บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

It was a lie. I didn’t graduate from Computer Science, and I never studied Cybersecurity either. Levi didn’t know that, of course—but he would someday. He already suspected my skills… he just didn’t want to hurt my feelings. Instead of questioning me, he simply ordered one of the offices to be emptied for me, gave me space, and walked out—choosing to rely on “professionals” while letting me pretend I was one of them. I sat in front of the laptop, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Then I turned it on—not to fix anything, not really, just to act—because the real work wasn’t on the laptop. I grabbed my phone from my purse, logged into my Serafina I* account, and started typing quickly. [I need your help!] Then I waited… Seconds stretched into minutes. My legs bounced under the desk, restless, my nails digging into my palm. Then the message was marked seen. My breath hitched. The reply came almost immediately. [Serafina! Nice to hear from you. It’s been a long time.] This

I took another step forward, raising my chin higher to look into his eyes.I raised my finger and pressed it against his temple. “I’m stronger than the image you have in your head of me, Luca,” I said, forcing down any feelings I might still have for him except for disdain. “More stubborn than your pride. I’m not just surviving anymore.” I smirked. “Maybe I’m dangerous too. Maybe, in the end, your family was right—and I was nothing but a copy of my biological mother.”He grabbed my finger tightly, enough to hurt, but I didn’t flinch. “What do you actually want right now, Mila?” he asked, his teeth clenched. “Control? Revenge? Love? Possession? I can give you all of that.”I searched his eyes. ‘That is the last thing I want, Luca. You would never know or understand what I want,’ I answered iny head.I sniffed. “Maybe those are your ambitions—and they’re just a drop compared to mine. I know my real value.”I walked past him, picked up the bottle of wine from the coffee table, and poure

Levi The warm sea breeze played with her beautiful hair as she stepped out of her car. Her charming smile grew wider the moment she spotted me, and my heart warmed at the sight. When I got her call earlier today, I was thrilled to accept her offer for the trip. I postponed every important meeting and deal, and rushed to prepare the yacht. “Hi,” I greeted them, kissing Mila on the cheek. “You look beautiful.” She always looked beautiful. She sized me up and down, then smiled. “You look good too.” I ruffled Angelo’s hair. “Hi, little buddy.” But he avoided me and stood behind Mila. “He’s not very social,” Mila said, smiling apologetically. On the contrary, the boy smiled at every passerby who smiled at him. But I didn’t comment. I knew I had to earn his trust and respect if I wanted to be his father. Once the yacht started moving, he became more relaxed, playing around in the safe area. “I have two plans,” I began as I turned on the engine. “We can enjoy the day here under th

MilaNo one could ever guess what life would bring to them, or what it might turn them into.My eyes widened when Levi said that the pregnant woman was his wife—I wasn’t shocked because we were almost getting engaged, or because we were supposed to be in a relationship.From my background, this happened all the time. Mafia men could cheat on their wives, have affairs, and even get engaged to another woman while already married—all for the sake of benefits and family alliances.But in Levi’s case, I had never thought he was capable of cheating, manipulating, or mistreating his already pregnant wife, while being so good to a woman carrying another man’s child.Yet the look on his face made me hold back from jumping to conclusions or judging him.He was just twenty-six, and I had never imagined he would be married.“So,” I said, glancing at the pregnant woman who was watching us from afar. “You’re married?”A strange heaviness settled in my chest. Not pain… not anger. Just something unco

Luca I tapped my fingers in a slow rhythm against my desk, my eyes following Marco as he paced across my office, his phone glued to his ear. I leaned back in my chair, watching him for the past half hour. “Fck, Consigliere Fabian,” he snapped, his eyes gleaming with anger. “What do you mean the other families are not happy? Since when do they get a say after Il Don?” “Capo, please…” Consigliere Fabian’s voice came through the speaker, strained, clearly not liking the way Marco had been handling things lately. “This will create a gap between us and our allied families.” I exhaled slowly, my gaze darkening. The rumors about his involvement with the Malakhov family’s daughter… I hoped they were just rumors. This family was one of the most powerful branches of the Russkaya Mafiya. We had been in a cold war with the Russians for decades—the only language between us was blood and death. Any personal relationship or business with them was considered a betrayal to La Cosa Nostr