Semua Bab The Mafia Devil's Princess: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The gates of Novair Manor creaked open with an almost resentful groan.As if they too disapproved of what I was doing.Daryl trailed behind me, his worn-out sneakers dragging across the cobblestone path. He hadn’t said a word since we left the alley. Just clutched the ragged strap of his backpack, shoulders hunched against the wind. The bruises on his cheek had started to darken. I had offered him my scarf on the walk here, but he had refused.I didn’t blame him. Pride was the last thing kids held onto when they had nothing left.The warmth of the foyer hit us like a wall the moment we stepped in. Golden lights. Clean floors. The faint smell of chamomile and old wood.And Sebastian, standing near the fireplace, arms folded, jaw clenched like he had been grinding it since dawn.His eyes snapped to us the second the door closed behind me.And then they dropped to the boy at my side.Daryl.The air thickened immediately."You’re kidding,” Sebastian said, voice low.I said nothing.“Kierr

The sky was overcast when I arrived at the cemetery. The kind of gray that clung to your skin like wet linen. There was no wind. No birds chirping. Just the muffled sound of my shoes crunching against gravel and the dull ache in my chest that had never really left since that day.I hated cemeteries.They always smelled of cut grass and things that had ended too soon.I stopped in front of her grave.Lily EvansBeloved daughter, forever in bloom.June 2, 2016 – March 17, 2024The marble was cold and pale, her name carved so gently it almost looked like a whisper. I crouched down, my hand brushing over the letters like I was scared they might vanish if I touched them too hard.“I’m here again,” I whispered. “I’m sorry it’s been a few days.”The silence that followed made it worse. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.“You would’ve hated today,” I tried to smile, but my lips trembled. “Selene showed up. Caused a scene. Shoved me to the ground. Daryl... he, he pushed her off me. He

The city lights blurred into streaks of neon as Alessio ran, his breath ragged, chest on fire. His legs burned, muscles screaming, but he didn’t dare stop. Not even for a second.His coat flapped wildly behind him, soaked through from the relentless downpour. The night was cold, colder than any he'd known in months, and every gust of wind cut through his clothes like razors. Underneath the coat, tucked tightly against his chest and zipped into a waterproof binder, were the documents. Names. Ledgers. Transcripts. Signed confessions. Hidden contracts. Evidence that could bring the Hail empire crashing to the ground if they reached the right hands.And now, they were coming for him.Alessio slipped into a back alley, panting, doubling over behind a dumpster, heart pounding so hard it drowned out the sound of the rain. His breath fogged in the cold air, each inhale like a stab to his chest. He peeked over his shoulder, eyes wide. The alley behind him was empty. Silent. But he knew better.

Three hours after we left, the Novair Manor loomed like a fortress at the edge of the city. Cold, towering, indifferent. It always looked like the kind of place where secrets went to sleep—and woke up screaming.Inside, the drawing room buzzed with unspoken tension.I sat beside Tobias, my hand resting lightly on his small shoulder. He hadn’t said much since the attack. His eyes were distant, haunted. I didn’t push him. I knew that silence all too well. It was the same kind that used to consume me.Across the room, Aemond stood against the far wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest. A fresh bruise bloomed along his jaw, a mark from the earlier chaos. Alessio was stretched out on a recliner, a bloodied sling cradling his arm, and yet somehow he still looked calm—unshakable, like always.“I say we file it,” Alessio said. His voice was low but firm. “We make this public. The lawsuit. All of it. Hit the Hails where it burns. They’re already floundering from public backlash.”“They’ll s

The courtroom was ice-cold despite the thick press of bodies. Cameras lined the back walls, media swarmed every bench, and the heavy scent of tension settled like smog in the air. I clutched the edge of the table in front of me, forcing myself to breathe."All rise," the bailiff announced.I stood, heart pounding in my ears as Judge Herrera entered. Beside me, Sebastian didn’t flinch, his gaze steady, locked across the room. On the opposing bench, Damian Hail sat stiffly in a pristine suit, jaw clenched tight. Selene sat beside him, overly composed, hiding behind red lipstick and arrogance. Desmond Hail, their patriarch, held his cane like a scepter.Murderers. Liars. Monsters in tailored suits.Sebastian's fingers brushed mine beneath the table. A silent tether. A lifeline.And in front of us, representing us like a sword drawn at the throat of the powerful, stood Alessio. Calm, focused, voice clear and righteous. Beside him, Alex stood in uniform, files clutched in his hand, face gr