All Chapters of Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The road ahead was long, cold, and eerily quiet. Jairo gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed forward as he pressed on the accelerator.He was going to tell her today.He took a right turn, and his gaze flicked to the pink box on the passenger seat. She was going to love it. The color was as innocent as her. Pure and surreal.The dormitory was silent when he arrived. School had gone on holiday two days ago, but she had stayed behind because of him — to spend more time together while he planned to tell her who he truly was: heir to a Mafia empire.If she wanted to stay by his side forever, she needed to know what it meant to become the Mafia Queen. He just needed five years. That’s all he needed to take over the empire and build a world safe enough for her.He entered the elevator with the pink box, and reached her floor. Arriving at her door, he paused, noticing it was slightly ajar.His pulse quickened as he carefully pushed it open, only to see a trail of blood drops on the floo

Jairo could still feel his bones freezing from the cold shower he had taken all night long, trying to wash that damn drug out of his system. His skin was numb, but his mind was clear. He stepped into the bathroom again that morning, letting another round of cold water run down his body until the anger sitting on his chest thinned out just enough.When he finally came out of the bathroom, his expression was stone-cold. He dressed slowly, fastening his cuffs with stiff fingers, slipping his gun into its holster. His movements were calm, but his jaw was locked tight.There was a knock on the door, and a second later, his PA stepped in. Marco stood there, his eyes downcast and shoulders tense.Jairo’s green eyes found him, cold and cutting. The PA was about to speak;“Not even a word.” He warned, his voice low and cold. Marco’s throat bobbed as he swallowed his apology back down.Jairo walked to the vanity table and wore his Rolex, then picked up his phone and dialed his right hand. “Tra

Four Days Later“You’ve got three seconds to talk. You sold the port codes to Anthonio, didn't you?” Jairo asked coldly, flicking his lighter to life. The man tied to the chair spat blood, sneering through a busted lip with defiance thick in his eyes.“Uccidimi e basta. Non mi tirerai fuori un bel niente, capo.”[Just kill me. You won’t get any damn thing out of me, boss]Jairo let out a low, amused chuckle. He loved this part. He ran the blade of his knife through the flame, the steel glinting red-hot. He brought it close to his face, inspecting it from the side as his gaze shifted back to the man.“That so?” he murmured. “Then you’re useless to me.”Without warning, the blade plunged into the man’s throat. One swift, practiced motion. The man’s body jerked violently, his eyes widening as the defiance in his eyes melted into sheer fear. Jairo watched, a slow grin forming.“I heard you’ve got a beautiful wife and a daughter,” He twisted the knife, “I hope you remembered to tell them

The call ended, and Lina was already grinning. “Damn, he has a nice voice,” she said dreamily, tossing Kara’s phone onto the couch. But Kara didn’t smile. She was deep in thought. Lina caught the shift in her mood and tilted her head. “What’s wrong? Is it about the job?” “No, it’s not that,” she answered quickly, lowering herself onto the couch. “When my things fell that day… I only remember my phone… and my heels slipping out. That’s it. Nothing else.” She glanced up to meet Lina’s eyes, who was frowning now. “Okay… and?” she asked slowly. Kara exhaled sharply. “Lina, think about it. First, he finds out where I live. Then somehow convinces me to call him. And now, out of nowhere… a PA job?” Lina still didn’t get it. “We literally googled him. He’s one of the top CEOs in the country. Powerful people can pull strings.” “I’m not done,” Kara cut in, “The first time he saw me, he called me Emilia. And today… he did it again. What if he’s not actually seeing me? I me

Monday came faster and the interview went smooth. Suspiciously smooth. She was barely asked any tough questions, and the contract was waiting for her like it had been printed before she arrived. There was even talk of accommodation and it all felt too good to be true. Still, like Lina said, maybe it was finally her turn to be happy and her dream really had come true. Stepping out of the building, she strode out gently then out of nowhere, a sleek black car rolled up in front of her and parked. Before she could react, the window rolled down, and her stomach dropped. Jairo. “Hey,” he greeted, grinning. His presence was so unexpected. He leaned over and opened the passenger door, making Kara stared at it. He wasn't asking. He was telling her to come in. She stood still for a few seconds unsure. Maybe out of courtesy, her legs moved before her brain could protest. “Hey.” She returned, sliding into the passenger seat. Jairo didn’t reply and just stared at her. His eyes dr