The Vengeful Mafia Kings’ Property のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Rafael’s POVI didn’t even wait to process what Anthony said. The second the words left his mouth and I was already out the door with keys clenched in one hand and the DNA test result still balled up in the other. It fluttered uselessly in the wind like it meant nothing now. My driver barely managed to keep up as I stormed into the SUV and slammed the door shut my voice low but urgent as I ordered him. “Drive. Now.” My heart pounded so violently I could hear it in my ears and yet my brain refused to catch up. It couldn’t be them. Not Adrianna and not my daughter Isabella. Not after everything we have went through. Not when I just found out the truth after six fucking years. It was like the universe gave me the final piece to the puzzle only to smash the entire board to pieces before I could even blink.By the time we reached the townhouse, the street was cordoned off with yellow tape and a thick smoky haze still hanging in the air like the aftermath of a nightmare. Emergency lights

Adrianna’s POVI didn’t think I could feel more lost than I already had but apparently life had other plans. Russia felt like a snow globe someone forgot to stop shaking. The silence here was different because it wasn’t comforting like the kind I had sometimes felt when Isabella fell asleep in my arms after a long day. No. This silence pressed into my bones. It followed me from room to room and filled in the gaps in my thoughts and the spaces where once Rafael’s voice echoed or Isabella’s giggles rang. It followed me in the early mornings when frost is on the window panes and it haunted me late at night when all I could do was lay still and stare at the cracked ceiling.I think it’s also bringing out the writer in me because why the hell am I thinking like a poet that I used to be? I was reminded of the many ones I’ve written for my mother and Rafael and even Lily at some point. I hadn’t told Nathan about the pregnancy yet. He’d given me enough money to last for a while and handed o

Adrianna’s POVI was moving with life the best way I knew how. Which wasn’t saying much to be honest. It wasn’t about thriving or flourishing or suddenly turning into some serene goddess who’s completely healed from all the weight of betrayal and abandonment and heartbreak and confusion. No. It was more like breathing through a cracked window in a stuffy room. It was survivin and also existing one day at a time.I kept my head down and took care of my body even when my soul felt like it had holes in it. I ate when I could and I didn’t look at the clock too often anymore and I stopped trying to reach for answers in the places I knew they weren’t coming from. Nathan hadn’t called or even drop a message. I didn’t turn the TV on either. I just couldn’t do it because every news anchor’s voice made my skin crawl now. I was scared of what I’d hear. Scared of seeing a wedding announcement and scared of seeing a fire again. Scared of anything that would confirm the thoughts I’d been too weak

Rafael’s POVThe cemetery was almost empty save for a few forgotten flower stems and the sound of crows croaking in the distance. I stood at the edge of the graveyard with my hands buried deep in the pockets of my coat watching the fog crawl along the cracked pathways. The cold didn’t bother me anymore. Hell I even welcomed it. Maybe if I stood here long enough, it would seep into my bones and freeze whatever was left of me. Whatever piece of me had survived the fire. The tombstones sat like broken teeth all crooked and gray and tired.And then I saw them. The two identical black marble slabs. No flowers and no framed photos and no fucking candles because I couldn’t bear it.My steps were slow at first each one dragging like a weight was chained to my ankles. My chest hurt and it was thw kind of pain I hadn’t known existed like someone had scooped out my heart with a rusted spoon and left a hollow cavity that whistled every time I breathed.Adrianna Moretti.Beloved Daughter. Good Mo

Third Person POVShe stood at the edge of the old estate hidden by the arms of a dying tree. The wind howled around her brushing against her cloak as if trying to pull her back snd to stop her from seeing what she already knew too deeply and too bitterly. But Queen Amaris remained still like a stone amongst the world. Her eyes were sharp and grey like a storm, never left the man walking across the gravel courtyard below. Her last son and flesh. Rafael.He moved like a shadow cut from the body of rage itself all sharp and lethal and cold. Each step he took was heavy like he was dragging the weight of a hundred ghosts with him. Amaris watched the way his hands curled unconsciously into fists and his shoulders held tight as if he were keeping his fury caged beneath his skin. He was no longer the curious boy she had given away in quiet pain. No longer the bruised teenager she had tracked through the files of the Brotherhood watching helplessly as he was shaped into steel by a world tha