All Chapters of Phantom Syndicate: Undercover Wife To The Mafia Trillionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Geraldine’s Point of ViewI glanced at Mike, who was clearly not in the mood anymore, and then shifted my eyes toward Rafayel, who had leaned casually against the wall.“Oh no, sorry,” I blurted out, stepping forward to approach him. But before I could take another step, Mike grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. My face bumped into his chest, and I froze in place.“What are you doing here, Rafayel?” Mike’s voice was flat, yet sharp.Rafayel raised his brow, almost amused. “I didn’t realize your wife was this strong, Michael. I came here because I had something important to tell you. But looking at you now, I think I’ll leave it for tomorrow. You seem… busy.”“You should know better,” Mike snapped coldly. “Didn’t I tell you not to flirt with my wife?”“I’m not,” Rafayel replied smoothly. His lips curved into a playful smirk as his eyes darted to me. “I only said something to her. Right, Mrs. Muller?”I felt his gaze burn through me, and my heart skipped.Mike’s eyes turned to m

Third Person Point of ViewMike went down to the living room when his head guard rushed in to report what had happened outside the mansion. They had found an assassin unconscious on the lawn.“Report,” Mike ordered.“Sir, from what we see, this assassin must have just gone out. What’s puzzling is the perfect circle on his forehead. It looks like he was struck by a stone, but the mark is so round it could be from a small bullet. Yet his skull is intact.” The guard’s voice was steady, but the worry showed in his eyes.Mike nodded slowly and examined the man on the ground through the window where his men had laid him out.“If it were a bullet ball, his skull would have been shattered. The impact on his forehead was precise, controlled, just enough to render him unconscious.” He folded his arms, thinking through the possibilities. Assassins were not unheard of in his world, but this method was unusual. Someone had done this with skill.“Find the person who did this and bring them to me,”

Geraldine’s Point of ViewI woke up with a long stretch, my arms reaching above my head as a lazy yawn escaped me. The first thing I noticed was the steady warmth at my side. My eyes flicked toward the bed, and there he was—still fast asleep.Wait. Did I actually fall asleep in his arms last night? My brows knitted together. I couldn’t even remember how things unfolded after he carried me. One moment I was acting, the next—I must have drifted off. Lucky me, he didn’t throw me out into some random corner of the mansion or worse, to another planet entirely.Maybe this man did have a heart after all.My gaze softened as I studied his face. Peaceful. Untouched. As if he couldn’t harm a soul. It was almost laughable, really, how innocent he looked now compared to the man I knew when awake.For the first time, I noticed the small details. His lashes—long and dark, almost brushing against his skin. His brows—perfectly shaped, not too thick, not too thin, as if drawn by an artist’s hand. My e

Third Person’s Point of ViewThey scoured every corner of the training grounds, yet no sign of Geraldine appeared. Mike’s brows knitted tightly, frustration simmering beneath his calm façade.“Damn it. Find her!” his voice rang with command.“Yes, Master!” the guards scattered at once.Mike’s thoughts spun darkly. There was one place inside his estate he had never allowed anyone to wander into. A dangerous place, hidden for a reason.“Boss,” Joel said carefully, “she might have gone there. She may have heard the sounds and followed them.”Mike clenched his fists, realization striking him. His eyes hardened as he looked toward that direction.“I’ll handle it. Keep searching – don’t stop until you find her.”“Yes, Master!”---Geraldine’s Point of ViewI’d been walking slowly for what felt like forever. A narrow path stretched ahead of me, leading somewhere hidden. My curiosity pulled me forward like an invisible rope.The voices I’d heard earlier still echoed faintly in the distance. M

Third Person’s Point of ViewGeraldine stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open as the maids finished dressing her in fresh clothes. She found herself in one of the guest rooms of the mansion, the faint scent of lavender clinging to the sheets. For now, she had to keep her true identity a secret—no matter what.She sank onto the soft mattress, her gaze drifting toward the clock on the wall. Eleven o’clock already. Time had slipped away from her faster than she realized. Her stomach gave a soft protest—she hadn’t eaten breakfast, and the hunger clawed at her now more than ever.Her eyes moved toward the window. The rain hadn’t stopped—it poured harder against the glass, the sound filling the room like a steady heartbeat. She pressed her lips together, her hand brushing her growling stomach.A sudden sound jolted her. Footsteps—slow, deliberate—just outside her door.Her eyes widened in alarm. Damn!Without thinking, she threw herself back onto the bed, pulling the covers up. If someone