Semua Bab Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The next two days, Jairo stayed busy with setting up his new house. Kara had resumed to work but he hadn't revealed himself as her boss. He made sure her room matched her favorite color. Now, for the first time in a long while, he was looking forward to seeing her. Two days felt like a week. Back when they were dating, he was usually the one who cooked for them. Doing it again now brought back that old, quiet happiness; the kind that came from caring for someone you truly loved. He packed the food neatly into a pink lunchbox, then left for the company. Arriving, his employees threw curious glances at him. Not because of the lunchbox but his presence. Jairo visits his company only when he had a meeting to attend — the important ones his PA can't represent him with or Donald. He reached the office he and Kara will be sharing, his heart pounded. He didn't bother knocking and just opened the door. Kara was at her desk, going through some files. Her head turned to the door when it ope

The next morning, Kara woke up early and decided to make breakfast. She noticed how the kitchen was spotless, every utensil neatly arranged and the fridge was well stocked. So far, living here wasn’t as unbearable as she thought it would be. It was in fact quiet. She was still cooking when she heard slow, heavy footsteps behind her. She turned around. Jairo stood there in dark joggers and a black hoodie, his hair slightly messy, his face calm but sharper in the morning light. The casual clothes somehow made him look even more striking. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Kara’s chest tightened slightly before averting her gaze. “Good morning,” he said first, the corner of his lips twitching slightly. “Morning,” she replied, biting her inside lip before recalling something. “Did you take medicine last night?” He hummed in response even when he did not. He walked past her and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge. Tilting his head back, he drank slowly before tu

Kara stepped out of the dressing room for the third time, her patience already thin, “This is the last one I'm trying on. I like this and I'm paying for it myself.” she said sharply.Jairo sat quietly, but his eyes ran down the length of the gown. It was a blue satin dress with beads glittering across the sleeves and chest.“Too casual.” he said flatly, giving his verdict as he met her gaze. She shook her head. “Nowhere in the contract does it say I have to parade in front of you like a mannequin because I'm your PA. I have gowns I could wear if you want me to look polished beside you.”Jairo only sighed, standing up without looking bothered by her tone. The dress had a tiny strap, the last thing he wants was men ogling at her at the event. He got to her front, Kara was about to move aside when he stopped her by grabbing her waist, firmly, which surprised her before he helped her to hang back the strap that fell over her shoulder.The young attendant in the corner turned red and qui

Kara's gasps for air were muffled as she struggled beneath him. Their ragged breathing synchronized, then he finally loosened his grip on her wrist, pulling away, his warm breath dancing across her face. But she shoved him hard the second she was free. “What the fvck was that?” she barked, tears welling in her eyes. The look on her face was a stab to Jairo's chest. He knew he had crossed the line. Yet in his mind, it was her fault too. Why did she have to bite her lip like that? Why did she have to look so tempting? He had been starving himself of women for years. His control was bound to snap. Kara continued shouting, “I didn't betray you, did I? Even though you're an asshole, I would never liaise with your rivals to ruin you. Just a fvcking damn address and you forcefully kissed me and made me look vulnerable. Do I look that weak to you?” her tears kept gushing out. She felt disgusted. “Wanna know why I'm doing this?” Jairo shot back, staring intently into her eyes. Kara gri

Kara was just returning to the table when the room shifted. Eloise just walked in looking breathtakingly gorgeous. All the men in the hall shamelessly stared at her, just like women had stared at Jairo earlier.She wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress had a daring slit that showed off her flawless legs, and glittering stones traced the neckline, catching every light in the room. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, and her lips were painted in a shade of red that made her look even more striking. She moved with the kind of confidence that made people stop whatever they were doing.Whispers about her broken engagement with Jairo spread in the air. Kara remained in place, her eyes following Eloise's movement. Somehow, she didn’t want Eloise mistaking her for being Jairo's date tonight so she didn't return to her seat. The last thing she wanted was Eloise looking at her with disgust. She couldn't understand why she feels this way toward