Lahat ng Kabanata ng In the arms of My mafia Ex: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Rage consumed me.Lily wasn’t at the mansion.“How can you all be this useless?” I snapped, eyes on the open gate and the empty spot in the garage where her car should’ve been. “What the hell are you doing here? Playing cards while people come and go as they please?”“I’m sorry, sir…” the guard tried to explain, too afraid to meet my eyes.“Shove your apologies somewhere else,” I growled. “If Lily could leave without you noticing, anyone could’ve walked in. I don’t work with incompetents.”I jumped into the car and sped off, tires screeching on the wet asphalt.It was just past 4 a.m. The city was still asleep, but the chaos inside me didn’t care what time it was.I took a deep breath, trying not to explode again, driving 60 km/h down the empty streets. But the truth was, I was barely holding it together.I shouldn’t have told her about Bianca.I knew Lily was fragile, and still… I’d been an idiot.I grabbed my phone and dialed Luigi’s number. He picked up on the second ring.“Is Lily

Lily MontgomeryI tossed and turned all night. I didn’t feel safe—not in that house, not in that world, not with those people.Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about everything that was happening. I could try to come up with an escape plan, maybe find a place where no one could find me. But first, I needed money.This marriage was just the beginning of my downfall.After that cursed breakfast, I opened the bedroom door and locked myself inside for the rest of the day, writing. I didn’t want to see anyone—especially not Matteo. How dare he bring the woman carrying his child just to provoke me?I hated him.The smell of coffee and cake from downstairs filled the entire house, making my mouth water. I slipped on my slippers and decided to leave the room.As I walked down the hallway, a white door caught my attention.It was always locked, but this time, someone had forgotten it slightly ajar.Matteo had warned me not to meddle in his affairs, but I didn’t care. He didn

Lily MontgomeryWaking up in Matteo's arms felt like a dream — or a nightmare. I still didn’t know how to tell the difference.I tried to get up quietly to find my clothes, but it was no use. I felt his arm pull me back."Where are you going?" he murmured, his voice still tangled in sleep. "It’s still early.""I… I just don’t know if this is right. Everything’s so complicated, Matteo." I stared at the white blinds covering the window."You know I care about you, Lily. This marriage doesn’t have to be a lie… not if you don’t want it to be.""I have to go." I sighed, picking up my clothes from the floor.He looked at me but didn’t show any emotion. After last night, I was afraid to get close, afraid to fall... because deep down, I had always loved him."I have some things to sort out with Paolo, but at eight, I’ll be waiting for you at the shooting range downstairs."My eyes widened."Shooting range?""You need to learn how to shoot."My fingers froze around the fabric of my dress."Le

Hours earlierMy head was a mess. After the night with Matteo, I felt torn between logic and a feeling that was silently growing—one that scared me more each day.I didn’t want to admit it, but... I was falling for him. Again. And that was my biggest fear.I needed air. Distance. Clarity. I told Matteo I wanted to see my father, but the truth was different: I just needed to get out of that suffocating mansion.And maybe, deep down, I actually did want to see Luigi. After our last conversation, I felt like... maybe we could try to be a family.Luigi greeted me with a mix of surprise and restrained affection. We hadn’t spent much time together, yet I could see the weight of everything he was hiding in his eyes.“How’s life at the mansion?” he asked.“You know I didn’t want to get married. I did it because I didn’t have a choice.”“I’m a coward, daughter,” he confessed. “If I had done things differently...”I reached for his hand and sighed.“Let’s just make the most of this moment,”

Lily MontgomeryI had no idea how much time had passed.Minutes? Hours?I didn’t know. But every second in that he'll felt like an eternity. My thoughts were spinning in circles—confused, almost in shock.Irina Orlov. Bianca. She is a sister de Viktor. She had been playing Matteo this whole time. And I wished I could warn him that it was all a trap.The sound of a new door opening made me lift my head with effort. The light from the hallway spilled into the warehouse, and a new silhouette appeared in front of me—broad shoulders, a firm posture, blond hair, and slow, calculated steps.He stopped a few feet away.“Finally awake,” said a deep voice, thick with a Russian accent that sent chills down my spine.“Who... are you?”The man smiled cynically.“I’m Viktor Orlov. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Salvatore. Or should I say… Romano? Antonov? You’ve got quite the lineage.”My stomach dropped. The confirmation I feared the most.“You… you’re her brother.”“Yes. Irina hides well, doesn’t she? Bu