Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Aurora sat on the small cot in the corner of her room, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since she woke up that morning, and every sound outside the door made her flinch. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was coming.The room was quiet except for the faint rustling of her own movements. The air was cold, heavy, and oppressive, as if the very walls were watching her. She stared at the worn floor, trying to calm herself, but her thoughts were a storm of fear and dread.Then it happened.A loud knock on the door echoed through the room, making her jump.“Come!” a deep, commanding voice barked from the other side.Aurora froze. She recognized the voice. It was him—her new master.She didn’t move at first, her body paralyzed with fear. But the door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped into the room, his presence filling the space. He didn’t have to say a word. The air around him was enough to make her chest tighten.He looked down at

The grand hall was alive with chatter and laughter, the sound of clinking glasses and soft music filling the air. Guests in elaborate suits and gowns moved gracefully through the room, their faces alight with false smiles and whispered secrets. The wedding of Damian and Lina was the event of the season, a display of power and wealth no one wanted to miss.Lucas stood near the entrance, his tall frame draped in a sharp black suit that seemed to absorb the light around him. His piercing eyes scanned the crowd with the precision of a hunter. Beside him, Aurora stood trembling, her delicate form wrapped in a simple dress that contrasted sharply with the extravagance around her.She had wanted to refuse, to beg not to come, but Lucas’s warning still echoed in her mind.“You will come with me,” he had said earlier, his voice cold and final. “And you will do as I say. If you try to run, Aurora, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she had whisper

The ride back to Lucas’s house felt endless. Aurora sat stiffly in the corner of the carriage, her hands shaking. She tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping he wouldn’t speak to her.But Lucas didn’t need to say anything. His silence was worse. She could feel his cold eyes on her, watching her every move, and it made her stomach twist in fear.When the car finally stopped, Lucas stepped out first. Then, without a word, he reached inside and grabbed Aurora’s arm.“Get out,” he snapped, his grip tight.Aurora stumbled out of the carriage, trying to keep up as he dragged her up the stone steps to the house.“Lucas, please,” she whispered, her voice trembling.“Walk faster,” he growled. “You’ve embarrassed me enough for one night.”His words made her flinch, but she said nothing. She just let him pull her through the large front doors. The servants in the hall didn’t look at her. They bowed their heads and stepped aside as Lucas stormed past, dragging Aurora with him.They wen

The mansion was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. Damian stood in the study, his back to the door, staring at the large map spread across the desk. His fingers traced the edge of the table, his thoughts far away.Aurora’s face haunted him.He clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. How had she been there? Who had brought her? The questions swirled in his mind, filling him with anger and frustration.The door creaked open behind him, and Lina’s voice broke the silence.“Damian,” she said sweetly. “Are you in here sulking again?”He didn’t respond.Lina stepped inside, her emerald gown swishing softly as she walked toward him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers curling against his suit. “You’ve been like this since the wedding,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?”Damian shrugged her hand off, his movements sharp. “Don’t touch me,” he said coldly.Lina blinked, her smile faltering. “Excuse me?”“I said, don’t touch me,” Da

Damian paced in his study, his heart pounding in his chest. his father’s words, Lina’s smugness, and the image of Aurora haunted him. His hands shook as he grabbed the decanter of whiskey on his desk and poured himself a drink.The glass shattered against the wall moments later, the fiery liquid dripping down like blood.“I can’t take this anymore,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. His mind was a storm of rage and frustration.He opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a sleek black gun. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw clenched. He had played his father’s games long enough.It was time for answers.*****Confrontation******The grand hall was quiet when Damian entered, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the floors. His father and Lina were seated in the parlor, their conversation halting when they saw him.“Damian,” his father said, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?”Damian didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his expression cold and unre