Trapped in a mafia’s obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Rafael moved fast, his hands shooting out to catch her just in time. He gripped her waist firmly, steadying her before she could fall. Celia regained her balance and burst into laughter, her heart still racing from the near stumble.“This is not funny,” Rafael said with a mix of concern and amusement, bending to adjust the strap of her heel. “Are you alright, hmm?”“I’m alright, babe,” she said with a smile,“Let’s go.”They walked with effortless elegance down the corridor, their steps in sync. As they reached the front entrance, a sleek black car was already waiting for them. A suited driver stepped out and opened the door. Celia slid in, followed by Rafael, who adjusted his cufflinks as he settled beside her.“Will you be the one dropping me off at work every day?” she asked with a curious glance.“Yes,” he answered simply.“But I can go alone sometimes, right?” she pressed, teasing a little.“No, you can’t,” Rafael replied, his tone firm but calm.“Why not?”“Because I want to keep

Celia sat at her desk, fingers brushing over the folder Viktor had handed her moments ago. The words "Confidential Strategic Brief" were printed boldly across the top. Her heart pounded as she flipped it open, eyes scanning the neatly organized contents, maps, market data, financial trends, coded notes she didn’t fully understand yet but would have to. She had twenty minutes to absorb everything.Celia inhaled deeply, then leaned forward and started piecing it all together. Her mind raced, but she forced herself to stay calm. She broke down the figures, connected patterns, and jotted down quick points she could rely on. Exactly twenty minutes later, a suited staff member approached her desk, his footsteps barely audible over the soft hum of the office. He gave a polite nod and said, “They are ready for you, Miss Romano.”Celia rose, adjusted her dress, and grasped the folder firmly. With confident steps, ones that belied her racing pulse, she walked through the corridor and into the

"Good day, Fiona," Celia said with a composed smile, keeping her posture calm and poised."Oh, shut up," Fiona snapped, aggressively twirling her car keys between her fingers, the metallic jangle sharp against the tense air.Rafael said nothing. He simply stared at Fiona with an icy, furious look, his jaw tight, his body still, he was barely restraining his anger.Fiona stalked closer, her heels clicking sharply on the pavement, "Are you not even going to ask me what the problem is?" she demanded."No. Fuck off," Rafael replied immediately, his voice cold and final. His arm extended protectively toward Celia. "And you" he snapped at Fiona, "don't you ever speak to her like that again. Let this be the last time."Fiona’s face twisted in disbelief, "Are you fucking serious? When did you even meet her? You are throwing everything we had away!""We had nothing," Rafael said, voice like steel. "And you know better.""Really?" she hissed, her voice shaking between anger and heartbreak."Yes

Rafael got confirmation from Mason, who had placed his men to quietly follow Fiona. When they reported back that she had gone to see Lorenzo, Rafael didn’t react with anger, he simply laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of amusement, but one of bitter satisfaction. He had suspected her, and now he knew.Earlier that day, he had returned to his house and dropped Celia off so she could spend some time with her kid brother. He didn’t tell her where he was going, he wanted her to have peace, to stay away from the mess he was trying to clean up.Afterward, he drove straight to the golf club where Mason was already waiting, ready with the update. Now that Fiona’s betrayal was confirmed, Rafael knew it was no longer about suspicion. It was about strategy.“It’s a shame I suspected Celia,” Mason said regretfully.“Yes, it is. It’s been Fiona all along.”“But you trusted her?”“Not really, but I believed she was with us.”“She probably initiated sleeping with you to cloud your judgment.”“She didn’t s

The room grew even more silent, not out of shock, but out of disciplined fear. None of the men were surprised by Rafael’s order. They simply knew better than to hesitate, lest they be next.“I said, hang him,” Rafael repeated, his voice cold and thunderous.Without a word, Viktor and Mason sprang into action. They grabbed the man by both arms, dragging him toward the center of the room where the hanging rig had long since been installed for moments exactly like this, no one dared look away.“Please, please!” the man begged, his voice cracking with desperation as he kicked and struggled. “Boss, have mercy! Just once!”Rafael didn’t flinch. His expression remained silent.The rope was pulled tight around the man’s neck. Mason stepped back and Viktor gave a single nod.The man thrashed violently, his hands clawing at the rope. His gasps turned to gurgles.Still, Rafael didn’t blink.The rest of the gang stood still as statues, the only sounds in the room now were the scuffle of boots and