Semua Bab The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin: Bab 91 - Bab 100

“I watched Elizabeth shoot Brinda. I watched her…” Marshall’s voice cracked. “All I did was a facade, man. I couldn't have killed Brinda. I can't. It's all because of her that Brinda is missing today.”His eyes shimmered—not with tears, but with something deeper. A hollow sadness. A guilt that clung like smoke to his lungs.Scar exhaled, arms folded. “Your obsession with Brinda might lead to your destruction.”Marshall’s lips curled into a smirk—maddened, broken. “Let it destroy me. I don't care.” He dropped to his knees like a ruined priest before a shrine. “I thought you accepted Alice.”Scar tilted his head. “Didn’t you say…”“Don't you know?” Marshall interrupted. “A mafia only gives his heart once.” He lifted his head and met Scar’s eyes. “And I gave mine to Brinda. She’s hurt me. Over and over. But I still can’t see her existence snuffed out. I'd rather chain her, hide her from the world, bathe her, feed her… I don’t need her love.

Brinda“You were born in Orlando, Florida. Your biological parents were Mr. and Mrs. Fisher. You were their only child at the time, but… but Elizabeth set your father up. He was working with Ronald back then, and she twisted everything. She poured fuel on an already burning fire—manipulated Ronald into believing that your father had betrayed him. And since the Santinis and the Dante family were allies at the time, the Santinis wouldn't let betrayal slide.”My voice trembled, but I pushed through, forcing the storm out of me.“In a fit of rage, Alessia’s father—the leader of the Santini family—murdered both your biological parents. Mr. and Mrs. Fisher. You were just a baby, Francesco. Ronald couldn’t bring himself to leave you to fate, so he pleaded with Elizabeth to take care of you since they had no child of their own. But that was a lie too.”I saw confusion harden into pain in Francesco’s eyes.“They could have had a child. But Elizabeth wa

Brinda “When I woke up, I didn’t find him in the room with me,” I said quietly, helping Valerie pick up a few items as she prepared breakfast. “But where could he have gone? I’m worried.” She faced me, stirring the food on the stove, worry etched in her features. “Richard left early to the farm. I can’t go over there to look for him.” “He couldn’t have gone far. He’ll be back.” I replied, my voice colder than I intended. I wasn’t sure why I sounded so unconcerned—maybe I just didn’t care anymore. “What? How can you be this unbothered? You woke up and didn’t find him, yet you—” She paused, and then it hit her. “Did you two have a fight?” “A fight? Why would we?” I tried to brush it off, but something was breaking inside me. “Maybe… maybe he went out to get me a surprise.” I smiled weakly, trying to mask the lie. “I’ll go to the farm to find Richard and ask him to look for Francesco,” Valerie said, almost washing her hands to leave. “I’ll go instead,” I said, blocking her f

“Why is he calling?” Elizabeth muttered, her breath catching in her throat. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, anxiety clinging to her like a second skin.She ended the call with a swift tap, sliding toward the edge of the bed, every nerve in her body tightening.But then the phone vibrated again—violent, insistent, startling her.She considered switching it off. But no. That would only make him more persistent. And if Dominic found out… God, if Dominic even suspected…Sliding off the bed with barely contained panic, she padded quickly to the window. The night outside was still and deceptive. She pressed the phone to her ear and hissed, “Why the hell are you calling repeatedly? What if I get caught?”“Relax,” a voice replied—smooth, cool, and laced with amusement. “I’m bored. This place is dead, Elizabeth. I'm craving your presence. If I can’t buy time with your permission, maybe I can just drop in. Shall I?”Elizabeth’s breath hit

“Fire!!!”Brinda’s voice cracked through the night like thunder, raw with rage and desperation. The violent staccato of gunfire followed instantly, bullets erupting into the air and slicing through the heavy silence like blades. Her men opened fire with fierce intensity, their rifles aimed at the black bulletproof car stationed ahead.Elizabeth flinched at the sound. “Move, damn you!” she hissed, slapping the back of her driver’s head. He didn’t respond. He didn’t even flinch. She reached forward again with trembling hands, only to find his body limp—eyes wide open, mouth ajar.He was gone. Dead.A cold shiver coursed through her spine, and she clenched her fists, jaw grinding. Before she could react, a second wave of gunfire cracked behind her—this time targeting Brinda’s men. Two of them dropped instantly, their bodies thudding against the pavement.Chaos ensued. Elizabeth’s loyal men emerged from the shadows with merciless precision, c