Todos los capítulos de His Mafia princess : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Jason hadn’t slept. Not really. His apartment—his fortress—felt heavier at night, the air thick with silence and whiskey. Glasses lined the shelves like silent witnesses. Papers cluttered his desk, marked with smudged notes, maps, and the kind of numbers only someone with blood on their hands could love. But tonight, he didn’t care about the numbers.The city hummed beyond the glass—sirens, distant engines, the faint echo of lives he couldn’t touch. And in that darkness, he felt her absence more than anything else.Emily.Her name was a weight, a thorn, a fire he couldn’t contain. He had thought he could handle silence, control, distance. He was wrong. Every night, every hour spent away from her clawed at him. And tonight, he felt that pull stronger than ever.The knock came soft, deliberate. He didn’t need to ask who it was. Adriana moved through doors like smoke, deliberate, dangerous, beautiful.“Jason,” she said, her voice velvet and steel, sliding across the silence like a blade.

The estate was quiet—too quiet. Too much like the calm before a storm. Jason moved through the halls with the precision of a man who had never allowed chaos to touch his life and yet was painfully aware that some storms couldn’t be controlled.The message from Plu had arrived hours earlier, wrapped in urgency: “Northern territories shifting. Enemies moving in. Loyalty uncertain.” Jason had already planned countermeasures, dispatched men, and sent coded orders. But none of it mattered in the quiet of the night, when the only battle that truly haunted him was inside these walls.Emily.He found her sitting by the balcony, the city lights reflecting in her eyes like fractured stars. The wind lifted strands of her hair, brushing her cheeks, soft and untamed. He stopped, unsure if he wanted to speak or simply watch her.“Jason,” she said softly, voice hesitant. “I… I can’t do this. I don’t know what I want anymore.”He took a step closer, every movement measured, every breath deliberate. “

The city was alive with danger, even as dawn crept across the skyline. In the northern territories, Jason’s empire was being tested in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Plu’s whispers of rebellion were no longer whispers—they had become coordinated movements, a challenge to everything Jason had built.Jason stood in his office, overlooking the city. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the latest intelligence reports. Men had disappeared, shipments had been intercepted, and allies were being swayed by promises of power.He poured himself a drink, letting the amber liquid burn as a temporary balm. But there was one problem that no strategy could solve: Emily.Her absence, her doubt, her heart leaning toward someone else—Peter—was a threat he could not neutralize with money, influence, or force.Emily, meanwhile, had been kept awake by her own conflicted thoughts. Peter had remained by her side during the late hours, silent, watchful, protective. Every time she looked at him, she felt the

The northern territories were aflame—not just with the literal fire of rebellion, but with treachery, fear, and greed. Plu’s rebellion had evolved into something far deadlier than Jason had anticipated: assassination attempts, sabotaged supply lines, and whispered betrayals at every corner.Jason stood in his office, hands pressed against the polished desk, jaw tight. The reports piled up, each one a fresh threat, each one a reminder that his control over the empire was fragile. Yet, amidst all the chaos, his thoughts were consumed by the same one thing he had been trying to avoid for weeks: Emily.Emily had been kept in the estate, technically safe, but she felt anything but. The quiet corridors of the mansion were suffocating, trapping her between two men who held her heart in different ways. Peter had stayed close, protective, silent—but there was a longing in his eyes she couldn’t ignore.“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, pacing the moonlit gardens again. “I… I can’t choos

The estate had never felt heavier. Every corridor, every shadow, every flickering light seemed charged with tension. Jason’s empire teetered on the edge of rebellion, Plu’s forces still testing the boundaries of his power. But none of that mattered as much as the storm inside Jason’s walls—the storm named Emily.He had given orders, moved troops, neutralized threats, and yet nothing could shield him from the one vulnerability he had never learned to defend: love.Emily wandered the moonlit gardens for the last time that night, her heart a battlefield. Peter had stayed near, silent, protective, waiting for a sign she might lean on him, a sign that she might surrender to the quiet safety he offered.“I… I can’t do this,” she whispered to herself. Her fingers traced the cold stone of the fountain. “I can’t choose. I can’t decide who I am with… or who I want to be.”Peter approached slowly, careful. “Emily… you have to stop pretending for anyone. Not for Jason. Not for me. Just… be honest