Semua Bab The Mafia Devil's Princess: Bab 131 - Bab 140

We locked eyes for a full minute before I tore my hand away. My chest felt tight, breath caught between my ribs. Sebastian’s gaze clung to me, confusion etched into every hard line of his face.When the weight of the situation finally settled into his mind, his expression shifted—retreat, hesitation, a flicker of vulnerability that rarely ever escaped him.“W-What… happened?” His voice cracked low, unfamiliar, like the man in front of me wasn’t the untouchable figure he always tried to be.“You tell him.” My tone was sharper than I intended, but my body moved before thought—stepping back, planting myself behind Alexandrei’s broad frame. He blocked me with the kind of rigid stance that screamed law and iron.“You wouldn’t tell me what happened, right?”“No, I—” He tried to sit upright, but agony ripped through him. The wound screamed louder than his voice, forcing him back against the bed with a guttural groan. “Argh!”“You’re shot,” I reminded coldly, arms folding. “I operated without

“She’s onto us!”Selene Evergreen swiped all the objects in the table, crashing them all into the floor. Her hair was in tangles, as if she had just pulled the with her own hands from the stress. She paced around the room, her eyes bloodshot as she turned her head across the wall.“She’s going to ruin it all! You didn’t kill her!”“Perhaps you’re forgetting your place?” The Monsignor’s cold voice brought a shrill into the already frigid room. This polar hues pierce everyone’s who dared look at them. In an instant, the room became silent— but not Selene’s..“You promised you would take care of her!”“And you promised to kill her, yourself.” The Monsignor snapped back with a low tone, irritated. “Where had your promise gone?”Selene’s throat dried as she looked at him. His orders were authority— and she’d rather follow them than lose her life, herself.“I risked resources to have you escape prison. Now it your turn to fulfill your part of the deal.”“How can I hunt her when she’s on hid

MEMORIES OF THE PASTYulia Novair remembered the taste of the vows on her tongue, how they had felt like poison disguised as honey. The cathedral bells had rung, their tolls echoing into her marrow as though announcing not a union but a sentence. She stood in her white gown, every fold embroidered with careful pearls, her hair sculpted into waves by foreign hands. Everyone thought her a princess, a woman bound for a life of gilded elegance. They didn’t see her fingers trembling beneath the bouquet, or the way her throat burned with dread as she whispered, “I do.”The man beside her, Salvatore—Monsignor, as the world had come to call him—smiled like an emperor who had just claimed new territory. His dark eyes glinted not with love, but possession. That smile was the first sign, and she should have run then. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.Her family had chosen him. She had been promised.At the reception, she remembered stretching out her hand for the first time, trying to bridge the cha

The condominium was unnervingly silent after Kierra left. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but pressure—like the walls themselves were waiting to close in.Sebastian leaned back against the sofa, his hand pressed against the half-dried blood seeping from the wound at his side. Alexandrei stood by the window, half his face shadowed by the city lights spilling through the glass. He wasn’t looking at Sebastian, not directly. But the weight of his presence pressed against him, heavier than the bleeding wound itself.Finally, Alexandrei spoke.“You’re not telling me everything.”Sebastian tilted his head, smirk weak but still sharp. “And why would I?”“Because Kierra deserves to know what she’s walking into,” Alexandrei snapped, turning sharply. His eyes were hard, cutting like ice. “She’s already been dragged into enough of your antics. I’m not about to stand here and let you bury her deeper.”Sebastian’s smirk faltered for only a fraction of a second, before he masked it with somet

“It’s been a while, Damian.”Damian smirked at me from the other side of the glass partition. That familiar smugness—it hadn’t changed. He wasn’t happy to see me, not even curious. No, he was entertained, as if my presence was the punchline of some private joke only he understood.“I’m surprised you’re still alive, Kierra,” he said, leaning back on the metal chair with a predator’s ease. His voice still carried that venom-coated mockery I remembered so well.“And I’m surprised your wife didn’t strangle you in your sleep.” I smiled back with spite. “She must be out there somewhere, enjoying her last fleeting moments of freedom. Without you.”His jaw tensed, though he tried to mask it with a slow exhale. I’d struck the first blow.“She’ll come for me,” he said, voice dipping lower, as though speaking it aloud would make it true.I tilted my head. “Funny. Because when I saw her last, she didn’t even mention your name. She was too busy running for her own skin. Not much of a wife, is she?