บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's mistress (His temptation) : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The sun had barely risen, but Aurora was already awake, her mind racing with thoughts of the maid and the events of the past few days. The quiet of the morning seemed to reflect her current mood everything was still, but underneath the surface, there was a growing tension that she couldn’t ignore. She had been trying to process everything that had happened: the maid’s betrayal, her decision to spare the girl, and the unsettling feeling that something else was brewing in the air.Aurora stood by the window of her chambers, gazing out at the courtyard below. Her thoughts drifted to Damian. He had been distant lately, but she couldn’t help but wonder what he was planning. His sudden interest in her well-being, his constant warnings, and his cryptic comments made her uneasy. There was always something more with him something just beneath the surface that she couldn’t quite grasp.As she stood there, lost in thought, the door to her room creaked open, pulling her from her reverie. Damian’s

The mansion was unusually quiet that evening. Aurora sat by the window in her room, her thoughts wandering. Her encounter with Lily in the dungeon still weighed on her. The words Lily spat at her kept replaying in her mind. She didn’t choose to be here. She never wanted this life, yet here she was, stuck in a house full of secrets and darkness.A sudden knock on the door startled her. She turned to see Raphael leaning against the doorway, his expression unreadable.“You look lost,” he said, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation.Aurora stiffened. She wasn’t sure what to make of Raphael. He was different from Damian—quieter, but somehow more unsettling. His presence always made her uneasy.“What do you want?” she asked, trying to sound confident even though her voice wavered.Raphael smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I just came to check on you. You’ve had a rough few days, haven’t you?”Aurora didn’t reply. She didn’t trust him, and she didn’t see the point in

Damian was in his study, his fingers drumming on the desk as he went through some paperwork. The quiet of the room was disturbed when the heavy oak door swung open without a knock. Damian looked up, irritation flickering in his eyes as his father entered the room uninvited.“What is it?” Damian asked, leaning back in his chair.His father didn’t sit; instead, he stood tall and imposing in front of the desk, his hands clasped behind his back. His expression was serious, his tone sharp.“We need to talk,” his father said firmly.Damian raised an eyebrow. “About what?”His father took a step closer. “I’ve made arrangements for you to get married.”Damian’s calm demeanor cracked. He sat up straighter, his expression hardening. “What?”“You heard me,” his father said, his voice unwavering. “It’s time you settled down. I’ve spoken with an old friend of mine. His daughter will be coming here soon. You will meet her, and you will treat her with respect.”Damian’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t bel

Damian sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together tightly. The storm outside had calmed, but the tension in the room hadn’t. Aurora sat cross-legged on the bed behind him, the silence between them heavy.“Why was your dad here?” she asked softly, her voice breaking the quiet.Damian’s shoulders stiffened. He didn’t turn around. “It’s none of your business,” he said flatly.Aurora frowned, leaning forward slightly. “It feels like my business when he’s threatening my life,” she said. Her tone wasn’t angry, just curious, as if she wanted to understand the man sitting before her.Damian finally turned his head, his cold eyes meeting hers. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to,” he said.Aurora tilted her head, not backing down. “I do want answers, Damian. You’re cold to him, but he’s your father. What happened between you two?”Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. He stood up, pacing the room, his boots heavy against the flo

Aurora had barely started to relax when a soft knock came at the door. She tensed slightly, but Damian’s arm didn’t move from where it rested over her waist.“Breakfast is ready,” came Luna’s familiar voice from the other side.Damian stirred beside her, his hand leaving her waist as he sat up slowly. “Time to get up,” he said, his voice steady but still carrying that strange warmth she couldn’t understand.Aurora looked at him, her brow furrowed. “What’s with you?”He glanced at her, amused. “What do you mean?”“You’re acting… different,” she said carefully, sitting up as well. “First, you’re watching me sleep, now you’re smiling at me like we’re... something else.”Damian chuckled softly, shaking his head as he moved to stand. But before he could get up from the bed, Aurora reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.“Wait,” she said, her voice firm but uncertain. “Why are you being so nice to me?”He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with a qui