บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

With a deep breath, Aurora slid out of bed, her body aching from the previous night's activities. She walked to the wardrobe, her eyes lingering on the fine garments that had been provided for her. She had never felt so exposed, yet so powerful. As she pulled on a silk robe, she could feel the weight of her new role settling onto her shoulders. As Aurora made her way out of the room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory. The house was hers to navigate now, and she was no longer just a servant to be ignored or pitied. The air was thick with the scent of candles and the faint sound of laughter from the drawing room below. She knew that soon she would be the center of attention, displayed for Damian’s guests like a prized possession. Her steps were careful and deliberate as she approached the grand staircase, the silk of her robe whispering against her skin with each movement. As she descended, she saw Lily, Damian's mistress who she has over taken, standing at the bottom, he

Aurora straightened her dress, glancing at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her heartbeat was steady, though her thoughts raced. She knew what she had to do next return to Damian. Every step mattered. She had to ensure her composure was flawless, even if the room she was walking back to would be filled with prying eyes and calculating smiles.As she left her chambers, the faint echo of her footsteps filled the hallway. The house was alive with the murmur of voices and the occasional burst of laughter from the drawing room. Aurora walked with purpose, her silk robe flowing around her like liquid moonlight.She entered the grand hall once more, her entrance catching the attention of the guests scattered across the room. Glasses clinked, whispers followed her, but she paid them no mind. Her focus was on Damian, who stood near the hearth, his presence commanding as always. His dark eyes found hers immediately, a flicker of amusement dancing in them.Damian’s smile was subtle but

Aurora followed Damian out of the room, her steps light as she kept close to him. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself. Damian’s presence was commanding, and walking beside him, she felt like a shadow in his overwhelming light. The grand hallway stretched ahead, its high ceilings adorned with intricate designs and gilded chandeliers. The soft carpet underfoot muffled their steps, but Aurora’s heart was loud in her chest.Damian walked with purpose, his posture straight and unyielding. Aurora couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of her eye. His face was calm, but she knew there was always something simmering beneath the surface. He was a man who controlled everything, and she doubted anything escaped his notice.As they approached the large double doors leading to the gardens, Aurora caught sight of someone standing nearby. A man, tall and strikingly handsome, leaned casually against the doorway. He had the same dark hair as Damian, but his features were softer, more

He wasn’t here for mere pleasantries; he had his reasons. Watching Damian squirm, for one, was high on the list, but this Aurora girl—she intrigued him. She wasn’t just a random girl plucked from obscurity. Damian’s uncharacteristic protectiveness meant she was important, but why? That was a question worth answering.Raphael’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard hushed voices from one of the sitting rooms. He paused just outside the open door, leaning casually against the frame, listening in.“...and you think she can be trusted?” a deep voice asked. It was Damian, his tone sharp and edged with frustration.“I don’t know,” came the reply, softer and hesitant. Raphael couldn’t place the speaker, but it was a woman. “She seems genuine, but there’s something... off. I can’t put my finger on it.”Damian exhaled heavily. “I can’t afford ‘off.’ Not now. If she’s a liability—”“She’s not a liability!” the woman interrupted, her voice firm now. “She’s just... scared. And she’s young. Give

The night was heavy with silence, save for the distant sounds of the mansion settling. Aurora lay on her bed, eyes staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She could feel the tension in the air, the same way one could sense a storm brewing in the distance. Ever since she had arrived in the mansion, there was always an undercurrent of danger. But tonight, it felt different more suffocating.Her thoughts drifted to Lily. The former mistress of Damian, now a shadow in the halls. Ever since Aurora had taken her place, Lily had been bitter, her resentment simmering beneath every interaction. Aurora had tried to keep her distance, but it was impossible to avoid the woman entirely. She could feel Lily’s eyes on her, always watching, always waiting for a moment to strike.Aurora knew that Lily would never let her position go without a fight. But what could she do? Damian was hers now, not Lily’s.The knock on her door startled her out of her thoughts. It was soft at first, but it quickly grew