Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Lina paced her bedroom, her hand clutching the phone tightly. Her cheek still stung from Damian’s slap the night before, and her nerves were frayed after his outburst with the gun. She couldn’t stop shaking, the memory of the shot fired into the ceiling replaying in her mind.“Damian has lost it,” she muttered under her breath. “He’s going to ruin everything.”She paused, taking a deep breath before dialing a number she never thought she’d use. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the buttons, and the ringing on the other end made her stomach twist with unease.Finally, the call connected, and a deep, cold voice answered.“This is Lucas.”Lina hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. “Lucas, it’s Lina,” she said, her voice softer than usual.There was a pause on the other end before Lucas responded, his tone amused. “Well, well. Lina. To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Damian,” Lina said quickly, her words tumbling over each other. “He’s… he’s coming for you.”*****Luca

The tension in the room grew thicker than the fog outside, as the two men stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Aurora's breaths grew shallower, her eyes fading as the pressure on her throat increased.And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the sound of gunfire erupted through the air. One of Lucas's guards burst through the door, his weapon smoking, his eyes wide with panic. He aimed directly at Damian, but before he could fire, the gun jerked in his hand, and two bullets flew through the air, one landing itself on the floor and the other lodging itself in Aurora's shoulder.Her scream echoed through the ballroom, the pain searing through her body like a white hot knife. Blood spurted from the wound, painting the floor with her own blood. Damian's eyes went wide with horror, and his hand moved with speed to aim the gun at the guard, firing without hesitation. The guard's body jerked, and he crumpled to the ground, li

The man was already there, leaning against a rusted shipping crate, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked as if he'd seen better days, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes held a world-weariness that spoke of countless battles with society."You've got the info," Damian barked, not bothering with pleasantries.The man took a long breathe, the cigarette burning red before he flicked it into the water. "I do," he said, his voice gravelly. "But it's going to cost you.""What do you want?" Damian's voice was desperate, the rain soaking his hair and running down his face in drops.The man grinned, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down his spine. "The same thing you want. Revenge. Lucas's head on a silver platter.""Fine," Damian said, his voice filled with disgust. "What do you know about the poison?"The man pulled a small vial from his pocket, holding it up to the dim moonlight. Inside, a thick, black liquid sloshed around, ominous and deadly. "It's a rare toxin, d

The hospital was cold and quiet, the dim lights making the sterile hallways feel lifeless. Damian stormed through the doors, the vial clenched tightly in his fist. His jaw was set, and his eyes burned with frustration and desperation.He didn’t bother with pleasantries as he approached the doctor who had been treating Aurora. The man looked up from his clipboard, startled by Damian’s sudden appearance.“I have it,” Damian said, his voice sharp and commanding as he held out the vial. “The antidote. Take it. Test it. Do whatever you need to do, but save her.”The doctor took the vial carefully, his brows furrowing as he inspected the clear liquid inside. “Where did you get this?” he asked, his tone cautious.“That doesn’t matter,” Damian snapped. “Just do your job.”The doctor nodded and gestured for Damian to follow him into the lab. Damian’s footsteps echoed loudly in the sterile space as they walked. The sound only seemed to heighten his growing impatience.The doctor set the vial on

Damian stormed back into the bedroom, his presence even darker and more menacing than before. Lina, still curled up on the floor, flinched when she heard the door slam shut. Her tear-streaked face lifted toward him, but any hope of mercy vanished when she saw the cold fury in his eyes.In his hand, he carried a coiled leather whip. The sight of it made Lina’s blood run cold.“Get up,” Damian commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.Lina hesitated, her legs trembling as she struggled to stand. “Damian, please,” she whispered, her voice weak. “I don’t understand”“You don’t understand?” Damian interrupted, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. He stepped closer, uncoiling the whip as he spoke. “Let me make it clear for you, Lina. You wanted my attention so badly, didn’t you? Throwing yourself at me, scheming against Aurora. Well, congratulations. You’ve got it now.”Her eyes darted to the whip, then back to his face. “Please, don’t do this,” she begged, taking a step back.He raised an ey