บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King’s Deadly Love: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Vivienne’s POVI’d loved Kael for years. Even after I learned just how cold and distant he could be. I told myself that if I loved him, I had to love all of him. And if he was already cold to me, he’d be colder to everyone else. That I was still special.I couldn’t be more wrong.Luckily, the fate had given me a second chance. Screw his cold love or distance.After moving out, I don’t even have to talk to him from now on. My lawyer can handle everything. And the divorce terms are generous—Kael won’t lose a thing. I doubt he’ll refuse.All that’s left is to pack my things from what used to be our home.I hailed a cab, heading back to the house that once felt like hope and love. Now it looked like a tomb—cold, silent, heavy with loss.…When I stepped in, the maid froze at the sight of me. In my last life, I’d been traveling with friends at this time; she wasn’t expecting me home.“Mrs. Throne, you’re back early. Should I inform Mr. Throne and prepare dinner for you two, like always?”

Vivienne’s POVHis hand froze.We both turned. At the door, Nyssa stood with a pistol raised. Her arms shook, her voice trembled, but her aim never wavered.“Now get off her and step away.”The man lifted his hands in mock surrender, lips curling into a lazy smile. “Relax. It’s business. I already paid a hundred.”“Business?” Nyssa’s voice cracked with fury. “Since when did rape become business? Can’t you see she’s being forced?”I had never seen her so furious, so wild. “Vivienne, are you okay? Can you move?”“Yes,” I managed, my voice a broken stammer. I pushed to my feet, smoothed down my dress, but my knees gave out.I was about to fall when Nyssa rushed to me, one arm wrapping firm around my waist. “It’s all right. I’ve got you.”The man lunged.Nyssa was too busy holding me to swing the pistol back in time. His shadow loomed, the blow about to fall. Instinct made me throw myself in front of Nyssa, to shield her. Next second, Nyssa twisted her arm, aimed, and—Bang.The shot ran

Vivienne’s POVA year passed, and my new life in England couldn’t have been more perfect.Lisa’s father saw potential in me, and before long I was sitting at his table, helping with their family’s wine business. Different industry, same kind of clients—before it had been mafia brats; now it was billionaire brats. Tomato, tomato.But no matter how polished the days felt, the past never fully erased. I had lived two lives, both nearly ruined. Except this time, I’d escaped in time. I wasn’t rotting in Kael’s basement. I wasn’t dead.That was already better.And Nyssa—she’d given birth to the sweetest little boy. He had her same bright smile, the kind that softened every room he was in.This fall, Nyssa enrolled in the local college, determined to keep studying even with a newborn in her arms.“Take it easy, girl. You’ll wear yourself out,” I warned gently.But Nyssa only winked at me, playful, almost childlike. “That’s why I’ve got you—my son’s godmother. If I get too busy, he’ll still h

Vivienne’s POVKael’s head whipped around. His eyes went wide. “Nyssa!”She smiled at me first, soft and fleeting, before fixing her gaze back on him. “Why do you always need someone else to blame for your mistakes? Why is it so impossible for you to admit the truth—that the only monster here is you?”“I’m the monster?” Kael gave a low, incredulous laugh. “Vivienne, sure, I’d expect her to say that. But you? Tell me, Nyssa—what have I ever done to hurt you?”Nyssa’s steps quickened, her words sharp and sure. “First, you lied about everything. You made me the unknowing third wheel in your marriage. Second, you ignored me—again and again. I told you Vivienne was my friend, and still, you chose to hurt her. And then you wanted to use me as your excuse for every mistake? No. I won’t let you.”Her voice broke. “And third—you never respected either of us. Not me. Not Nyssa. To you, we were just accessories.” I added, my voice like glass. “If you respected me enough, you would have never che