Semua Bab In love with my mafia uncle: Bab 11 - Bab 16

Time, they say, moves like a tide — quiet, constant, and unstoppable.It had been almost two years since Katrina stepped through the grand gates of the university, clutching her admission letter with trembling hands and eyes full of dreams.Now, she was twenty-one.Wiser, stronger, and more determined than ever.University life had shaped her in ways she hadn’t expected. Gone was the shy, uncertain girl who once lived under her mother’s careful gaze in the small town of Arilon. The Katrina who now walked through campus carried herself with quiet grace — calm, focused, and untouchably confident.She had become one of those students everyone knew about but few truly knew.Always at the top of her class. Always early to lectures. Always in the library, chasing excellence with a relentless heart.Her professors spoke highly of her; classmates whispered her name with admiration.To them, she was the girl who never failed.But beneath that calm brilliance was a girl who carried her mother’s

My hands were freed first before the scarf was taken from my eyes. The ropes fell away, leaving my skin raw and red where they had bitten in for so long. A rush of air hit me, and then I was yanked up from where I had been tied to the cold, rusty metal rod. My knees were weak, trembling so badly I almost sank back down, but then— “I saw him.” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. My eyes widened as they finally adjusted to the dim light, and I saw the man they all called the boss. He was a giant of a man. His presence filled the room, as though even the walls leaned back to make space for him. Long, black hair fell past his shoulders in waves, and his face was carved in hard lines that looked as if they had been set there by years of power and command. His eyes—dark, fierce, and unyielding—locked on mine, piercing through me as if he were peeling away every secret I had ever hidden. My chest tightened. It felt like I had wronged him in another lifetime, like I

They spent the night entwined, whispers and touches filling the silence where fear had lived before. For the first time, Kiki felt the walls of her captivity blur, replaced by something dangerously close to tenderness. Morning sunlight crept through the curtains. Kiki stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Her heart nearly stopped. Eric lay beside her, still asleep, his arm draped protectively around her waist. She pressed a hand to her lips, memory flooding back. Her face flushed crimson. “I shouldn’t have drunk that wine in your study…” she whispered, trying to convince herself that maybe it had been the drink. That maybe she hadn’t meant every kiss, every touch, every surrender. But the truth burned in her chest. She had. And the way Eric’s hand tightened around her, even in sleep, made her wonder if he had too.When Eric woke up that morning, he didn’t linger. He didn’t touch her, didn’t even glance too long. Without a word, he slipped from the bed and left her roo