All Chapters of A Deal with the Mafia Lord: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

Aurora didn’t move for a long time. The city was awake around her—horns blaring, neon signs flickering, footsteps splashing through puddles—but she was still caught between two worlds. The rain tasted like the sea from Country C, and every drop felt like a reminder that she shouldn’t be here. Not without him.She stood slowly, her knees trembling. The world spun for a moment before it steadied. The thread on her chest pulsed once, faintly, like a heartbeat that wasn’t her own. She touched it with shaking fingers. “Julian?” she whispered. Nothing. Only the whisper of wind across wet streets.She pulled her coat tighter around her and started walking, her mind blank but her body moving on instinct. The city lights blurred past, smeared gold and silver through the mist. Somewhere behind her, she swore she heard footsteps following, but when she turned, the street was empty.Hours later, she found herself at the edge of the harbor. The skyline shimmered across the water, steady and cold.

The air shimmered with the quiet after the storm. Aurora stood perfectly still, her pulse thudding in her throat. Julian—if that was truly him—stood only a few feet away, his figure haloed by the dim gold light of the Blood Coin. Everything about him looked the same. His shoulders, the way he tilted his head, the familiar warmth that should have melted her. But it didn’t. It chilled her instead.He smiled, slow and deliberate, his voice low. “You pulled me back, Aurora. You never could resist saving people who didn’t want saving.”Her lips parted. “Julian, it’s really you?”He took a step closer. The ground beneath his boots rippled faintly like disturbed water. “Who else would it be?”She should have run to him. She should have thrown herself into his arms and let the ache that had been tearing her apart dissolve. But something deep inside her screamed not to move. The air around him wasn’t right. It hummed wrong—too still, too perfect, like the silence before an explosion.Aurora sw

The sea was still. The kind of still that made it hard to breathe. Smoke hung low over the harbor, rolling slowly over blackened ruins and fractured stone. The city was silent, almost reverent, as if the world itself had paused to witness the aftermath of what had been unleashed—and what had been lost.Julian sat at the edge of the pier, his hands stained with ash and salt. Aurora’s body lay beside him, her skin pale but serene, her hair fanned across the wet ground like gold threads caught in twilight. He had lost track of time. Maybe hours had passed. Maybe days. The sun refused to rise.Her hand was still warm when he held it, but the pulse he searched for was gone. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles and whispered, “You did it. You really did it.”The words broke in his throat. He had always believed he was the one who saved people—through control, through power, through force. But Aurora had done it by giving everything.“You were never afraid of dying,” he murmured, his voice