Semua Bab Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Bab 161 - Bab 170

The weight check was the first thing on the schedule. They stood in a line along the back wall of the agency, waiting their turn while the nutritionist moved down with her clipboard. Kara stood beside Elira, coincidentally, both of them quiet and pretending not to be nervous.When Kara stepped on the scale, the number was acceptable. Not remarkable, but the nutritionist nodded and moved on without comment, which felt like a small victory.Elira stepped up next and exhaled through her nose when the result came in slightly over."I knew it," she muttered under her breath as she stepped off.Kara didn't want to talk, having been warned by her boyfriend. But she felt Elira's words were directed to her, it would be bad not to say a word."It's not bad," she finally offered.Elira adjusted her jacket and fell back into step beside her. "It's not good either. My brother dropped off pastries last night and I have zero self-control around food when I'm stressed."Kara smiled, saying nothing.

“Is he Luci's boyfriend?”He didn't know why he asked that. His neice had suddenly stopped dressing flamboyantly, and she had been mentioning that name in anything he asks her. He recalled that he was the one who helped her get information about Edward.There was a short silence on the line before Edward answered, unsure. “I don’t know. But he’s always the one telling her things… like about me. That’s how we started talking more.”He leaned back, his thoughts sharpening. Boys are distractions and he didn't want such distraction for her.“All right. Focus on your studies.” “I will,” Edward replied obediently.“I will let you know when we’re coming.”“Okay, sir.”He ended the call, lowering the phone slowly. His expression turned thoughtful again. Then he sighed, picked up his pen and returned to the papers in front of him...Marco Vescari entered the room first. He was a measured man, older than his last son by thirty years but nothing like him in temperament. He moved and Stuart fo

Luci sat on her desk, working on her school assignments. The house had gone quiet, and her mind kept replaying what happened downstairs with Emilia. The fear on her face, and the sound of it. It had shaken her more than she wanted to admit.She sighed, trying to focus back on her assignments when Ann called her. She answered before the second ring, standing up and going to lay on the bed. The call was about Ann leaving soon, they both expressed themselves before the call ended with Luci feeling sad. She closed her eyes briefly, her arms stretched out with the phone screen on. She kept thinking about how many things were changing around her.Just then, there was a knock on her door. She remained there for a second longer before pushing herself up sluggishly and went to open the door.Alejandro stood there. Her heart skipped. Her brows shot up in surprise, covering up her expression.“It's late. What are you…” she began, but before she could continue, he gently placed a finger on her

She arrived at the agency as usual. She greeted a few of the girls and went straight to the assessment room where they always checked their weight and measurements at the start of the week.But the moment she stepped inside, she knew something was off. Victoria and a familiar staff were usually the one in charge of assessments, but she wasn’t there. Instead, another staff stood near the scale with a clipboard in her hand, her expression cold and unreadable.She frowned slightly but didn’t say anything. She stepped onto the scale when she was told to. The staff looked at the number, then wrote something down.“You gained one kilogram over the weekend,” she said sharply.Kara blinked in surprise. “One kilogram?”The staff looked at her like she had committed a serious crime. “As if you don't know how you ate over the weekend. This is the second assessment period and you're already struggling with discipline.”She was confused. She hadn't even had breakfast yet. “I followed my diet…”“Cl

The political gathering was full of important people in expensive suits, quiet conversations flowing between them. Cameras flashed from time to time, and soft music played in the background. It looked like a celebration, but for Salvatore, it was the night everything slipped from his hands.He stood among the politicians and businessmen, listening as the final announcement was made. When his name was not read out among those retaining their seats, he already knew. His seat was gone. The decision was official.People around him pretended not to stare, but he could feel their silent judgment and hidden satisfaction. Some of them had smiled at him earlier. Now those same people avoided his gaze.He sat with his expression undisturbed while the room moved around him. But inside, he was furious. The anger burned in his chest like fire. After years of power, control, and fear he had built around his name, now it was gone because of one person.His own son.A poison to his life.His jaw ti