บททั้งหมดของ Wrong Sister Claimed By The Mafia King : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Donald had men take the suspect to the basement before he hailed a taxi back to the hotel. When he arrived, he saw Eloise about to check out.She froze the moment her eyes met his. Surprise flashed across her face to see that he was back again, then her face quickly softening into a small, hopeful smile.“Came back for me?” she asked softly, stepping aside and opening the door wider for him.Donald didn’t return her smile. His face was cold and unreadable, his gaze sharp as a blade. She tried to move in for a hug but he stepped back.Her lips formed into a pout, “You left me alone when I wasn't completely back to my senses. I could have died, Donald.” she did a puppy face that once made Donald waver, but not anymore.“I need Mateo’s location,” he said flatly.Her heart skipped a beat. His tone was colder than she had ever heard before.“Mateo?” she repeated, blinking in fake confusion. “Who’s that?”Donald’s disappointment showed in the tightening of his jaw. She was still pretending.

Jairo stood near the bed, watching quietly as Dr. Santiago examined Kara. The doctor could feel his stare and couldn’t help wondering who the young woman was to him. He had been the family’s private doctor for years, and the only person Jairo ever fussed about when sick was his little niece. Never even worried about himself.Kara, sensing Jairo’s eyes on her, tried to act calm. When he looked away to take a call, she leaned toward the doctor and whispered, “I’m fine, really. Just give me some vitamins, that’s all I need.”The doctor gave her a knowing smile but didn’t argue. He finished his examination and excused himself with a polite nod before leaving the room.As soon as the door shut, Jairo returned to her side. “How are you feeling now?” he asked gently.“I feel much better,” she replied with a small smile before swallowing the vitamins the doctor had given her.He studied her face for a moment, then nodded. “You should rest,” he said softly, brushing her hair off her forehead b

The room was silent after Don Leonid and his grandson left. She quietly gathered the scattered files from the table, her hands trembling slightly. Jairo watched her in silence. He could tell from her expression that she had figured it out. When he reached to touch her hand, she flinched and pulled away, turning to face him sharply. Her lashes were wet with unshed tears, her eyes red and heavy with disbelief. “Don? Made men? King?” she asked, her voice trembling as her chest rose and fell. The words barely came out. Her heart felt like it was cracking open from the weight of it all. “I brought you here because I didn’t want to hide things from you.” “But you did hide things, Jairo,” she said defensively. “You let me walk right into your world without warning me what it really was. Now tell me, what am I supposed to do with these feelings after learning all this?” her lips trembled with quiet sobs. “Do nothing, love,” he whispered. His voice softened, full of that dangerous

Mateo and Eloise didn’t take chances. They knew Jairo too well to underestimate him. That was why they set up two meeting points, a decoy and a real one, just to make sure the Mafia wouldn’t pull any stunts. When Jairo and Kara arrived, a bus was already waiting for them. Several armed men stepped forward, their expressions cold and watchful. “Drop your weapons,” one of them ordered. Jairo slowly raised his arms. His dark eyes as sharp as blades, swept over each man. They frisked him for any hidden weapon and when one of them tried to get close to Kara, one cold glare from him that held authority was enough to make them falter. Kara was on pins and needles since they got here. Relived she wasn't searched, they were guided inside the bus. Her hands rested on her lap but she could feel her heart pounding through her palms. The road stretched endlessly until the bus finally stopped at an old farmland; deserted with tall wild grass swaying around it and an eerie stillness in the air.

The morning light slipped through the curtains, warm and soft against Kara’s skin. She stirred, a faint hum escaping her lips before she realized she wasn’t alone. An arm rested firmly around her waist, holding her close. The touch was protective and familiar. She shifted slightly and turned to see Jairo's face close to hers. His hair was tousled, falling across his forehead. He looked peaceful, almost boyish in his sleep, the sharp edges of his usual composure softened. It was the first time she had seen him so deeply asleep, appearing utterly tranquil. The lingering anxiety she carried lifted at the sight of him holding her so tightly in his embrace. Unable to resist, she reached up and brushed the strand of hair away from his face. Her fingertips hovered for a second, and then she let them trace the outline of his brow, the line of his nose, the faint stubble on his jaw, then paused on his lips. They were parted slightly, full and curved just enough to make her pulse quicken. A