Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia King's Only Love: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

CASSANDRA’S POV~I gasped, the air knocked out of me as his arms tightened around me like iron. I winced, pain shooting down my sides, his grip too firm, too desperate.His breathing was ragged now, hot against the side of my face.“You don’t get to walk away,” he growled, voice shaking with something violent and broken. “Not until you tell me who the hell you really are.”His fingers suddenly tightened on my neck, sending shockwaves through me as I stared into his stormy eyes. "Please..." I whimpered. “Adriano, you’re fucking… hurting me!”His grip loosened slightly at the sound of my voice, allowing me to draw in a shaky breath. "You're mine," he growled, leaning closer until our noses brushed against each other's. "You understand?" "I... I can't breathe." My hands clutched weakly at his wrists, trying to pry them away from my neck. Adriano's gaze darkened as he realized what he was doing.He slammed his lips onto mine, hard and bruising. My mouth opened on a gasp, and he took ful

Adriano’s POVThe moment Salvatore tucked his phone away and the men around us began to disperse, my eyes swept across the ballroom. And then I noticed it. Cassandra was gone.Where she had stood, no, should’ve been was empty. A hollow echo in my chest followed, and something dark twisted deep in my gut. My blood turned ice.I pushed past two men in tailored suits blocking my view, my head snapping left, then right. My breathing slowed, but my pulse thundered. She couldn’t have gone far. She wouldn’t have— Unless something was wrong.“Don?” Salvatore leaned in, brows drawn. “What’s the matter?”My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.I turned to him, voice feral. “Where the fuck is Cassandra?”He blinked.I didn’t wait. “Get every man we have. Search this entire goddamn place…every hallway, every corridor, check the surveillance feeds, shake the walls if you have to! bring me my wife. Now.”Salvatore’s eyes widened before he quickly gave a nod and turned to relay the order, but before he

Cassandra’s POV-It’s been weeks now. The house feels colder now, like it knows he’s gone too.I still make two cups of coffee every morning, his always goes cold.His scent is fading from the sheets, and I hate how I’m forgetting the exact sound of his footsteps.The silence is so loud it rings in my ears. I check my phone too often, even though I know it won’t ring.No word. No sign. No him.People kept whispering of how doomed Adriano was, rumours have spread, alerting everyone that ever cared about him to move on now. That we wouldn’t see him anymore and I couldn’t breathe well ever since those words spread. But how do you breathe when the one person who steadied your lungs is missing?Sometimes, I press my hand where his used to rest on my waist in bed…And cry, like maybe the universe will feel bad and give him back.Some nights I thought I wanted to run. Vanish. Disappear from Adriano’s shadow and whatever this life had become.But now that he was truly gone, arrested, caged,

Cassandra’s POV~My throat felt like it was stuffed with dry, burning sand.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get a single word out. It was as though something invisible had wrapped its hands around my neck and squeezed. The silence wasn’t helping either. It was too quiet in here, too still. This kind of silence made my skin crawl.Bu

Adriano’s POV~They stopped asking me questions on the third day I marked Cassandra’s retreat.Before that, they’d tried everything—threats, mockery, the good cop bullshit, even silence, as if I’d break just to hear a voice. I didn’t. I stopped talking after the first hour. My mouth dried, bled, then sealed. They could’ve pulled my nails off and I still wouldn’t have given them the satisfaction of a sound.