Phantom Syndicate: Undercover Wife To The Mafia Trillionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Geraldine’s Point of ViewI was staring at my phone when it suddenly rang and I frowned as Skyler’s name lit up the screen. Maybe she is already here, I thought, a flutter of hope rising in my chest.Hello, Sky, I said.I cannot come there because Chief asked me to handle something sudden, she replied.My stomach dropped for a moment.Did you tell him, I asked.No, I did not, she answered.I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding. Good, I said. You better explain everything to me when we meet, and not over the phone.Yes, I will tell you everything, she promised.A knock came at the door just then. My heart jumped. Could she have come back already? Had she left me? What was I supposed to do if she was out chasing after the woman? Well she was pretty enough to cause trouble. I had nothing to fight beauty with.The door opened and I looked into the mirror without much interest.Oh, did you catch your woman at last, someone said behind me in a bored tone.I turned and near

Geraldine’s Point of ViewWe finally reached the door, and before I could even touch the handle, Mike suddenly pulled me closer, making me gasp in surprise.“Put your hands on my arm,” he ordered softly but firmly.“Hmmp!” I scoffed and turned my head away like a child.He sighed in that familiar exasperated way before taking my hand himself and placing it on his arm. “Continue your role as my lovable wife. Don’t act sassy, okay?”My eyes widened at his words.“Me? Sassy? You’re the one who looks disgusted every time you have to touch me! Don’t act innocent, Mike. I’m doing everything I can to be your lovable wife. Maybe you could try supporting me for once?”He chuckled under his breath, clearly amused. “Fine, I’ll support you. And for the record, I was never disgusted by you.”I arched a brow. “You better not be.”Before I could say more, the door opened, and every pair of eyes inside the hall turned to us. I straightened my back and composed myself, letting my gentle smile replace

*Geraldine’s Point of View“No room for mistakes,” I told Sky, my voice flat and cold, the way I had trained myself to speak whenever missions turned serious.“Whatever happens,” he replied, his brows furrowing with concern, “call us immediately. The four of us are right here. We won’t leave your side, no matter what.”A small smile tugged at my lips. It was strange—comforting, even—to hear him say that so casually, as if loyalty was the simplest thing in the world.They really were planning to help me with the remaining missions I left unfinished. Some of my former subjects were still trapped inside the illusions I created—illusions so perfect that they forgot the real ending I gave them, forgot what I told them on the final day of their missions. I knew it wasn’t their fault. I made those worlds too real. Too alive.I breathed out slowly, feeling the weight of every illusion I had ever crafted.“You’re too good at those things,” Sky teased, leaning back. “You build entire worlds fro

Third Person Point of ViewAt the party, Josh remained deep in thought while holding his glass of wine. His mind kept drifting back to Michael’s wife, the woman who looked uncannily similar to the fiancée he once loved more than anyone. He had spent years searching for Jerah, refusing to let the memory of her fade.“B1,” he called without taking his eyes off the crowd.“Yes, boss.”“Investigate the wife of Mr. Muller.”B1 blinked in surprise, not expecting that order. “Why, boss?”Josh lifted the glass to his lips, his expression unreadable. “I feel something different about her. I will explain it to you later.”The man nodded slowly. “Understood, sir.”Josh leaned back, letting the wine burn slightly in his throat. In his mind lingered the image of that woman’s gentle face, her soft eyes, the same eyes that had once pulled him into a world where only Jerah existed.“My Jerah… is that you?”His jaw tightened with the ache of longing. He missed Jerah’s scent, the warmth of her skin, th

3rd Person’s Point of ViewDeep inside a remote American forest, a group of soldiers moved cautiously between towering trees, sweeping the area for intruders who might have dared to cross into their territory. The air was thick, heavy with the kind of silence that made every twig snap feel like a threat.Then—A delicate, childish laugh floated through the woods.The men stilled instantly.A child?Without hesitation, the soldiers followed the sound, pushing through thick underbrush until one of them called out urgently.“Sir, we found the girl… but we have a serious problem.”The general turned sharply, confusion knitting his brows. He followed the soldier deeper into the forest, and when they reached the clearing, everyone froze in shock.A little girl—no older than six—sat calmly on the forest floor.Her dress was pristine. Her shoes spotless. A large ribbon sat neatly in her hair, untouched by dirt or chaos.But the true shock?Two full-grown lions stood on either side of her, tow