All Chapters of Phantom Syndicate: Undercover Wife To The Mafia Trillionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

3rd Person's Point of View*Jane watched the grounds with a quiet, measured gaze. The formal line of bodyguards that usually prowled the mansion’s perimeter had thinned; the hush between them felt deliberate. Sensing the gap, she slipped toward the rear garden, every footfall soft on the gravel as if the night itself might betray her.She kept checking over her shoulder — habit, training — then stopped, slid into the shadow of an overgrown hedge, and tapped her phone. A voice answered on the other end, clipped and urgent.“Hello, Jane?”“Boss,” she murmured, eyes scanning the dark. “I’m still watching him. Michael’s taken an interest — more than I expected. If he’s the one who—” Her voice tightened. “He could be Michael’s weakness.”“Keep an eye on their movements,” the reply said without emotion. “We’ll be held responsible if anything goes wrong.”“Understood,” Jane said, ending the call. She let a breath go that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and walked back to her post with

Third Person’s Point of ViewThey had searched every corner of the mansion, but Geraldine was still nowhere to be found. Just when everyone’s nerves were tightening, Joel discovered something through the CCTV in the computer room. The screen clearly showed the sequence of events: Geraldine had left the kitchen after finishing her cooking, heading toward Mike’s office, when suddenly a group of maids blocked her path.The footage revealed how she resisted, struggling as they grabbed her arms, yet she was still lifted off the ground and carried against her will. The recording even followed them down into the basement. The maids had not realized that the basement was also monitored by hidden cameras. Their cruelty was captured – undeniable evidence.“There!” Joel pointed. His voice was tight. “She’s in the basement. They pushed her down the staircase. You all know how steep those stairs are… who knows what condition she’s in now.”Mike’s jaw clenched as he stared at the monitor. His fist

Geraldine’s Point of ViewMy eyes lingered on the steak he was preparing when a thought suddenly crossed my mind. How could he even taste his own cooking if he couldn’t taste anything at all?I glanced at him again. He moved with such precision, like a professional chef. The way he sliced the meat was flawless, as if he had been doing it all his life. My chest tightened. Why was he doing this? What did it mean? Was this his way of showing… concern?I shifted a little on my seat and winced. Pain shot up from my lower back where I had landed hard when I fell earlier.I squeezed my eyes shut, only to open them and find Mike staring at me. He had stopped chopping and was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.“Are you uncomfortable with that chair?” His voice was low, but his eyes were sharp, scanning me as though he could see right through me.My eyes widened, and I shook my head quickly. “I’m fine here. Please, just continue cooking.”But he didn’t look convinced. His bro

Geraldine’s Point of ViewI gripped my hair in frustration, staring at the water where I could clearly see Rafayel beneath the surface. My heart pounded. What on earth was he doing down there?“Sir Rafayel, what kind of trip are you on? Did you stay there overnight? Didn’t Master let you in?” I shouted in disbelief.“Uhmm… miss…”“Sire!” I turned to the pool attendant, panic etched on my face. “Why did you let him stay underwater like that? What is he, some kind of sea monster?”The poor man paled, his lips trembling as though he was too frightened to answer. That only made me more frantic. I grabbed him by the collar, shaking him desperately.“Sire! Save him!”“M-Miss… the thing is…”“If you won’t save him, then I will!” I kicked off my shoes, preparing to dive in. My chest was tight with determination – if no one else would help him, then I had no choice.But just as I bent my knees to jump, a strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist, lifting me clean off the ground. My breath hitc

Third Person’s Point of ViewInside the office, Rafayel paced restlessly while Mike sat at his desk, pretending to be absorbed in the papers before him. The silence was heavy, but Rafayel couldn’t shake off his worry. His thoughts lingered on Gerry—her face when Mike had coldly dismissed her earlier.“Bro,” Rafayel finally spoke, his tone tight with unease. “She didn’t mean to lose the ring. Why are you so angry? If I recall correctly, you didn’t even care about that ring before.”Mike didn’t look up. His voice was calm, detached. “I don’t care about the ring. What bothers me is her carelessness. That ring was expensive. It’s gone now—so it’s best to move on.”Rafayel exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “But the ring might have fallen into the pool. Didn’t you notice how she was searching earlier, diving as if something was lost? She won’t find it easily if it’s that deep.”He glanced out the window, calculating. By his estimate, the pool was at least ten feet deep where Gerry had b