Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Lina paced back and forth in the large sitting room of her father’s house, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her face was tense with worry. She hadn’t been able to sleep properly, waiting for her father to return with news about Mr. Wolfe’s decision.Finally, Davenport walked into the room, his expression calm but serious. Lina immediately turned to him, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Father,” she said quickly, “did you speak to Mr. Wolfe? What did he say? What’s going to happen?”Davenport sighed as he sat down in one of the armchairs, loosening his tie. “Yes, Lina,” he said. “I spoke with him.”“And?” Lina pressed, leaning forward. “What did he say? Is Damian going to fight this divorce?”Her father shook his head. “No,” he said firmly. “Mr. Wolfe has agreed to the divorce. It’s over.”Lina’s eyes lit up with relief and joy. She clasped her hands together and smiled widely. “Finally,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “

Damian sat in his study, the phone pressed against his ear, his hand gripping it tightly. The deep voice on the other end had just said words that sent a chill down his spine: “I heard you have my daughter.”He froze, his mind racing. His grip tightened, the edges of the phone digging into his palm. “Who is this?” he demanded, his voice sharp and full of tension.The man chuckled coldly. “That’s not important right now,” he replied smoothly, his tone calm and collected.Damian’s patience was already running thin. “It is important,” he snapped, pacing the room. “If you’re claiming Aurora is your daughter, I need to know who you are. Now.”The man stayed silent for a moment, and Damian could hear faint background noise—a car horn, the hum of voices. The stillness made Damian’s frustration grow.“You don’t need my name,” the man said finally. “You only need to know that I care about her.”Damian’s eyes narrowed as he stopped pacing. “If you care so much,” he said coldly, “why weren’t you

The night was cold, and Damian walked into the morgue slowly. The call about his father’s accident still played in his mind. His hands were shaking, but he forced himself to stay calm. He needed to see for himself if it was true.A coroner walked up to him, holding a clipboard. She looked at Damian with kind eyes. “Mr. Wolfe?” she asked softly.“Yes,” Damian said, his voice rough.“Please, follow me,” she said, leading him down a hallway.Damian’s steps were heavy, and his heart was beating fast. He wasn’t ready for this, but he had no choice.They stopped at a steel table with a white sheet covering the body. The coroner looked at Damian. “We found these at the scene,” she said, handing him a small plastic bag. Inside were his father’s watch, wallet, and cufflinks.Damian stared at the items for a moment. They felt small and meaningless now.The coroner gently pulled back the sheet, revealing Mr. Wolfe’s face. Damian took a step back, his breath catching in his throat. His father loo

The hospital was quiet, with only the occasional sound of footsteps and the hum of machines breaking the silence. Mr. Taylor, a tall, imposing man with sharp features, walked through the white hallways with purpose. His tailored suit stood out among the casual attire of visitors and medical staff. His eyes scanned the numbers on the doors, searching for the one that matched the information he had received.He paused when he reached the right room, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitating for the first time in years."This is it," he murmured to himself. "Aurora."He pushed the door open slowly, the sight inside taking his breath away. The room was dimly lit, with a single bed in the center. Aurora lay motionless, her pale face framed by soft, dark hair. Tubes and wires surrounded her, connecting her to machines that beeped rhythmically.Taylor stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Luna sat on her bed, staring out the window. The soft evening light bathed the room in a golden glow, but her thoughts were far from peaceful. She wondered about Aurora, Damian, and even Raphael. Lately, everything seemed to be moving too fast.A knock on her door startled her. She quickly stood up, smoothing her dress. “Come in,” she said softly.Raphael stepped inside, a faint smile on his face. His presence filled the room instantly, making her feel both nervous and curious. “Luna,” he said, his tone calm but with purpose.“Yes, Mr. Raphael?” she replied, her voice polite.“Please, sit,” he said, gesturing to her bed.She hesitated but did as he asked, folding her hands in her lap. He remained standing for a moment, as if trying to find the right words.“I just spoke with Damian,” he finally said.Her heart skipped a beat. “Is everything okay?” she asked quickly.“Yes,” Raphael assured her. “Actually, it’s more than okay. I have good news for you.”Luna tilted her head, her brows f