Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. Luna stood near the window in Raphael's room, looking out at the quiet night. Her heart beat faster than she wanted to admit, especially with him standing just a few feet away.Raphael was leaning against the door, his arms crossed as he watched her. There was something in his eyes—something intense and captivating. He stepped forward slowly, his footsteps soft against the floor.“Why are you so quiet, Luna?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.Luna turned, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “I was just... thinking,” she said softly.Raphael smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thinking about me?”Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly looked away. “No,” she mumbled, though her tone wasn’t convincing.Raphael closed the distance between them in just a few steps, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his fingers so she had no choice but to meet his

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Aurora stirred, her hand resting on her growing belly. Damian was lying beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. She smiled softly, enjoying the peaceful moment.Just as she was about to shift closer to him, Damian’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the calm. His eyes blinked open, groggy and reluctant, but he reached for the phone. “Hello?” he answered, his voice deep with sleep.Aurora watched him, her smile fading as she noticed the way his expression changed. His brows furrowed, his jaw tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.“What do you mean?” Damian’s voice was sharp now, all traces of sleep gone.Aurora sat up, concern filling her. “Damian, what’s wrong?”He didn’t answer immediately, still listening to the person on the other end of the line. “Fine,” he said finally. “I’ll handle it.” He hung up and placed the phone back on the nightstand with a heavy sigh.“D

The dim light of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the large, dark office. Taylor sat in his leather chair, leaning back as he stared at a photograph in his hand. It was a picture of Aurora, the daughter he had seen just once—lying unconscious in a hospital bed. The photo had been sent to him by his connections, but it didn’t do justice to seeing her in person.Her soft features, so much like her mother’s, haunted him. He had traced her face with his eyes while she slept, her innocence stark against the chaos of his own life.A lit cigarette dangled between his fingers, the smoke curling upward in lazy spirals. He took a long drag, his eyes fixed on the photo.“I wasn’t there when you needed me,” he murmured, his voice low but heavy with regret. “I know that. I left you, Aurora. I left your mother.”He exhaled slowly, the smoke clouding the air around him. His free hand clenched into a fist on the desk.“I didn’t leave because I didn’t care,” he continued, his voice growing rough

Damian stepped into the mansion, his footsteps heavy as he entered the quiet house. The drive home had been long, his thoughts consumed by the events of the burial. He felt drained but relieved to finally be home. Aurora had gone up to rest immediately, and the house felt still, as though it were holding its breath.He was about to remove his tie when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Damian frowned, pulling it out. The number was unknown. He hesitated for a moment before answering.“Hello,” he said, his tone sharp and guarded.“Mr. Wolfe,” a deep voice replied. It was calm, almost casual. “My condolences on your father’s passing.”Damian’s brows furrowed. “Who is this?” he demanded, his grip tightening on the phone.“You could say I’m someone connected to your world,” the voice continued, ignoring the question. “But more importantly, I’m connected to Aurora.”At the mention of her name, Damian’s jaw clenched. “What do you mean, connected to Aurora?” he asked, his voice lowering dangero

Aurora stirred awake in the middle of the night, her hand reaching out instinctively. The bed felt cold and empty, and her brows furrowed as she realized Damian wasn’t beside her. She sat up slowly, brushing her hair out of her face. The room was dim, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, but it offered no answers.“Where could he be?” she murmured to herself.Wrapping a shawl around her shoulders, Aurora swung her legs off the bed and stood, her steps quiet as she made her way out of the room. The house was silent, save for the faint ticking of a distant clock.As she moved through the hallways, her thoughts swirled. It wasn’t like Damian to leave her in the middle of the night. Was he working? Was something wrong? The questions made her heart race slightly.Aurora reached the study and noticed the door was slightly ajar. A faint light spilled out into the hallway, guiding her steps. She pushed the door open gently and paused when she saw him. Damian was slumped over his desk