All Chapters of Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Isabelle froze in the bathroom the moment she heard Jairo’s voice outside. “You fvcked her, right?” The words hit her like a punch to the stomach. Fvcked? Her? The idea terrified her. Were the brothers… passing her around? Jayden responded in his usual confident tone, “Actually, she came to me. We can’t talk here. She’s in the bathroom.” His arrogance stung. She knew he was a playboy, but hearing him talk about her like that made her want to crawl into a hole. Tears gathered in her eyes as shame washed over her. She waited until she was sure Jairo had walked away. She stayed longer than needed, trying to keep herself together before stepping out, grabbing her shoes and bag quickly. Jayden watched her rush toward the door. He reached out and grabbed her arm. “We need to talk…” “There’s nothing to talk about.” she yanked her hand away, her eyes sharp with embarrassment. “What happened last night shouldn’t have happened. We will treat it as if nothing happened.” she turned

Jayden’s recovery was painfully slow. Each day is dragged by with only tiny signs of improvement. Meanwhile, Mira’s condition worsened. She had delayed proper treatment for far too long, relying only on basic painkillers and medications she could get her hands on. The cancer spread too fast, too aggressively. Now she was at the final stage, and the doctors didn’t know if she would survive much longer. Jairo felt like the world was collapsing around him. He had no one to share the burden with. Every time he looked at Jayden lying there, weak and often drifting into dark talks about death, a cold fear wrapped around his heart. And when he looked at Mira, barely conscious most days, breathing carefully like every inhale hurt… he felt helpless. These were the two people he loved the most. He wished he could trade places with them, take their pain, anything to stop what was happening. Weeks turned into months like a long nightmare. The longer he waited, the deeper his fear dug into him.

Jairo went to Kara’s room after taking a shower. The moment he stepped inside, he slipped an arm around her waist from behind on the bed. She pushed him away with her elbow, forcing him to let go and the corner of his lips lifted in a quiet chuckle.“I’m willing to talk now,” he murmured as he leaned in and lightly bit her earlobe. She nudged him harder this time, and he groaned at the impact, though he kept laughing under his breath, despite what he was really feeling inside.“I’m not going to say sorry. You can clearly see I want to be alone.”Jairo didn’t reply. Instead, he wrapped his hand around her waist again, holding her tighter. She shut her eyes and sighed, frustrated. “Eloise was my course mate back in college. Apparently she liked me all those years, but I only found out after our engagement when the whole mess started,” he paused. “She saw you once… at the hospital when you came to visit.”Kara unwillingly turned sharply to face him, eyes widening. “Hospital?”He nodded.

Kara had just stepped out of the hospital, heading toward the parking lot, when she froze. A familiar woman stood ahead, and the moment their eyes met, the woman’s expression soured with a deep scowl. Kara’s heart dropped. Of all people she hoped she wouldn’t run into today, why should it be this woman? “I didn’t expect to see you here,” the woman said in a sharp tone as she walked closer. Kara let out a slow breath, bracing herself. “It blew up. There’s nothing else I can tell you,” she replied quietly, trying to walk past. But Grace grabbed her wrist and yanked her back. “And why didn’t you contact me then?” she demanded through clenched teeth. A few people slowed down, curious eyes darting their way. Kara hated the attention, especially the one tied to situations like this. She pulled her hand slightly but didn’t fight back. Silence stretched between them and it only made Grace’s anger burn hotter. Salvatore had been on her neck since she wasn't able to feed him information o

The week ended smoothly, and Charlotte and Desmond were expecting Kara to come spend the weekend with them in the countryside. Kara had told them she would be bringing someone along, and the couple happily agreed. Jairo and Kara arrived together. Kara wore denim blue boyfriend jeans, a white tank top, white sneakers, and an open sweater that showed her tank top underneath. She wore the bracelet Jairo had given her, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, her makeup was light, and she carried a fancy white bag. Jairo kept it simple with a black shirt and blue jeans. Both of them had their shades on as they stepped out of the car. The sun was bright, and Kara looked toward the small house waiting ahead. Charlotte and Desmond were already outside. The moment they saw Kara, their smiles brightened and they rushed to hug her. “Hi, dear,” Charlotte said while hugging her. When they pulled back, Kara removed her shades. “I’m so happy to see you both again. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out o