directly into mine. Tired of being yanked around like my life wasn’t even mine to begin with.So I waited. Eventually he exhaled like someone squeezing the last breath from his chest and slowly lifted his head. His eyes met mine and they weren’t filled with fear exactly. Just hesitation. Like he was about to say something that would permanently change the direction of everything.And then he said it.“I’m your brother.” He bl

Adriana’s POVAfter Rafael left that night the silence wrapped around me again like a cold blanket I couldn't shake off. I sat still for a long time. My body was still warm from where he’d touched me but my mind was a battlefield. My thoughts were chaotic and wild and running over each other with no pattern or no sense. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream or sleep for a week. I felt too much and yet nothing at the same time. And in the stillness that followed his absence, my past came creeping back like a shadow I hadn’t invited but could never shake.I stood slowly dragging my feet to the kitchen while pretending like I needed water but I knew I wouldn’t drink it. I just needed something to do with my hands. Something to ground me while my heart thudded and my stomach twisted. But even that didn’t work. The moment I leaned against the counter, I slid down to the floor my knees pulled to my chest and I buried my face in them. I don’t know how long I stayed like that but memo

Adriana’s POVI didn’t sleep not even a second. I laid on the couch wirj arms wrapped around a cushion that didn’t smell like anything but clean fabric and detergent. My eyes kept tracing the cracks on the ceiling like they might rearrange themselves into some kind of answer. I wasn’t waiting for slee though, was waiting for a sign. For something to make this feel less like a mistake. Every now and then I glanced at the door, where all our bags sat lined up like little soldiers ready for orders. I hadn’t unpacked because I didn’t dare to make another comfort. The idea of staying long enough to fold things into drawers felt dangerous. Like false hope and betrayal at the same time. My chest felt like it was stuffed with rocks and my brain was too full of memories to think clearly. All I could do was wait for Isabella to wake up and for Nathan to show up.When I finally heard the soft rustling down the hall and the tiny yawn I knew by hear I sat up slowly wiping the sleep I didn’t ge