Semua Bab I Accidentally Married a Mafia Boss: Bab 21 - Bab 30

A sharp gasp sliced through the air as Kaiser stumbled forward, his hand clutching his left arm. The fine fabric of his black tailored shirt darkened with blood, and the rich scent of it hit Izora’s nose before the sight fully registered. A second later, his legs gave out beneath him.“Kaiser!” Izora shrieked.His body collapsed to the marble floor of the great hall, his fall sounding like a gunshot across the estate. Her bare feet skidded slightly on the glossy floor as she sank to her knees and ran towards him. The once-controlled man now looked human. Pale is it. precarious. As he battled the agony, his jaw tightened; nevertheless, she could sense something was off in his eyes.Something deeper than the wound.“Kaiser,” she whispered, reaching for his face. “Kaiser, what happened? You said it was nothing—”He was not able to talk though. His breaths were short bursts, and his brow already glistened with sweat. Izora murmured, "oh No," her heart thumping against her ribs. " Where th

The air smelt sterile, antiseptic hanging thickly mixing with the muffled hum of medical equipment. The low lighting creates shadows on the ivory walls from which the monitor's reflection blinks red and green in constant rhythm.But then—the monitor's tone shifted. Two rapid beeps broke through the hush like gunfire.All four turned at once.Kaiser stirred.His throat opened to a low, guttural groan. His fingers quitched next to the immaculate white sheet, nails delicately brushing the mattress's edge. Although the boom was hardly discernible, Izora may as well have heard thunder. "Kaiser? Her voice was a whisper, shaking as she hurried to be by his side. Her silk robe hung on her body, moist at the neck with sweat, and she realised she was still barefoot. Her heart hurt because it was hammering so fiercely. Every bit of her felt stretched, like a violin string just about breaking. Blinking gently, he fluttered on pale skin. His eyes—still that sharp, stormy gray beneath a haze of pa

The huge trees framing the mansion hummed with the wind outside, their leaves brushing against stone walls like restless murmurs. Spring had at last released the grip of winter, and sunshine sloppily poured through Izora's bedroom's tall windows, bathing the velvet drapes in golden warmth over the polished marble floor. Still, a hollow frost hung on her bones despite their modest beauty.Izora stood at the balcony door, her reflection blurred in the glass. Her skin, once pale and drawn, had taken on a soft glow again. A few pounds had returned to her frame; her cheeks were fuller, her collarbone less stark, her curves no longer hidden beneath layers of fatigue. She had healed, at least physically.But her soul—her soul still hovered in limbo.“It’s almost a month now,” she whispered, her breath fogging the glass slightly. “Does he not want me to play his wife anymore?”She turned from the window, securely encircling her waist with the satin ribbon of her robe. Under the correct light,

As Kaiser's hand curled around her phone and snatched it away before she could respond, his eyes hardened. Holding it between two fingers, he held it as if it were something offensive, something that was not worthy of him but that he had to control.His voice was as cool and smooth as the clink of a blade on stone when he added, "You won't be needing this."The heartbeat of Izora quickened. With every shaky stride ahead, the delicate fabric of her light lavender nightgown brushed against her skin, her heart pounding in her chest. Before their conflict erupted, she hadn't found the time to change. Her hair stuck to her shoulders and pressed against her rosy cheeks, still damp from the shower. "Return that," she said, her tone more cutting than she intended. Kaiser raised the phone out of her reach with serene arrogance, sliding it into the inner pocket of his tailored dark suit jacket—a deep charcoal that corresponded to the menacing expression on his face. The material hardly shifte

Sunlight filtered through the estate's arched windows, casting a warm shine over the beautiful mansion's features. Outside the immaculate gardens, birds twittered pleasantly, but the air within the Eirian house was tense.Izora faced the full-length mirror while a maid secured the last clasp on her dark emerald dress. The designer gown embraced her figure with graceful accuracy, the material complementing the intricate patterns of the caverns etched into the stone columns across the estate, an intentional gesture by the chief maid to impress Kaiser’s famously demanding mother. "You resemble a stunning mermaid, Mrs. Eirian," the maid murmured before backing away with a courteous bow. Izora did not reply. Her fingers trembled softly as they touched the gown's edge. She was worried about what happened next, not about the outfit or the formality of the occasion.Kaiser’s parents had arrived.She heard them before she saw them. Footsteps down the main hall. Low voices, one sharp and comm