The Mafia King's Only Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

CASSANDRA'S POV~We were mid-conversation, walking down the corridor, when Dario’s phone buzzed. He glanced down, and the easy rhythm of his steps faltered. For a second, his brows pinched together before he looked at me with a tight, regretful smile.“I’m sorry, Cassandra,” he said, pulling the phone out. “I need to take this. It’s urgent.”He hesitated for a beat, like he didn’t want to leave, then added, “My assistant Matthias will meet you here and take you to the department. Would you mind waiting just a moment?”I waved it off with a soft smile. “It’s really fine. Go ahead. I understand. Handle what’s more important.”“Thanks,” he said with a quick nod, already lifting the phone to his ear. “I’ll check in with you later.”And just like that, he disappeared down the hall, his voice fading into a string of low words as he walked away.I was left standing there in the quiet stretch of hallway, trying not to feel awkward as footsteps and murmurs passed around me. The hospital smelle

CASSANDRA'S POV~Stacy’s voice had grown softer, her tiny eyelids struggling to stay open as she blinked up at me from her hospital bed. I tucked the blanket around her, brushing her curls back gently.“You’re getting sleepy,” I whispered with a warm smile. “You should rest now, darling. The nurses will be in soon to fuss over you.”She nodded slowly, her lips twitching in the smallest, tired smile. “Will you come back?”My throat tightened. “Always,” I promised, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “You focus on healing, okay?”She gave me a sleepy little nod, and I forced myself to step away, to walk to the door and leave that tiny girl wrapped in sterile sheets behind.But the second I stepped out into the hallway… I paused.Adriano was still there.Leaning against the wall like a shadow carved out of stone, one hand in his pocket, his expression unreadable. He looked like sin and danger wrapped in Armani—deadly, silent, controlled. His guards were still there too, stationed at quiet i

CASSANDRA'S POV~I visited her every single day.No matter how exhausted I was, no matter how chaotic everything around me had become… Stacy made it all pause. Her tiny frame had slowly begun to fill out again. The pale blue tint that once haunted her skin had given way to a soft, peachy glow. She was healing physically, at least. And every time I stepped through that hospital door, her eyes lit up like the sun had followed me in."You're late, Sister!" she would chirp, hands on her hips, pretending to pout before breaking into giggles that made my heart swell.I couldn’t help it. I adored her. With every goofy face she made, every innocent joke she threw at me, she carved out a home inside my heart. I brought her favorite snacks, gummy bears and strawberry yogurt. Sometimes little picture books with fairies and castles, the kinds she liked to get lost in. And slowly, she began to get attached to me. Today was no different. I walked into the ward with a soft smile, arms full of treat

CASSANDRA'S POV~I didn’t even realize I was crawling back until my palms scraped against the cold floor, the back of my hand trembling as I reached behind me, inching away from him. My breath hitched before my spine slammed into the wall.I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached, willing myself not to look afraid, still failing miserably.He stood there, like a shadow peeled out from a nightmare. Watching me.“What… what do you want from me?” I asked.The man smiled.No… grinned.Two gold teeth gleamed when he flashed them, the corners of his mouth stretching too wide. He tapped his chin with his finger, mockingly thoughtful, like my question was cute.“Let me see…” he drawled, dragging the words out. “What do I want from Cassandra?” His gaze slid down and back up, calculating. “So many things, really. But let’s start with a conversation.”My stomach twisted.“I swear… if you touched her—” I blurted out. “The little girl that left the hospital… Stacy. Were you with her? Did you take h

CASSANDRA'S POV~The ropes slipped.At first, I thought I was imagining it, maybe just another cruel tease from my desperate mind. But when I twisted my wrist again and the fibers gave way with a dry snap, I froze.Holy shit.I didn't wait. I struggled with what little strength I had, biting down hard as the rope burned my skin one last time before it finally tore free. It fell away, and I launched forward on weak, shaky legs.My knees nearly buckled under me.“Dario!” I gasped, dragging myself to his side where he lay half-conscious, groaning. His shirt was soaked… soaked… in blood. His hand was clamped tightly against the wound on his side, but it was useless. The blood wouldn’t stop.I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands trembling so badly I couldn’t even apply pressure properly. “Shit! Dario… hey, hey, look at me, stay with me, okay?” My voice cracked. I didn’t recognize how panicked I sounded.He turned his head slightly, his lips stained with red. “Y-You’re… free,” he raspe