Semua Bab Beyond the velvet curtain - The mafia Lord rule: Bab 21 - Bab 27

Aurora's pov The car ride back from the factory was silent, except for the hum of the engine. My fingers gripped the edge of the seat so hard they ached. I could still smell the blood. See it splattered across the concrete like some grotesque painting. Logan didn’t seem fazed not even a twitch of guilt in his face. He sat like a king on his throne, eyes fixed on the road, one hand resting casually on the wheel as if he hadn’t just executed a man in cold blood. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why?” I said, my voice barely a whisper. His eyes flicked toward me. “Why what?” “Why do you keep bringing me to… places like this?” I snapped, louder this time. “Why do you drag me into your hell? Do you enjoy watching me squirm?” For a second, I thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, slowly, that dangerous smirk curved his lips. “I want you to get used to it,” he said simply. “Get used to… killing? Torture? Blood on the floor?” My voice cracked. “Get used to me,” he replied, his tone sharp

Aurora’s POVHis breath was everywhere. On my skin. In my ears. Wrapping around me like a chain I couldn’t break. Steam curled between us, fogging the mirrors, making the room feel smaller, hotter, like the air itself was conspiring against me.Logan’s hand traced down my arm slowly, deliberately, igniting every nerve like wildfire.“Stop trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my bones. “You wanted to know why I bring you to dark places, why I keep you close… It’s because this world will eat you alive if you don’t belong to someone stronger. And you, Aurora…” His fingers tilted my chin upward, his piercing gaze locking on mine. “You belong to me.”My breath hitched when his lips grazed my temple. A soft kiss, then another, trailing down to my jaw. My heart thundered, traitorous and loud, as heat surged through me like molten metal. I wanted to push him away, scream at him but my body betrayed me. Every inch burned for him, the scent of his cologne making

Aurora’s POVThe first day she moved in, I told myself I could handle it. That I could stay calm, act mature, ignore her games. But Diva wasn’t just a storm, she was a hurricane dressed in silk, tearing apart every piece of peace I had left in this gilded cage.It started small. Smiles that didn’t touch her eyes, compliments that stung like poison.“Oh, Aurora,” she’d say sweetly whenever Logan was around, her voice dripping with honey. “You’re so… simple. It’s refreshing, really.”Simple. Refreshing. Like a cheap glass of water next to her expensive wine. Logan never reacted, never corrected her. His expression gave nothing away. And that silence? It burned worse than her words.But when he left the house, her mask slipped.“You’re really not his type, you know,” she said one morning, blocking the doorway to the dining room like a queen guarding her throne. “You should stay in your room. No need to embarrass yourself at breakfast.”I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug crescents i