All Chapters of Phantom Syndicate: Undercover Wife To The Mafia Trillionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Geraldine’s Point of ViewMy eyes widened as I froze on the spot, staring at Manang. How long had she been standing there?“M-Manang, since when have you been there?”She didn’t answer immediately, only looked at me with sharp eyes. I bit my lip and quickly glanced at Mike, nudging him with my elbow. He turned toward me, frowning in confusion.“This is your fault! You were being too flirty!” I whispered harshly to him.He blinked in surprise, pointing at himself as if I had just accused him of murder.“What? Me?”“Yes, you! You’re the flirt here, tsk. Manang, whatever you heard just now is fake news. It isn’t true at all.”I lowered my head in embarrassment. How was I going to get out of this mess?But then, Manang spoke, her tone calm yet full of certainty. “I have known from the beginning, Madame. You are the lady of this mansion.”Her words made me freeze, my chest tightening as I slowly raised my eyes to meet hers.“W-What? So from the very first time you saw me, you already knew

Third Person’s Point of ViewRafayel walked steadily through the dimly lit garden, instantly sensing the movement behind him. Only four men were trailing him now. In a sudden, precise motion, he struck the face of the first one who lunged forward. His fists were quick, his movements sharp and silent.He carefully gauged the noise. He couldn’t allow Girlie to hear any of this chaos—she was sound asleep.“Keep your mouth in silence,” he muttered coldly, his voice as dangerous as his strike.Another man rushed from behind, but Rafayel’s boot found his face before he could even raise a weapon. He knew he couldn’t draw his gun—if he fired, the sound would surely awaken her. And he would never allow her peaceful rest to be disturbed.One by one, the men fell. Their bodies hit the ground with muffled thuds, unconscious and motionless. Rafayel exhaled deeply, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the fight. He reached for his phone and dialed the guards.“Come to the garden. Now. You’ve got

Geraldine’s Point of ViewI finally spotted a pair of matching pajamas, and they looked so cute! I couldn’t resist, so I grabbed them—a simple white tank top and shorts set. I decided to wait for him to finish showering since, honestly, the bathroom was far from the guest rooms anyway.While waiting, I let my eyes roam around the entire bedroom. I wanted to familiarize myself with the space before I began investigating. I needed to know every corner, every detail. But I couldn’t take the risk of being caught snooping just yet.A soft yawn escaped me. I’d been fighting off sleep for hours, only forced awake because of that infuriating man. My body was begging for rest. Eventually, I leaned against the sofa, my eyelids heavy, until sleep finally claimed me.---Third Person’s Point of ViewMike stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand as he dried his hair. His brows furrowed when he noticed the unusual silence filling the room. He scanned the area and soon found Gerry fast asleep on t

Geraldine’s Point of ViewWe walked in silence, my footsteps trailing after Sir Kenzo’s. I couldn’t help but feel excitement bubble in my chest at the thought of finally stepping inside the library. Books! Endless shelves of stories, wisdom, and knowledge. It was like a dream for me.Suddenly, his deep voice broke the silence.“True wisdom is not measured by how much you know, but by your ability to grow and learn from what you do not know. Tell me, what does that mean?”I nearly stumbled. Seriously? He’s testing me with a deep quote while we’re walking? My mind spun as I analyzed his words carefully. After a few moments of thought, I finally spoke.“That quote emphasizes that genuine learning goes beyond simply collecting knowledge. True wisdom lies in recognizing the limits of what you know and being open to growth through new experiences. It highlights humility—because acknowledging what you don’t know creates space for self-improvement and discovery.”I let out a small sigh after

Geraldine’s Point of ViewI swallowed hard when I saw how serious he was about what he had just said. If that happened, my work here would fall apart. Nothing would be easy for me anymore.With a deep sigh, I grabbed his phone, sat on his lap, and wrapped my arms around his neck.“Honey, I’m sorry. Okay, fine, I’ll make it up to my husband. I promise I’ll be a good wife to you.”“I hope you’ll actually fulfill what you’re saying, and not just leave it as empty words.”I gave him a bright smile and nodded eagerly, almost like a child promising to behave.“Kiss me,” he suddenly said, his voice firm. “On the lips.”My eyes widened. Did I hear that right?“You don’t want to?”Before I could even process it, he muttered, “Fine!” and pushed me off his lap. I stumbled to my feet, lips pouting, while he calmly continued eating as though nothing had happened.“Let’s not divorce, okay?” I said softly, almost pleading. “I’ll do everything for you.”He didn’t answer. He simply kept eating.“Uhmm…