All Chapters of A Deal with the Mafia Lord: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The world tore open with a sound that wasn’t thunder but something deeper—like the sky itself screaming. Aurora clutched the earth beneath her as the ground quaked and split apart. The colors of Country C warped around her, twisting into spirals of gold and shadow. Her voice broke as she screamed his name.“Julian!”No answer. Just wind, shrill and cold, whirling through the rift.The light from the coin blazed, flooding everything. Her body lifted for a heartbeat, suspended between the two halves of the world. She could see him now—Julian—on the other side of the split, his hand reaching across the void. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time froze.He was shouting something she couldn’t hear. The wind swallowed his words. She reached out, fingers straining toward his, the light cutting between them like a blade.Then the ground gave way, and the world went dark.When she woke, she was alone again.The air was still, heavy with a silver mist that clung to her skin. The sky above w

The light swallowed everything. Then came the silence—the kind that pressed against her skin until she could hear nothing but her own heartbeat. Aurora stood in the middle of it, her hands trembling, her breath shallow. Her body felt different—too alive, too aware. The glow beneath her collarbone pulsed like a second heart.When she looked down, faint golden veins threaded across her arms, glowing in rhythm with her pulse. The power was inside her now. The coin wasn’t gone. It had become part of her.She stumbled forward through the haze, her voice hoarse. “Julian?”The echo came back hollow. There was no answer, only the faint hum of the air, the whisper of unseen things watching from beyond the mist. The ruins of the chamber had vanished. In its place stretched an open plain—endless, silver, and cold.Her steps left glowing prints on the ground. The light followed her wherever she went.Aurora stopped and pressed a hand to her chest, breathing hard. “What are you doing to me?” she w

The city outside was silent, too silent. Not a single horn, not a distant siren—just the low hum of the lights flickering across the skyline. Aurora stood by the window of Julian’s office, her reflection pale in the glass, the faint gold glow under her skin still visible beneath the collar of her shirt. She looked almost human again. Almost.Julian sat behind his desk, hunched over the shattered pieces of the coin that he’d managed to recover from the ruins. Each fragment pulsed faintly, like it remembered being whole. The glow caught the edge of his face, sharp against the shadow of exhaustion.Aurora finally turned to him. “It’s not over, is it?”He didn’t look up. “No.”Her voice softened. “You’re afraid.”He chuckled under his breath, though there was no humor in it. “I’ve stared down death, Aurora. I’ve stared down men who would slit my throat for a dollar. But this…” He finally lifted his eyes to her. “This is different. You’re different.”She crossed the room slowly. “Because o

Julian sat in silence, the golden feather trembling in his blood-streaked hand. It was still warm, soft with a pulse that felt like a heartbeat. Aurora’s heartbeat. He lifted it to his ear, half-mad with hope, and for a split second, he swore he could hear her breath—slow, calm, alive. But when he looked around, there was no sign of her. Only the shattered mountaintop and the storm of gold still drifting in the air like ash. The mountains of Country C had gone quiet. The hum was gone, replaced by a stillness that made his chest ache.He fell to his knees, the feather glowing faintly between his fingers. “Aurora,” he whispered. “You said I’d find you again. Tell me how.”The wind stirred, soft as a sigh. Her voice came faintly, echoing across the valley—not ghostly, not gone. Just distant. “Follow the light.”He closed his eyes, gripping the feather tighter. “Always,” he breathed. The feather pulsed once, bright and sharp, then dissolved into light. The glow streaked across the sky, fo

Aurora stood frozen as the glow around her deepened, golden light seeping from beneath her skin. The air thickened, humming with the same rhythm that had haunted her dreams since the night she left Country C. Julian’s fingers were still around her wrist, his grip steady, grounding. But the light between them was anything but gentle.He felt it first—a sudden heat, alive and violent, surging up her arm and into his veins. He hissed through his teeth and pulled back slightly, but didn’t let go. Aurora gasped, clutching his hand. “It’s happening again,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It knows you’re here.”Julian’s jaw tightened. “Then let it know I’m not leaving.”The glow rippled, casting their faces in shifting gold. For a moment, she saw both of them reflected in the window—him standing tall and defiant, her trembling but unbroken. It was like watching two flames battle to stay lit in the same wind.“Julian, listen to me.” Aurora’s voice shook, desperation breaking through the