All Chapters of Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jairo arrived at the office with a restless mind and Donald didn’t waste any time filling him in on everything he had uncovered. The woman and her family lived not too far from the city. Their house address had already been secured. The boy Jairo had seen earlier turned out to be a student at Luci’s school, which didn’t surprise him in the least. The husband’s name was Anton, the woman was Victoria and the boy was their youngest son, Edward.In the middle of their discussion, Donald mentioned Eva to be the name of the woman they found with Salvatore. And that she was in Italy.Jairo intended to brush past that detail and focus solely on reuniting Kara with her foster parents. That was his new goal at the moment. But for some reason, the name refused to leave his thoughts. He instructed Donald to dig deeper into everything connected to Eva while he personally focused on Kara’s foster parents. Not long after, his phone buzzed with a message from Luci, informing him that school had clo

Eva sat on the edge of the bed, a book resting on her thighs. Her fingers held the pages open but she hadn’t read a word for minutes. Her mind was elsewhere.A soft knock came at the door and she stiffened out of habit. When a lighter, hesitant knock followed, her body relaxed slightly. She knew that knock.The door opened and Kaicus stepped inside, carrying a tray. Relief washed over her, loosening the tightness in her chest.“Hi,” she said, a small smile slipping out before she realized it. Kaicus returned it and the familiar exchange played out between them.His eyes lingered briefly on her throat, ensuring she had swallowed her pills before offering the candy as usual. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, she bolted upright and rushed to the bathroom. She shoved her fingers deep down her throat, gagging hard enough to force herself to vomit the pills.She stared down at the pills in the sink, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. Since the last time she threw up

“So that’s all,” Luci said, giggling as she finished her narration.Kara stayed quiet, her face blank. She didn’t know who Edward Jones was and she didn’t want to interrupt or ask the wrong question. She was simply listening as she observed the way Luci’s eyes shone with excitement.“You did great,” Jairo finally said, clearly pleased. He reached out and rubbed her hair and her smile widened instantly at the praise. “How was school today?”“It was great,” she replied eagerly. “I really worked hard to get that information with the help of that guy you saw with me.”His expression shifted slightly. “What’s his name?”“Miguel Callaway.”He nodded once, filing the name away in his mind. “Okay. About the party, you’re free to attend but Andro will pick you up by ten p.m. No sleeping over.”Luci nodded quickly, clearly satisfied with that arrangement. Without wasting another second, she turned and skipped out of the room, her energy bright and carefree.Jairo watched her go, a small smile l

“So,” she glanced around, “first big party. Thoughts?” “Too loud. Too crowded. But… interesting.” he replied honestly. “Interesting is polite for chaos.” “Exactly.” Miguel returned then, holding two drinks. He handed one to Luci with a small smile. “You disappeared.” “Five seconds.” Edward’s eyes flicked to the cup in her hand. “You drink?” She looked at the cup like it had personally offended her. “Not really.” Miguel raised a brow. “Not really?” She shot him a look. “Okay. Once.” Edward leaned in slightly. “Once?” She lowered her voice like she was sharing classified information. “My uncle confiscated my phone for two months. I was miserable so I drank out of spite.” Edward winced. “That’s rough.” “It was in secret though,” she added. Edward laughed, genuinely this time. “Nothing stays secret in my family.” “Protective?” “Very. They know when I breathe differently.” “Wow, they are really protective.” Luci muttered, even though she knows what it feels like. It's usua

Luci woke up to the harsh brightness flooding the room. The side of her neck throbbed as she shifted, a sharp ache forcing a low groan out of her throat. Her vision blurred while she slowly pushed herself upright on the soft bed beneath her.She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting as she took in the space around her. The room was too large, everything in it looked expensive, cold and untouched, like no one truly lived there. Her gaze drifted to a wide glass window across the room. It was dull from her side, telling her immediately that it was tinted from the outside.She swallowed hard.It looks like a villa. Surely a villa.Her feet touched the cold floor and she hissed softly, steadying herself as another wave of pain shot through her neck. She checked the room quickly, panic creeping in when she realized her bag was gone. She moved to the window and peered down, her stomach sinking when she realized she was on the top floor. There was no balcony. No escape.The bathroom was ju