All Chapters of The Mafia Devil's Princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Upon hearing my soft, fearful whimper, Kaspian’s eyes darted into the dark streets—sharp, focused, like he could rip through the night and spot the ghost haunting the shadows.I told myself I was just seeing things. The darkness played cruel tricks, especially on someone running on little sleep and too many demons. But Kaspian confirmed my fears with the subtle shift of his body. His focus was fixed on the narrow tunnel that spilled out onto the road—its insides pitch black like a waiting mouth.You wouldn't notice someone standing in it unless you knew where to look. Unless, like Kaspian, your instincts were honed by years of darkness."See," he whispered, subtly shielding me behind him, "Told you I should’ve come."A figure emerged from the tunnel like a phantom walking out of the void. My breath caught.Sebastian.His cold eyes didn’t even acknowledge the city around us. They pierced straight through Kaspian, straight through me, anchoring us in place.I watched his jaw flex. His f

Aunt Melanie called me today.She asked to meet her in the cafe as she brought documents that could help me take the company back. I didn’t expect her to have such evidence in a short time, but I was desperate. I needed to do something. I needed to know the truth.If I cannot be given peace, then at least I want to know what happened.To my father. To Eboncorp. To Sebastian.I took a deep breath as I entered the cafe. Aunt Melanie’s eyes brightened as she saw me. She didn’t think I would come. “Kierra, thank goodness you came—“ her smile suddenly fades as she sees the bandages peeking from my dress. “What happened..?”“It’s nothing,” I brushed it off and pulled my seat. “What do you have for me?”I could tell she wanted to ask more, but she didn’t push it. At least she stopped being privy. “I… have photocopies of the agreements that your husband Damian, signed.”She hands an envelope to me.“A proof that all your inheritance is siphoned. But to get more documents, we’ll need the o

“Sebastian, I need you.”It wasn’t the words I intended to say. It came out so wrong. It sounded so desperate I wanted to cry. The silence between him and me was choking.Please, say something.He looked at me with a wistful gaze. I waited for him to say something, but I guess he was just as surprised that I had the hootspa to even come in there. To even demand his help even after the pushing away I did for him.“I… need help in entering Eboncorp, and you’re my only chance. You’re the only one who can make it happen in the blink of an eye.” Sebastian stares back at me.“And what do I get from all of this?” I moistened my throat, “I’ll pay you.”“With what?” his voice now sounded amused. “You have nothing, Kierra. Don’t tell me you’re going to—““Me.” There was a moment of silence between us. Sebastian was stunned, unable to reply. I too was more than shameful to offer myself as collateral. But I have nothing else to give.“Kierra, do you understand what you’re saying?”“I do.” I w

“Sebastian. You need to go home.”I had to push him out of my apartment because he didn’t want to leave. He thinks that if I left him for a night, he wouldn’t be able to see me again in the morning, and I find that completely ridiculous.“I don’t want to…”“Come on! I have work tomorrow!” I sighed at him. “And I can’t possibly let you stay in here either. The bed’s too small.”“Still, that didn’t stop us from sleeping together before—“I palmed my face.Ugh, why is he being so hard-headed?“If you won’t leave, then I will.” I crossed my arms across my chest.He rolled his eyes and pouted, “Fine. I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” I raised an eyebrow. “I… have a day off tomorrow.”He pinched my nose, and I glared at him. “Do you want to infiltrate Eboncorp or not?”My eyes widened, surprised. “W-Wait… you have a plan already?”“I’m a shareholder,” he tells me, which even surprised me more. “YOU’RE A WHAT—““Since you asked for help from me a long time ago, I bought stocks in the

Damian Hail and the others in the board meeting stared at the only empty seat left in the room. His knuckles tapped against the mahogany table, a shallow rhythm that betrayed his building anxiety. The board was restless. Their eyes flicked between their phones, the entrance, and each other.“Who’s this late investor again?” one of the board members whispered to another.“No idea. Not on the registry. Just… a name. No face.”The murmurs grew. So did the dread.Damian gritted his teeth. Whatever name he scribbled on the guest list to pacify the committee wasn’t adding up anymore. The identity of the new stakeholder had been deliberately kept vague—and now that the time had come, no one knew who was about to walk through the door.Then chaos rippled up from the lower floors.Security radios buzzed erratically. People were rising from their desks, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the storm rolling in. Screams, flashing lights, and the unmistakable chaos that followed power.And t