Lahat ng Kabanata ng Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The drive back was as quiet as before. Millie sat across from Ethan in the back seat, her chest heavy after everything she’d just learned. Ethan was on his phone, deep in business calls, his voice calm and focused.She glanced at him. He looked composed again, distant. The vulnerability he’d shown earlier was gone, like he’d put the mask back on.“Then move to the next schedule. I’ll talk to Gaiman when I get back,” he said, voice clipped and businesslike. He ended the call, and a second later, his phone rang again. “Yes, we’re on our way. Tell Tiffany I said thank you.” A pause. “Alright. See you tomorrow, Cheri.”Millie turned to the window. She told herself it would be okay. She just had to stay strong—for Clara, if nothing else.The city rose around them as they drove in. Lights glowed in the tall buildings, and the sky had gone dark, stars beginning to show in the fading light. She thought about asking Ethan where they were going but held back. Maybe it didn’t matter. She’d find

Millie’s heart pounded so loudly she thought he might hear it. She took slow, deliberate steps forward, wrapping her arms around herself, but she didn’t break eye contact. Standing right in front of him, she hesitated, but the slight smirk on his face told her he was waiting.Then, with a deep breath, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. The weight of his hands settled on her waist, and he leaned back a little, watching her with that same smirk.“I think you know what to do next,” he murmured, his tone steady and controlled.Millie swallowed, leaning closer as she pressed her hips against him, feeling his cock that was already rock hard beneath his pants. Her heart skipped as she rolled her hips gently, a hint of a challenge in her gaze as she moved against him, feeling his hard response.Ethan’s eyes sharpened, surprised by her boldness, but he didn’t stop her. His hands slipped up her back, pulling her closer, and their eyes met, locked in a moment of silent tension.“Do you wa

Giancarlo Borgia stood at the edge of a sun-drenched cliff, the salty ocean breeze ruffling his sun-streaked hair and carrying the rhythmic crash of waves below. Behind him, a sprawling estate sprawled over the rugged landscape, a perfect match for the wild beauty of the island. Despite his assistant rattling off his packed schedule, Giancarlo’s focus remained fixed on the horizon, where the endless blue of the sea met the sky.His appearance was striking, a blend of casual elegance and untamed style. Layers of earthy necklaces and bracelets hung around his neck and wrists, while silver rings glinted in the sunlight. His bronzed skin, etched with faint lines from years under the sun, added to his aura of natural confidence. He wore a sleeveless vest left open, its fabric fluttering in the breeze, revealing a patterned shirt beneath and a lean, well-defined chest. His face, framed by a scruffy yet deliberately styled beard, bore a sharp intensity softened only by the faintest hint of a

The yacht glided to a stop as it docked on the sandy shore of Borgias Island. Millie stood frozen in the large cabin, her stomach twisting with nerves. She wasn’t just nervous—she was downright terrified. The world she was stepping into felt like something out of a nightmare, and every fiber of her being screamed at her to run. But then she heard a crew member tell Ethan, “We’ve arrived,” and there was no escaping now.Ethan turned to her, leaning casually against the doorway with an air of calm that only made her more anxious.“Ready?” he asked.Millie swallowed hard, her throat dry. Was she ever going to be ready for something like this? This world, this danger, this... whatever this was. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to look him in the eye.“Let’s get this over with,” she said stiffly, her voice more confident than she felt. She turned to leave, but Ethan’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm. His grip wasn’t rough, but it stopped her in her tracks. She spun back to face him.

On the other side of the country, Evan stood at the head of a long wooden table, gesturing toward an updated map pinned on the wall. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a hanging bulb that swayed slightly with the breeze coming through the cracked window. His voice was sharp and commanding as he briefed the group of men gathered around him.“This,” he said, pointing to the sprawling estate outlined in red, “is the main gate. These are the entry and exit points...”The men exchanged grim nods as they studied the map. Just as Evan was explaining the last escape route, the door creaked open.Don Gustavo entered the room, his tailored suit spotless despite the dusty surroundings. He looked around briefly before focusing on his son.“How’s everything, my boy?” he asked, his tone casual.Evan straightened, his face hardening. “They’re ready,” he replied curtly, not bothering to meet his father’s eyes.Don Gustavo’s lips curled into a thin smile. “And you? Are you ready?”Evan