Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The air was thick with tension as Damian stood face-to-face with Lucas. His gun was still aimed at Lucas, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. His men surrounded him, weapons drawn, ready for whatever would come next. Lucas’s men, too, stood poised, waiting for the first move. Damian could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface. This had gone on long enough. It was time to end it.Lucas, still on the ground, grimaced from the pain in his leg but managed to smile cruelly. "You think you can win this?" he taunted. "You’re outnumbered. You’re a fool if you think you can walk away from this alive."Damian’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t flinch. "You’re the fool, Lucas," he said coldly. "You’ve crossed a line. And now you’re going to pay for it."Before Lucas could respond, a loud crack echoed through the air as gunshots rang out from the shadows. The sound of bullets flying, hitting the ground, and ricocheting off the walls filled the night. Chaos erupted instantly.Dam

Lina sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her bruises had started to heal, but the pain Damian had caused her was still fresh in her mind. She stared at the reflection in the mirror across the room, her face pale and her eyes hollow.“He doesn’t love me,” she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with bitterness. “He never will.”Her mind raced as she thought about Aurora. Even in a coma, Aurora was the only thing Damian seemed to care about. And now there was news of the child. A child that wasn’t hers. A child that belonged to the woman Damian loved.Lina’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she whispered, “Aurora. Always Aurora. Even when she’s not here, she’s the one he thinks about.”She stood up abruptly, pacing the room. Her thoughts were dark, twisting and turning as anger and jealousy consumed her. She had married Damian thinking she could win his heart, thinking she could make him forget Aurora. But instead, she was nothing more than a tro

Lina sat alone in her room, the faint glow of the moonlight spilling through the window. She held a small bottle of pills in her hand, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface. The plan was becoming clearer in her mind.“It’s not enough to just spike his drink,” she muttered, pacing the room. Her voice was low, The malice in it was unmistakable. “He needs something stronger. Something that will make him lose control.”She smirked, her mind racing. “Once he sees Luna, he won’t be able to stop himself. He’s always had a thing for young, innocent girls, Besides this girl is beautiful even though he haven't noticed her because he is so consumed by the thoughts of Aurora.” Her tone was filled with venom as she spoke the words.Lina placed the bottle on her dresser and sat down, her fingers drumming against her knee. “Aurora will wake up one day,” she whispered to herself. “And when she does, she’ll hate him for what he did. She’ll never forgive him for touching Luna, she'll love him

Madam Catherine, the head maid, sat at her small desk in the staff quarters. She held the phone in her hand, her fingers tapping lightly against the wooden surface as she stared at the number written in her notebook. She let out a soft sigh, knowing she had no choice but to make the call.Picking up the receiver, she dialed the number and waited. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered.“Madam Elena speaking,” came the smooth, confident tone from the other end.“Elena, it’s Catherine,” she said, her voice formal.There was a brief pause, then Elena’s voice brightened. “Catherine! It’s been a while. What can I do for you?”Catherine cleared her throat, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Damian Wolfe. He’s hosting a party tonight, and his business partners have requested... entertainment.”Madam Elena laughed lightly, the sound rich and full of amusement. “Ah, entertainment,” she said knowingly. “And by that, I assume you mean my girls?”“Yes,” C

The dining room buzzed with conversation as the guests enjoyed their meals. The long table was filled with a variety of dishes, from roasted meats to fresh salads and fine wine. Damian sat at the head of the table, his face calm, though his mind worked silently.He sipped his wine, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Businessmen laughed and toasted to success, their voices loud and confident. Lina sat to his right, smiling politely, though her gaze often wandered toward the brothel girls waiting in the Grand Hall.Raphael sat farther down the table, leaning back in his chair with a glass of whiskey in hand. He seemed relaxed, but Damian knew his brother well enough to know he was paying attention to everything.At the far end of the table, Mr. Taylor cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the room.“Gentlemen,” Taylor began, his voice steady and deep. “I think it’s time we discuss the real reason we’re here tonight.”The chatter quieted as everyone turned to listen. Damian leaned