Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Lina stood at the edge of the Grand Hall, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air around her. Her eyes glinted with satisfaction as her plan began to take shape in her mind. The small bottle of pills was tucked safely in her pocket, and her confidence grew with every passing second.“This is it,” she whispered to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.She turned and walked out of the room, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. As she reached the hallway, she spotted one of the younger maids carrying a tray of empty glasses.“You,” Lina called, her tone sharp but calm.The maid froze, turning quickly to face her. “Yes, Mrs. Wolfe?” she asked, her voice polite but nervous.Lina stepped closer, pulling the bottle of pills from her pocket. She opened it carefully, shaking one small pill into her palm. Without hesitation, she dropped it into the glass of wine she was holding. The liquid fizzed slightly before settling.“I need you to deliver this to Mr. Wolfe,”

Lina leaned against the wall on her room's door, her heart racing with excitement. She hadn’t seen Luna leave, and her mind filled with satisfaction.“It worked,” Lina whispered to herself, a wicked smile curling her lips. “He couldn’t resist her. And that maid... she’ll make sure the truth never comes out.”Her fingers played with the edge of her dress as she imagined how Damian’s downfall would unfold. If anyone ever found out about him being with Luna, Aurora would never forgive him, especially when she woke up.“This is perfect,” Lina muttered, her eyes gleaming.Luna, meanwhile, hurried back to her small room. She kept her head down, her mind filled with questions about Damian’s strange behavior. As she entered her room, she closed the door quietly behind her and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath.“What was wrong with him?” she murmured to herself, her brow furrowing.She walked to her small bed and sat down, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “He wasn’t himself,”

The Grand Hall was alive with noise and movement. Laughter echoed through the large space, mingling with the soft clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation. The brothel girls moved gracefully around the room, keeping the men entertained with flirtatious touches and coy smiles.At the center of it all, Raphael stood with a confident air, his easy charm making him the focus of attention. He held a glass of wine in one hand, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he kept track of the evening’s events.One of the older gentlemen, a tall man with graying hair and a commanding presence, approached Raphael with a curious expression. “Raphael,” the man said, his voice deep and smooth, “I haven’t seen Damian for a while now. Where is he?”Raphael’s lips curved into a relaxed smile, though his mind raced to come up with an answer. “Ah, you know my brother,” he said casually, taking a sip of his wine. “Always busy, always working.”The older man raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with

Raphael stormed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing off the walls. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight at his sides. The anger bubbling inside him was like a volcano ready to erupt.As much as he and Damian didn’t always get along, he couldn’t stand the thought of someone deliberately hurting his brother. And now, every instinct in him pointed to Lina.“She has something to do with this,” Raphael muttered under his breath.He reached Lina’s door and didn’t bother knocking. He shoved it open with such force that it slammed against the wall, making Lina, who was sitting at her table, jump in surprise.“Raphael?” Lina said, spinning around to face him. “What are you doing? You can’t just barge into my room like this!”Raphael didn’t answer immediately. He walked across the room, his movements quick and angry, and grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet.“Raphael!” Lina cried, her voice rising in shock and fear. “What’s wrong with you? Let me go!”Raphael’s eyes burned w

Raphael walked quickly through the hallways, his chest tightening with worry. Damian’s condition had been bad earlier, but something inside Raphael told him it wasn’t just a passing sickness. He pushed the door to Damian’s room open and hurried inside.Damian was still lying on the bed, his face pale and his shirt soaked with sweat. His breathing was shallow, and his hands twitched slightly, as if he were fighting an invisible battle in his sleep.“Damian,” Raphael muttered under his breath, moving closer to the bed. “You’ve always been tough, brother. Don’t you dare give up now.”As he leaned over Damian, the sound of hurried footsteps made Raphael turn sharply. The door opened, and Luna appeared, her face full of worry.“Who are you?” Raphael demanded, his tone sharp.Luna hesitated at the door, bowing her head quickly. “I’m Luna, sir, I believe we've met before but it's okay not to remember me” she said softly. “I... I work here as one of the maids.”“What are you doing here?” Raph