Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

The room was silent, save for the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring Aurora’s vitals. Damian sat beside her bed, his eyes fixed on her pale face. Luna stood quietly by the door, her hands clasped in front of her, watching with a mixture of hope and worry.Suddenly, Aurora stirred. Her fingers twitched slightly, and her eyelids fluttered. Damian straightened up in his chair, his heart pounding.“Aurora?” he said softly, leaning closer.Her eyes slowly opened, the light of the room making her blink. She turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on Damian. There was a moment of silence as their eyes met.“Damian,” she whispered, her voice weak but clear.“Aurora!” Damian exclaimed, his voice filled with relief. He moved closer, his hand gently brushing her hair back.Aurora tried to sit up, her body trembling from the effort. “Don’t,” Damian said quickly, placing his hands on her shoulders to hold her still. “You need to rest. Don’t push yourself.”Aurora’s eyes filled with tea

The grand mansion stood tall, its polished windows reflecting the morning sunlight. Outside, Madam Catherine, Luna, and the rest of the maids stood in a neat line, waiting patiently. The air was filled with quiet anticipation as everyone awaited Aurora’s arrival. Madam Catherine’s stern expression softened slightly, though she still held her hands firmly behind her back.Luna fidgeted nervously, glancing toward the driveway. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” she whispered to Madam Catherine.Madam Catherine glanced at her and nodded. “She’s strong,” she replied. “And she has all of us to support her now.”The sound of car tires crunching on the gravel made everyone turn. Damian’s sleek black car pulled up to the mansion, the engine purring softly before coming to a stop. The driver stepped out first, opening the back door. Damian emerged, his tall figure commanding attention as he walked to the other side of the car.All eyes were on him as he carefully helped Aurora out of the car. She

Aurora was still laughing softly from Raphael's teasing when the door creaked open. Damian stepped into the room, holding a large bouquet of colorful flowers. His usual stoic expression had softened just slightly, though his awkwardness was clear as day.Raphael turned to look at his brother, and his lips immediately curved into a sly grin. “Well, well,” Raphael said, folding his arms. “Look who’s gone all romantic. What’s this, Damian? Flowers? For Aurora? Are you sure you’re not sick?”Damian’s jaw tightened, but a faint pink tinged his cheeks. “Shut up, Raphael,” he muttered, walking toward the bed. He placed the bouquet on the small table next to Aurora, avoiding everyone’s gaze.Aurora blinked, staring at the flowers. “Uh... thank you,” she said, her voice hesitant. “But... why?”Damian scratched the back of his neck, looking like a schoolboy caught passing notes. “I just thought... it’d brighten up the room,” he mumbled.Raphael let out a loud laugh, slapping his knee. “Brighten

Aurora lay back on the soft bed, her body still weak but her mind restless. The room was quiet, but her thoughts were loud. She stared at the ceiling, her hand resting gently on her growing belly. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles over her stomach.“Mom…” she whispered into the silence, her voice trembling slightly. “Where are you now? Are you even alive?”Her chest tightened as the memories of her mother filled her mind. She remembered her as a strong woman, always trying to shield her from the harshness of life. But she also remembered the coldness, the pain of being abandoned and sold.“Do you regret it, Mom?” Aurora asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you ever think about me? Or am I just a mistake you’d rather forget?”Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away. She wasn’t sure if she wanted answers to those questions. What if her mother had moved on, living a new life, forgetting all about her? That thought

Aurora finished the last bite of her meal, setting the tray aside with a small sigh of relief. Damian, who had been watching her intently, stood and walked over, his gaze never leaving her.“Good,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You needed that.”Aurora looked up at him, her expression soft. “Thank you for staying,” she said quietly. “It feels... different having you here.”He leaned down, scooping her up in his arms before she could say another word. Aurora gasped, clutching his shirt as her eyes widened. “Damian!”“You’re staying in my room from now on,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.“What?” Aurora blinked, confused. “But why? I’m fine here!”“No, you’re not,” Damian replied as he carried her toward the door. “I need to keep a closer eye on you. And I don’t want you walking around unnecessarily. You need rest.”Aurora sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. She rested her head against his chest as he carried her up the stairs, his footste