All Chapters of Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Millie’s eyelids fluttered open as the first rays of the sun peeked over the horizon. Her body felt heavy, and her head throbbed with a dull ache. But it wasn’t the discomfort that had stirred her from her deep, dreamless sleep. It was the sensation of movement, like she was floating. Slowly, her muddled brain registered the strong arms supporting her. She realized she was being carried.Blinking against the soft morning light, she forced her heavy eyes halfway open. Her gaze settled on Ethan’s neck and jawline. He was carrying her in his arms, cradling her like she was precious.A small moan escaped her lips as the chilly morning breeze brushed over her bare skin. She instinctively curled closer to Ethan’s chest, seeking his warmth. His body was firm and comforting, and she let herself relax into him. Her eyelids grew heavy again, and sleep quickly pulled her back under.Ethan walked steadily, his bare feet crunching softly against the gravel path leading away from the mansion. Both

“Let’s go,” Ethan said, his voice sharp and no-nonsense.He strode ahead, leading four of his men down the gravel path toward the grand mansion. The air was tense, and the men behind him moved silently, their hands hovering close to their weapons. Ethan’s eyes scanned the building, his mind focused on finding Giancarlo and Luciano.As they approached, Nina stepped out from behind a corner. Her heels clicked softly on the stone. A cool, almost mocking smile played on her lips. She didn’t flinch at the sight of the armed men. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, addressing Ethan as if they were old friends.“Luciano invites you and your guest to join him for lunch,” she said lightly, glancing at the men behind him as though they were nothing more than background scenery.Ethan’s jaw tightened. His glare didn’t waver as he said, “I want to speak with both Luciano and Giancarlo. Now.”Nina’s expression remained unchanged, the hint of amusement still present. “I’m afraid Giancarlo isn’t

The deafening bang of the gunshot rang through the room—but Luciano remained standing, unharmed.Ethan froze, his eyes locked onto Luciano’s unscathed figure. Slowly, he lowered the gun, staring at it as if it had betrayed him. His face twisted with fury as realization sank in.“You gave me a gun loaded with blanks?” Ethan spat, every word dripping with rage.“Fuck,” Aidan muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he stepped back, glancing nervously between Ethan and Luciano.“What the fuck! You were really going to kill me without hesitation?!” Luciano shouted, his face twisted in disbelief. He stumbled slightly, clearly rattled that Ethan had actually pulled the trigger.Ethan, seething with anger, stepped forward, his voice booming. “What the fuck did you think, Luciano? Of course, I was going to shoot you instead of my own brother! How the hell did you think this would play out?”“My god, you really are an idiot. No wonder Giancarlo doesn’t let you handle anyth

The first four hours after Ethan and Aidan arrived at Cedar Ridge Estate were nothing short of chaos. The staff moved in frantic bursts, darting through the hallways with pale faces and shaky hands. Their voices overlapped in hurried whispers, carrying fragments of rumors and guesses, but no one knew the full story.Outside, the atmosphere was even more intense. Armed guards swarmed the property, their boots crunching across the gravel as they took up defensive positions around the estate. Black SUVs kept rolling into the long driveway, one after another, each delivering more heavily armed men. The sound of metallic clicks filled the cool evening air as rifles were loaded and distributed.Cedar Ridge no longer felt like the grand family estate it was supposed to be; it had transformed into a fortress on the brink of battle.Inside the mansion, the staff huddled together in the staff room, their nerves frayed. Sheila stood at the front of the room, her usual composed demeanor replaced

Ethan’s study was bathed in the warm, golden light of the afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows. At the center of the room, a massive oak table dominated the space, its surface cluttered with blueprints of the mansion, a detailed map of Cedar Ridge, and the scattered remnants of a long planning session—empty coffee mugs, a half-finished bottle of wine, and a nearly drained bottle of whiskey.He stood at one end of the table, hands braced against the edge as he leaned forward. Across from him, Mr. Jameson tapped the map with the end of a pen.“Two trucks are blocking the main gate as a choke point,” Mr. Jameson said. “Each one is mounted with an M2 machine gun. We’ve also got men stationed at every breach point along the perimeter.”Ethan gave a slight nod, his eyes scanning the map.“The warning system along the perimeter is up,” Mr. Jameson continued, his brow furrowing. “But the tripwires alone won’t stop them. I’ve set extra traps in the back, where the woods give them c