All Chapters of The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lina sat on the couch, her hands shaking as she held her water glass. The guilt and fear she had been carrying weighed heavily on her chest. Every time she thought about Damian in the hospital, she felt her stomach burn.Her father, Mr. Davenport, watched her carefully. He could see the fear in her eyes, the way her eyes darted nervously. “Lina,” he said softly, “you need to tell me what’s really going on.”Lina looked up at him, her lips trembling. “I don’t know how to face him, Father,” she admitted. “He already hates me. Now he knows I tried to harm him. How can I even begin to fix this?”Mr. Davenport frowned, leaning forward in his chair. “There’s no fixing this, Lina,” he said firmly. “You’ve made a mistake—a big one. But we can’t dwell on that now. We need to think about what to do next.”Lina nodded slowly, her fingers gripping the glass. “I don’t want to go back to him,” she said, her voice cracking. “I can’t, Father. I just can’t.”Her father sighed deeply, rubbing his tem

Mr. Wolfe sat in his study, the dim light from a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. His face was hard, his expression cold, as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand. He hadn’t slept all night, his mind turning over the chaos that Damian had caused lately.Across from him stood Marcus, one of his most trusted guards. Marcus had been with the Wolfe family for years, a man of few words but sharp insight. He waited patiently as Mr. Wolfe stared into his drink, his silence heavy.Finally, Mr. Wolfe spoke, his voice low and controlled. “What should I do about Damian?” he asked, his eyes still fixed on the swirling liquid in his glass.Marcus hesitated before answering. “What do you mean, sir?”Mr. Wolfe looked up, his piercing eyes meeting Marcus’s. “He’s losing control,” he said sharply. “All of this—this mess—is because of a naive, young girl. A 21-year-old who has no business being in his life.”Marcus nodded slowly, choosing his words carefully. “It’s true that Damian has cha

The evening air was cool and peaceful, the garden lit by soft lanterns that cast a warm glow over the neatly trimmed bushes and colorful flowers. Luna followed Raphael as he walked ahead, his hands in his pockets. She felt nervous, unsure of why he had asked her to come with him.“Is something wrong, sir?” Luna asked softly, her voice breaking the quiet.Raphael glanced back at her and smiled, shaking his head. “No, nothing is wrong,” he said. “I just thought we could talk. It’s nice out here, don’t you think?”Luna nodded, though she still felt a little uneasy. “Yes, it’s very beautiful,” she said, looking around at the garden.They walked in silence for a while, the sound of their footsteps on the stone path the only noise. Luna couldn’t help but feel nervous. Raphael had been acting differently lately, and it confused her.Finally, Raphael stopped near a bench under a large tree. He gestured for her to sit down. “Let’s rest here for a bit,” he said.Luna hesitated but nodded, sitti

Mr. Davenport walked into Mr. Wolfe’s study with heavy steps. The room was large and intimidating, the walls lined with bookshelves and expensive artwork. Wolfe sat behind his grand desk, his sharp eyes fixed on Davenport as he entered.“Davenport,” Wolfe said, his tone cold. “Have a seat.”Davenport hesitated but eventually sat down across from him. His hands were clammy, and he rubbed them nervously on his trousers.“Thank you for seeing me,” Davenport began, trying to keep his voice steady.Wolfe leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “What do you want?” he asked bluntly.Davenport cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s about our children’s marriage,” he said carefully. “I believe... it’s not working out. Perhaps we should consider ending it before things get worse.”Wolfe raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for him to continue.“You see,” Davenport continued, “Lina hasn’t been happy. And Damian, well, he doesn’t seem interested in making this marri

Raphael was sitting in the living room of Damian’s mansion, leaning back in the large chair. The morning light spilled through the windows, and the house was quiet. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, thinking about the events of the past few days.His phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was the hospital.“Hello?” Raphael answered, sitting up straight.“Mr. Raphael?” the voice on the other end said. “This is Dr. Morgan from the hospital. I’m calling to inform you that Damian is ready to be discharged.”Raphael raised an eyebrow. “He’s ready?” he asked.“Yes,” the doctor confirmed. “He has shown good improvement. He is stable now, and he can leave. We just need someone to pick him up.”“I’ll be there soon,” Raphael said before hanging up the call.He stood up, grabbing his keys from the table. As he walked toward the door, a maid passed by. “I’m going to the hospital to pick up Damian,” he told her.“Yes,