บททั้งหมดของ OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Aurora's POV I turned, only to see him holding out a delicate silver bracelet—thin, old-fashioned, yet oddly familiar. But I knew I hadn’t been wearing anything like that.Still, I took it. “Thank you,” I said cautiously.“It belonged to my daughter,” he said, his voice quiet, almost like he was holding back his tears “She would’ve been your age now. I keep it in my coat pocket… I don’t know why. Habit, maybe. But when I saw you just now—”He stopped himself, shaking his head like he was chasing off ghosts.“You remind me of her,” he finished.I swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on me.It didn’t make sense. But it didn’t have to.“Would you like it?” he asked gently. “Maybe it’ll bring you luck.”I hesitated, fingers tightening around the bracelet. My voice cracked just a little.“I’d like that,” I said.He gave me a small nod, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes, and then turned to walk away.I stared at the bracelet in my hand for a long time after h

"Have a chair brought over for me and drag him closer," I ordered, my voice level—too calm to be comforting.A chair was placed behind me within seconds, and I sat down slowly, legs spread, my gloved hands resting on my knees. Two of my men gripped Enzo by the arms and dragged his broken body closer, forcing him to kneel in front of me like the pathetic little worm that he was.His breathing was ragged, his ribs most likely fractured, and blood still smeared down his chin, with his eyes swollen like he was already blind."You know," I said quietly, almost conversational, "my father would’ve slit your throat by now, no questions, no theatrics." Enzo whimpered, trembling harder under my gaze while the rest cried out in muffles, too scared to cry out."But you see me? I like to understand the rot before I cut it out, and I believe very well I'm the idea that torture teaches a better lesson than a quick death," I said, leaning forward, gripping his hair and yanking his head up so our eye

Nevio's POV "Ne—Nevio, look at me. Did I... maybe do something wrong? I wasn't the one who pushed Aurora in that room, she…"Ayla’s voice trembled and cracked down the middle. Tears welled in her eyes as she reached out, trying to hold onto me—onto something that felt like it was already slipping through her fingers.I stepped back.“Nothing, Ayla. Just go home,” I said flatly. “The chauffeur is outside. He’ll drive you.”Her hand hovered mid-air, still reaching for me, but I couldn’t even meet her gaze.“Nevio, please,” she whispered. “Talk to me. You were fine a second ago—more than fine. What changed?”Everything.Aurora’s name, her scent in my head, her voice slicing through me like it had every right like it was just a leisure run right through my head.“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I muttered. “Just… I can’t do this right now.”“I don’t understand,” she said, taking a shaky step toward me. “You kissed me like you needed me. Like you meant it.”“I did.” And that’s the damn pro

Nevio's POV The drive to the old man's house was a quiet one; no one, not even Nestore, said a word, and the driver's face was stuck on the wheel as though looking back would get him killed."Time to meet our dearest father," Nestore said as the car pulled up to the estate's driveway."Mr. Nestore, Mr. Nevio," Our father's right-hand man called as we stepped out of the car."What the fuck was so urgent that I had to leave what I was doing to come here," I growled, my jaw tightening as I took the stairs inside the house.The halls smelled the same—old wood, expensive cologne, and god-damned memories that played with every step I took forward.I hated this place, hated every single thing about it.The old man was in the sitting room; beside him was a man who looked like he had aged past his expiry date, and at his side was a lady, nothing past 24 years of age if I guessed right.“You’re late,” he said coolly.“You’re lucky I showed up at all,” I snapped.He raised a brow but didn’t bit

Aurora's POV "Be gentle, nothing, I repeat, nothing must happen to her..." A distant, blurry voice echoed in my head, as I tried to open my eyes to no avail."She's dying, Mr Sorrentino. She's lost too much blood, and there's no chance of her surviving," Another voice added urgently.Dying?Were they talking about me?I tried to move—my fingers, my toes—anything. But it felt like I was trapped in a shell that no longer obeyed me. The pain was far away, dulled now, replaced by a cold numbness that frightened me more than the agony ever had."I'm not letting her die," the first voice—Mr. Sorrentino—snapped, full of authority and something else... desperation?A warm hand cupped the side of my face."Aurora... it's me. You're safe now, okay? You're going to be okay."Safe?That word no longer meant anything; maybe, just maybe, this was my escape from this torturous life."Do whatever it takes to save her; if she dies, your entire family dies alongside her," he growled; his voice was fi