บททั้งหมดของ HER ROYAL MAFIA : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

CAMILLA RYDERJust when I thought the madness had settled, Liam strolled back in, this time with papers in one hand and Karen trailing behind him like she was showing up for a front-row seat at a circus.I didn’t flinch. I kept my composure, my eyes fixed on them as Liam shut the door behind him. Karen crossed her arms and leaned smugly against the frame, her smirk practically itching to spill whatever surprise she thought would rattle me.“Well, what now?” I said, flicking my eyes at her. “Aren’t you supposed to be preparing my bail by now?”She scoffed, clearly upset by my calmness, but too desperate to gloat to hold back.“Yeah, I was... until this happened,” Liam cut in, reaching into his pocket.He pulled out my phone.My jaw clenched as I stared at him.Seriously? What kind of broken justice system gives this clown access to my personal items? The cops told me everything would be kept at the front desk until after the interrogation, yet here he was, waving my phone like it was a

VINCENZO CASTILLOI tried to stand, but the pounding in my head pulled me right back down to the edge of the bed. The pain was unbearable, but not as much as the look Alexandro gave me.He was still frozen, like my words had hit a part of him that hadn’t been touched in years.“She...” he finally spoke, his voice rough and his eyes locked with mine. “She didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I swear.”I clenched my jaw, the anger rising like fire in my throat. It wasn’t just about the past anymore. Ten years ago, I hated him for leaving us. I told myself I was mad because he never came back.But the truth was clear now... He never intended to.And the worst part? He didn’t even seem to regret it.I hated him more for that.“And if she had told you?” I asked quietly, barely able to contain the storm inside me. “Would you have come back? Would you have stayed?”He didn’t answer right away. His silence said enough. But then came the words, low and broken.“I’m sorry.”I scoffed. Of course, he

LIAM RYDERI stared at Karen for a second, maybe a second too long, before finally speaking."Yes, I am. And… I know exactly what you’re doing. You’ve made this whole thing about me, which is fine, but..."I didn’t even get to finish before tears began spilling from the corners of her eyes.She didn’t look away. There was something different about those tears. It wasn't the usual ones she pulled to get me to cave, but this? It was raw and deep, like it came from the depth of pain mixed with anger.I didn’t even realize when I’d stepped closer until my hands were on her face, clutching it like a rare gem."Hey, hey… stop crying, okay? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone that far… I’m sorry,"I whispered, my voice catching. Seeing her cry, it did something to me, tore at something in me, I couldn’t name. I could bare anything except seeing her cry this much."I did everything I did for you. For us. But what? You’re suspecting me? After everything, Liam?" Her voice cracked between sobs.I l

VINCENZO CASTILLOThe car barely rolled to a stop before I was out, slamming the door so hard it echoed off the gate. Liam locked it behind me, quickening his pace to keep up with me."Where?" I barked, already cutting through the hall like a man on a hunt.He didn’t bother answering; he just leaned in at the counter, turning on that fake charm of his for the nurse. I stood back, scanning the place, with my jaw tight, every muscle wired. If Camilla was really here, she’d better show herself before I tore this place apart."Hello, miss," Liam said smoothly.The nurse looked up from her papers. "Hello. How can I help you?""We’re here for Lorenzo Vincent. He was admitted here, right?""One moment."Her fingers flipped through the register like she had all day in the world."Is that supposed to be hard to find?" I snapped, my voice low but carrying enough weight to make her flinch.Her eyes met mine, and I saw it, that flicker of fear under her professional smile."Upstairs. VIP wing. Ro

LIAM RYDER"Can you jump?" his voice cut through the wind, hitting me like the snap of a gun’s slide.I scoffed—the type, you'd refer to as 'an unbelievable scoff', and slowly, I didn't even know when I started laughing, now, that one was the kind that doesn’t really mean amusement, slipping out before I could even form a word. But I didn’t get the chance to say anything.The door behind us banged with fists, the pounding so violent it rattled my bones. My chest tightened. My heartbeat leaped in my throat, just like that, my soul left my body... Vincenzo’s hand fisted my shirt and yanked me forward.His eyes were hard, ruthless, not a single trace of mercy in them. Was he heartless? Absolutely. But in this moment, that was the least of my problems. I don't care if he was, but I'm not letting this crazed psychopath throw me down a storey-building.He dragged me toward the edge, ten storeys of empty air yawning below. The night wind slapped my face, carrying the metallic tang of danger.