Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Lina's eyes filled with tears. "Damian, it's not like that," she protested weakly, but her voice was lost in the pain of her own sobs."Don't lie to me," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "You wanted Aurora to know her place, didn't you?"Lina felt a surge of anger at the accusation. "Yes but it wasn't my idea to sell her " she choked out, the words raw in her throat. "It wasn't me, Damian. It was your father."Damian's expression grew colder, his grip on her tightening. "My father will get his own punishment," he said through clenched teeth. "But you, Lina, you're going to pay for what you did to Aurora."Without warning, he thrust into her, his movements brutal and uncaring. Lina's scream ripped through the room, raw and primal. She felt like she was being split in two, the pain from the whip and his invasion melding into pain. Her nails dug into the bed, as she grabbed the sheets,her body was claimed by a man she had once thought she loved.Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel

The door to the bedroom slammed shut as Damian stormed out, leaving Lina curled on the bed, trembling. The air in the room was heavy with the aftermath of anger and humiliation. Her body ached, and her tears had soaked the pillow beneath her.Moments later, the door creaked open again. Two maids entered, their faces blank but their eyes betraying a flicker of pity.“Miss Lina,” one of them said softly. “We’ve been told to help you clean up.”“Leave me alone,” Lina spat, her voice hoarse from crying. Her hair stuck to her damp face, and her dress hung limply on her bruised shoulders.The maids exchanged a glance but didn’t move. “We can’t do that,” the other maid replied cautiously. “Mr. Damian gave us orders.”Lina let out a bitter laugh, her hands clutching the edge of the bed. “Of course, he did. Always giving orders, always making sure everyone knows he’s in charge,” she muttered under her breath.“Miss Lina, please,” one maid said, stepping closer. “Let us help you.”Reluctantly,

Damian was sitting in the grand sitting room when he heard the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel outside. He didn’t move, his body tense as he waited. The door opened moments later, and his father stepped inside, his shoes echoing against the marble floor.“Damian,” his father greeted, his tone calm but carrying an edge. “We need to talk.”Damian’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. “Talk?” he repeated coldly. “That’s funny coming from you. After everything you’ve done, now you want to talk?”Mr. Wolfe walked further into the room, his posture relaxed, as if he wasn’t stepping into a lion’s den. “I came here because Lina called me,” he said. “She told me what happened.”“Did she?” Damian said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Did she tell you why she’s here? Did she tell you why Aurora is lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life?”Mr. Wolfe sighed, unbuttoning his jacket and taking a seat across from Damia

Damian sat by Aurora’s bedside, staring at her pale face. The machines around her beeped steadily, a reminder of how fragile she was right now. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his jaw tightening as he thought about all the pain she had endured.A knock on the door broke the silence. Damian looked up to see Nurse Claire standing there, her face serious.“Mr. Wolfe,” she said softly. “The doctor would like to speak with you in his office. It’s important.”Damian frowned. “What now?”“Please,” Nurse Claire said. “It won’t take long.”Damian stood reluctantly, glancing back at Aurora one last time before following the nurse out of the room. His steps were heavy as they walked down the hallway, his mind racing with questions. What could the doctor possibly want to tell him now?When they reached the doctor’s office, Nurse Claire opened the door and gestured for Damian to enter. The doctor was sitting behind his desk, his face unreadable. He gestured to the chair across from

Damian slowly got up from his chair, letting go of Aurora's hand. He felt angry, regretful, and desperate. He needed to think and couldn’t stay there forever, even though he wanted to. He had to make plans for when Aurora woke up if she woke up.He quietly left the hospital room, his mind racing as he walked down the empty halls. He felt very alone, and guilt weighed heavily on him. It was his fault that Aurora was in a coma because of what he did. He clenched his fists as he reached the elevator, slamming the button to go down to the parking garage. His heart raced with anger as he walked away from her bedside. He hated himself for letting things get this bad.When the elevator arrived, he stepped out and headed to his car, hardly noticing anything around him as he drove home. His house, which used to feel safe and comforting, now felt empty and cold. He thought he could control everything, but he was wrong.Damian slammed his car door shut and walked inside, ignoring the luxury of t