All Chapters of The Mafia King's Only Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CASSANDRA'S POV~I sat there, fingers hovering over the microscope slide, meticulously studying the blood sample under the lens. Slowly, the humming of the machines around me began to fade, growing distant, like the world was retreating. And then, suddenly, my fingers froze. The image blurred, and a memory crashed into my mind, my breath hitched. I leaned back, chest tightening so shar

CASSANDRA'S POV~I regretted stepping foot into this place the moment the door shut behind me.The bar was suffocatingly luxurious—dark velvet walls lined with gold-trimmed mirrors that reflected soft, red lighting. The air was thick with perfume, alcohol, and smoke. Crystal chandeliers hung above, dripping nothing but elegance in a place that reeked of sin. Booths were draped in black leather, with men in tailored suits lounging like predators, cigars between their fingers, eyes sharp. And then there were the women—unclad, almost entirely. Heels too high, dresses too short, their lips ruby red as they draped themselves over these men like prizes, whispering filth into their ears.Everything screamed danger.I didn’t belong here. I knew that the second my heels clicked against the marble floors and heads turned—slowly, calculating, like sharks scenting blood. I adjusted my office blouse, suddenly too tight, too modest. My skirt brushed past a man’s leg and he narrowed his eyes at me l

CASSANDRA'S POV~I’d buried myself in lab notes for days, trying to outrun the silence Adriano left behind. But today, the white walls of the center felt too loud, so I found myself in the town’s dusty little archive, flipping through old medical journals like they held the answers to something bigger than research. The place was empty, save for the ticking of an old clock and the soft rustle of paper under my fingertips. I didn’t notice anyone else come in. Not until a shadow fell over my table… and a photo slid across the desk toward me. A photo of me—as a child.My heart nearly launched out of my ribcage the moment I looked up and saw Claudia.That damned smile curled on her lips like she'd just found something precious. Or someone.I clenched my jaw so tight I thought I might crack a molar. “How the hell did you get that picture?” I asked sharply. My eyes narrowed into slits. “And what the hell are you doing here?”She gasped, hand flying to her chest with the most pitiful perform

CASSANDRA'S POV~I sat there on the bed, my chest tightening as the emptiness of the room wrapped around me like a noose. My fists balled into the sheets. My thoughts spun.Adriano was so cruel. So fucking cruel.How could he confine me here? How could he take away my phone, isolate me like this? He knew I needed to check on my mother—she needed me. She depended on me. And he... he just didn’t care.He was turning into something I couldn’t even look at without flinching. A monster I never believed he’d become. And the worst part?I had let him.I should’ve listened. I should’ve run long ago.I sat up slowly, blinking back the sting in my eyes. My mind raced with thoughts of escape, but every path hit a wall. Security was tight. I’d seen the men stationed at every entrance, the ones who didn't even blink as they watched me like I was a threat.How the hell was I going to get out?Tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them. I collapsed back onto the bed, draping a hand across my f

ADRIANO’S POV~There was a silence so unnatural, so bone-deep, it carved straight into my spine and settled there like ice. A stillness I didn’t trust. Not in my world.My eyes cracked open, vision blurring. The room was dim, golden light slipping through the half-shut curtains. My head pulsed—dull, heavy, like I’d been slammed into concrete. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I sniffed the air instinctively, expecting Cassandra. My sweet, clean, maddeningly addictive Cassandra.But nothing.The air was blank. Hollow.And that’s when the panic hit.My head whipped to the left. The spot beside me—her side—wasn’t empty.It was occupied. By someone else.Someone I didn’t fucking recognize—at first.She was completely bare, her limbs tangled in my sheets like some twisted nightmare. Clothes scattered all over the floor. Lacy underwear. Heels. Lipstick-stained champagne glass on the nightstand.I looked down at myself.Bare chest. Only boxers on.My blood turned to fucking ice.No. No. F