Todos los capítulos de Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Nikolai’s POVSix months into marriage and Adrian still surprised me. Like now, walking into our bedroom to find him on the phone speaking rapid Italian, pacing in nothing but my shirt.“No, tell them the shipment gets inspected before payment. I don’t care what—” He spotted me, held up one finger. “Si, exactly. Call me when it’s confirmed.”He tossed the phone on the bed, ran a hand through his hair. The shirt rode up, showing bare thighs that made my brain short-circuit.“Problem?” I asked.“Nothing I can’t handle. Rome office tried to skip protocol again.” He noticed where I was staring. “See something you like?”“Very much.” I crossed to him, hands settling on his waist. “You’re wearing my shirt.”“Yours was closer.” His arms looped around my neck. “Problem?”“Opposite of problem.” I kissed his jaw, his neck, the spot behind his ear that made him shiver. “But we have Gabriel’s dinner in an hour.”“So we have an hour.” His fingers worked my tie loose. “Plenty of time.”“For what you

# Chapter 201 – Nikolai’s POVVivian’s trial verdict came down on a Tuesday morning. Guilty on all counts. Forty years minimum. The courtroom erupted in chaos while I sat beside Adrian, watching the woman who’d tried to destroy us get dragged away screaming.“It’s really over,” Adrian said in the parking garage after.“This part is.” I unlocked the car. “Still got Vivian’s appeals, Marcus’s trial next month, Derek’s recovery.”“Always something.” But he smiled, sliding into the passenger seat. “At least the big threats are gone.”My phone rang as I started the engine. Unknown number. Against my better judgment, I answered.“Congratulations on the verdict.” A woman’s voice, smooth and cultured. “Though I’m afraid your celebration might be premature.”“Who is this?”“Someone with information you need. Meet me at Café Laurence in twenty minutes. Come alone.” She hung up.I stared at the phone. Adrian watched my face, reading trouble there.“What now?”“Someone wants to meet. Café Laurenc

Adrian’s Pov I ran down the marble staircase, my feet barely touching each step as Nikolai’s confession echoed in my mind like a broken record. *I tried to kill her, Adrian.* The words chased me through the hallways of the Mancini mansion, bouncing off the expensive artwork and crystal chandeliers that suddenly felt like prison bars closing in around me.My chest burned with each ragged breath, but I couldn’t stop moving. If I stopped, if I let myself think about what I’d just learned, I might collapse entirely. Instead, I channeled all my pain and rage into pure momentum, racing toward the main living area where I knew the family would be gathering for their evening routines.“Gabriel!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking with desperation. “Isabelle! Liliana! Get out here now!”The sound echoed through the mansion like a war cry. I could hear doors opening, footsteps hurrying down corridors, the rustle of fabric and whispered concerns. But I didn’t care about discre

Adrian Pov The neon lights of Club Pink blurred into streaks of electric blue and magenta as I stumbled through the crowded entrance, my head still spinning from Leonardo’s revelations. The bass from the sound system pounded through the floor and up into my chest, each beat matching the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. I needed to disappear, to drown out the competing voices in my head that kept replaying two different versions of my mother’s death.*She was a spy who abandoned you.* *She died protecting you.* *She loved Leonardo.* *She was loyal to Liliana.*The contradictions circled in my mind like vultures, picking apart every certainty I’d ever held about my identity, my family, my place in this world of blood and betrayal. I pushed through the sweating bodies on the dance floor, ignoring the curious looks from people who recognized me. The last thing I needed was to end up in tomorrow’s gossip columns, but I was beyond caring about appearances.The bartender at Club Pink knew me

Adrian Pov The boardroom at K Entertainment buzzed with nervous energy as I walked through the double doors, Diego at my side carrying a leather briefcase that contained the documents that would change everything. The morning sun streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table where twelve board members sat in their expensive suits, trying to look important while secretly wondering why Nikolai Mancini had called an emergency meeting.At the head of the table sat Mattis Quinn, looking every inch the successful media mogul in his tailored Armani suit and gold watch that probably cost more than most people’s cars. His dark hair was slicked back with expensive pomade, and his smile had the practiced charm of someone who’d built a career on manipulation and carefully crafted lies.The irony wasn’t lost on me. Here was a man who’d stolen from my family, who’d used his position at K Entertainment to wage a media war against everything I’d b