Phantom Syndicate: Undercover Wife To The Mafia Trillionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

3rd Person’s Point of View Flashback A young Mike clung tightly to his mother inside his bedroom, his small arms wrapped around her waist. She stroked his hair gently. “Son,” she whispered. Mike looked up at her, still nestled in her embrace. “Yes, Mom?” “In the future, when you choose a woman, make sure you protect her… love her… and never let her go.” Mike nodded slowly, absorbing every word like a solemn vow. “I’ll do that, Mom,” he promised. “I’ll hug my wife like this until morning. I’ll love her always. I won’t be like Dad.” His mother smiled softly. “Your father is simply shy to show his emotions. He isn’t used to things like this.” Mike lowered his gaze and nodded again. “I don’t want your wife to feel like me,” she continued. “Like a bird trapped in this mansion. You’re the hope of this family, son. I know you’ll find a woman who’ll give you happiness… someone who will fill your days with joy.” Mike’s eyes softened with certainty. “She’s already the woman for me,

Geraldine’s Point of ViewWe finally stepped out of the mansion and I held onto Mike’s arm. Thank goodness he had sobered up a little after drinking too much earlier.“Hubby, you cannot drink again, okay? You cannot control yourself when you are drunk.”“Why? What exactly did I do earlier?” he asked in a flat tone.“Nothing…”I turned my gaze away and continued walking beside him until we finally reached the party venue.There, I saw Mike’s dad talking seriously with a group of businessmen. My lips curled into a faint smile as a thought crossed my mind. Maybe these people were connected to the Mafia Emperor. Just maybe. It always felt like everyone they knew had some sort of connection, like their world was one big web.“Daddy!”All of them turned toward me, and the serious expression on Mike’s father’s face immediately melted into a smile the moment he saw me.“Oh, you are finally here.”I slipped away from Mike and went straight to hug his dad.“Of course. I cannot miss your birthda

Geraldine’s Point of ViewHe held my cheek and gently caressed it, making me look straight into his eyes. For a second, I wondered if something had possessed him. He kept changing modes. He was annoying me earlier because he would not let me eat sweets, and now he had suddenly switched back into this dream boy version of himself again.I glanced at Rafayel and lightly signaled at him, asking what was going on with his best friend.“Did your best friend get possessed or something?”I saw him grin before giving me a playful wink. Great. What did he tell this man now?“Do not look at other men. Focus your attention only on me, wife.”My face instantly warmed at his words. I swallowed hard because I could see the jealousy in his eyes.Why are you even jealous? And what did that man say to you?“He is possessive of whatever he owns.”I remembered Rafayel telling me those exact words before. Okay, relax Gerry. You studied this long ago. You know how to handle a man’s possessiveness.“Do not

3rd Person’s Point of ViewJane lifted her gaze slowly toward him, trying her best to hide the trembling in her chest. She looked calm on the outside, but inside she could barely steady her breathing.“Sir Rafayel, what is it that I should avoid from you?” she asked, her voice soft but steady.Rafayel smiled in that familiar way that made her nervous. He stepped toward her with a slow, confident stride. When he reached her, he lifted his hand and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. Jane stiffened, eyes widening as she stared back at him.“Why?” he said casually, but his tone carried something deeper. “Has your little crush on me expired already? Is that why you are acting like you have amnesia, my girl?”Jane’s breath caught in her throat. She had not expected him to say something like that.“Sir, please do not…” she whispered shyly, her tone innocent and almost pleading.“Jane!”The loud call from behind them made her turn instantly. It was Manang, standing by the kitchen

3rd Person’s Point of ViewThe assassin kept a silent eye on Gerry and waited patiently for her husband to fall asleep. Only then could he carry out his mission to eliminate Mike.He did not bother paying attention to the wife. To him, she was just another ordinary woman who would scream, faint, or run. He thought she would simply fix the curtains or head back to bed.But in a single breath, everything changed.Gerry moved.In an instant, his neck was caught in her grip. Her fingers pressed against his throat like steel, and her eyes locked on his with a calmness so chilling that it made his blood freeze. Shock widened his eyes as he struggled to understand how someone so small could exert such frightening strength.Her voice was calm, but the threat beneath it was unmistakable.“What do you want from my husband, hmm”His hand clutched at her wrist, the other slowly reaching for the knife hidden beneath his sleeve. B