Semua Bab NIRVANA:THE MAFIA'S WILD SIN : Bab 61 - Bab 70

“If you die on me, I’ll never forgive you.”Nirvana’s voice cracked as she dragged RAyNe’s half-conscious body through the underbrush, his blood warm against her shaking fingers. Leaves tangled in her hair, mud clung to her knees, and panic threatened to crush her chest. She didn’t even know where she found the strength anymore…but something kept her moving.A sliver of moonlight cut through the dense forest canopy just enough to reveal it…a small, crooked silhouette ahead. An old hunting cabin, half-collapsed, hidden by time and moss. It looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades.She practically kicked the door in.“Just… hang on,” she muttered through her teeth, dragging him inside and slamming the door shut behind her.Dust exploded in the air. Rotting wood creaked beneath her feet. There were holes in the roof, but it had four walls and cover. It was enough.RAyNe groaned as she lowered him onto an old cot near the fireplace. His hand pressed uselessly against his shoulder, bl

“Smile like you love me.”Zayd’s voice was low as he leaned into Nirvana’s ear, the flashbulbs from press photographers strobing over the red carpet outside the towering gold-gated entrance of the Castellani Foundation's charity gala. The glittering chandeliers inside sparkled through the windows like firelight. Laughter echoed. Classical music played. And every sin in the room wore diamonds.Nirvana slid her hand deeper into the crook of his arm, her lips curling into a dangerously beautiful smile. “You’re not the one I’m pretending to love.”Zayd chuckled. “No. But I’m the one helping you pretend.”She looked stunning in black satin, her leg exposed through the slit of her dress, a silver dagger clipped at her thigh. Her hair was curled softly, a classic wave that shimmered under the lights. She looked like she belonged here…dripping wealth, mystery, and seduction.And across the room, RAyNe saw her.The smile dropped from his face immediately.Lucian let out a low whistle beside hi

“Please not now. Not this.”The words slipped out of Nirvana’s mouth before she could stop them.She stood barefoot in the middle of her marble-tiled bathroom, wrapped in a silk robe that did nothing to stop the cold panic spreading through her limbs. Her hand trembled around the white stick clenched between her fingers.Two lines.Two clear, taunting pink lines.Pregnant.Pregnant.“No, no, no,” she whispered, dropping it onto the sink counter. “This can’t be happening.”She stared at herself in the mirror. The woman looking back wasn’t calm, wasn’t composed…wasn’t the vengeful, controlled fire she’d spent months becoming.She looked afraid.Like a girl whose carefully constructed world had just cracked.She turned away, heart pounding in her chest, her legs giving out beneath her as she slid to the cold floor and sat with her back against the counter. Her robe slipped off her shoulder, her knees pulled tight to her chest.“I’m not ready. I can’t do this.”The plan had always been to

"Am I really a bad guy?" RAyNe muttered, slamming the glass down on the bar counter, liquor stinging down his throat.Gianni stood behind him, arms crossed, watching his boss with a steady gaze."I won't lie, boss. You've really hurt her," Gianni said.RAyNe scoffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. It wasn’t even subtle anymore…the cracks were showing, bleeding openly in the dim club lighting."What have you found?" he asked, voice rough and low.Gianni stepped closer, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "The men you sent to threaten her father? They never got to him. Adrian’s men got there first."RAyNe’s jaw clenched."By the time ours arrived, it was already done. As per instructions, the prison guards didn’t interfere. They were paid off. He was dead before your threat even touched the air.""What about Don Marco?" RAyNe asked darkly."He was behind it," Gianni confirmed. "He handpicked the killers. They were his loyal men…ex-street enforcers turned

The plane hummed in the quiet of the night sky. Nirvana stared out the window, her face carved from silence, knuckles pale around the armrest. Zayd’s hand slid over hers. Warm, comforting. A lie.“You okay?” he asked softly, fingers curling around her cold ones.“No,” she said.He nodded like he understood, though they both knew he didn’t. Not truly.They were heading back…back to the only place she had sworn never to return to again. And Jezara’s message had been sitting like ice in her stomach since she read it.“If you want to know who killed your father, meet me where it all began.”The old Voltaire estate. The ruins of her lineage. Of pain. Of betrayal.By the time they landed, Zayd was quiet. He knew not to push her. He drove her silently to the outskirts of town, where dusk had already begun swallowing the roads whole. When they pulled up to the decaying mansion that once belonged to her grandfather, Nirvana stepped out of the car before it fully stopped.“Nirvana,” Zayd called