Todos os capítulos de Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Kara stepped into the house, still sniffling, wiping at her damp cheeks with the back of her hand. She stopped her in her tracks, noticing the tension that filled the air. An older woman stood in the middle of the room, her apron still on, tears running down her face. Beside her, a tall man, probably the butler, was trying his best to calm her, his hand gently patting her arms. At the sound of the door, they both turned their gazes to her. Her body stiffened under their stares. Before she could even open her mouth, a guard in dark shades appeared from behind. “Il signor Vitale la portò.” his voice clipped and commanding. [Mr. Vitale brought her.] Kara’s head turned toward him quickly, noticing his thick Italian accent. His tone was so firm that the two immediately seemed to relax a little, as if the simple statement explained everything. He left just as quickly, leaving Kara with the strangers. “Entra, signora,” the butler said, stepping closer politely. She lifted her hand awk

For days, Jairo didn’t return to the house. His focus was split between handling his shipment and investigating Mateo’s sponsors. He refused to rest, even though his body was still healing. Donald had told him Kara was barely eating, that she spent most of her days locked away, her strength slipping little by little. At the news, Jairo’s heart clenched. He hated that she was hurting herself again. He knew her well enough to know that her stubbornness was only a mask. Beneath it, she was fragile, breakable in ways she would never admit out loud.He wanted to see her, to tell her to stop doing this to herself, but he stayed away. His wounds were still fresh and he didn’t want her to see him hurt. So instead, he gave instructions to Brie and Smith to watch her closely, make sure she was okay.Meanwhile, at the hospital, Luci was improving steadily. Each day she looked stronger, though her walls against Jairo remained as high as ever...At the house, Kara sat at the dining table, stari

His jaw tightened but still forced a nod, the word scraping past his throat. “Yeah.”It was barely a breath. His hands rubbed along her arms slowly, trying to soothe her, but it was more for him than for her. There was no warmth in her eyes. Only resolve. Cold and steady. The flowers in his hand suddenly felt heavy and useless. She didn’t reach for them, she knew this wasn’t an apology. He hadn’t brought them as a man begging for forgiveness. He had brought them because he thought she would accept them and, like a fool, melt back into him.He sighed, turning away to set the flowers on her bedside table, pretending his gift not being appreciated didn’t cut him.“I brought your phone.” he added.She watched as he placed the phone beside the flowers, relief rushed through her chest but it didn’t stop her from staring at him more intently. Why hadn’t he mentioned it yet?“When are we leaving?” she finally asked, crossing her arms. He stepped closer to hold her hands again, rubbing his thu

“I’m so glad you came. I missed you so much,” Luci purred, her arms tightened around Eloise, pouting.Eloise hugged her back, breathing in the familiar scent of the girl’s hair. A pang of guilt pressed in her chest. “I’m so sorry, honey. Work kept me so busy. I didn’t mean not to come see you getting better.”Luci pulled back with a frown, her little nose scrunched. “So you chose your work over me?” she asked, pretending to be annoyed.Eloise cupped her cheeks. “Of course not, silly. You know I would never do that. You’re more important than anything.” her voice cracked slightly, her eyes flicking unconsciously toward the kitchen. She caught a glimpse of the other woman standing there, their eyes and she stared longer.She looked oddly familiar but before she could recall anything, she had turned her face away.Luci didn’t notice. She had already taken Eloise’s hand and was tugging her toward the stairs. “Come on, let’s go to my room. We have so much to talk about.”Before Eloise coul

The next morning, she slipped into a plain black gown. It was the only thing that matched the heaviness inside her. She looked at herself in the mirror, pressing her lips together before heading downstairs.When she reached the dining room, she stopped for a moment. Luci was already there, sitting quietly in her own black dress. Even Jairo had chosen black, though he paired it with blue jeans. None of them spoke much during breakfast. Luci kept her eyes on her plate, refusing to engage, while Kara forced herself to eat even though her stomach twisted with unease.After they were done eating, she was surprised to see Luci following them to the car. She hadn’t expected the girl to join them in wherever Jairo was dragging them today, but she was relieved that she wouldn't be alone with him. She sat silently as he drove, her hands twisting in her lap, her thoughts chasing themselves. Luci leaned against the window, her face blank but her eyes were still slightly puffy. She had cried herse