All Chapters of Her 3 Domineering Mafia Bodyguards : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Chapter 328Nina’s POVNana pulled Athena into a tight, fierce hug right there on the shattered marble floor, shielding her daughter from the mess I had just created.Nikolai looked down at the ruined canvas with a dark, heavy scowl, his voice cold when he muttered that I had ruined the painting. Enzo stepped in, trying to diffuse the suffocating tension by murmuring that we would just get Athena another set of art supplies, but his words only made the hot knot of guilt in my chest tighten painfully.For the first time since I had met them, Nana looked at me with open, stinging anger.Dante crossed his arms, his dark gaze locking onto mine with a sharp edge. That is Nana’s daughter, he said, his voice hard.A defensive, bratty pride flared up in my throat, masking the deep shame burning inside me. I crossed my arms and snapped back, saying no one told me she was family.Nikolai didn't even look up from comforting Athena. You were obviously in your sleep, he retorted dryly, his tone dr

Chapter 330Nina’s POVI stared at the black leather briefcase resting on the foot of the bed as if it were a ticking bomb. I ignored it completely, refusing to let them win by even looking inside. Instead, I spun on my heel, marched over to the massive mahogany wardrobe, and yanked the heavy doors wide open.I began tossing clothes around, looking for anything practical for a long journey, but frustration quickly bubbled in my throat. There were silk gowns, designer dresses, and delicate shoes, but only a few basic items that I knew for a fact would not be enough if I was actually going to get away from this vintage castle and start over somewhere new.Hours ticked by. I paced up and down the length of the bedroom floor, my boots clicking against the plush carpet in a relentless, angry rhythm. Not once did I step foot outside the door. What burned me the most, what made my chest ache with a bitter, childish sting, was that not even Nana came to check in on me. After everything, after

Chapter 332Nina’s POVThe flight crew member stared at me as if I had just announced I was an alien spacecraft landing on their runway.I stood there in the chilling night air, shivering slightly in my torn, dirt-stained joggers and shredded T-shirt, my hair a matted nest of twigs and dried rose thorns, and mascara tracks dried hard like war paint across my cheeks. I looked like a disaster. I felt like an absolute fool."Let me get this straight," the crew member said, crossing her arms over her crisp, professional blazer and eyeing me up and down with profound, undisguised skepticism. "You want to fly to Africa. You don't have a passport, you have no specific destination, you look like you literally just crawled out of a bush—which, judging by the leaves sticking out of your hair, you definitely did—and you expect us to just roll out the red carpet?""Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad," I muttered defensively, wringing my hands together as a fresh wave of panic tightene

Chapter 334Nina’s POVThe blinding glare of the high-beam headlights washed over the tarmac, casting long, frantic shadows against the side of the hangar. The security guards still had their hands raised halfway, trembling as they stared at the matte-black SUVs idling in a fierce, military-style semicircle.The driver-side door of the lead vehicle swung open.A tall man in a tailored, charcoal-grey suit stepped out onto the concrete. The airport manager. His face was slick with cold sweat, his expression carved from sheer, unadulterated terror as he rushed past the armed vehicles, his polished shoes clicking frantically against the ground.Beside me, Sarah stood frozen, her eyes wide as saucers. The moment the manager reached our group, she puffed out her chest, eager to shift the blame and save her skin."Sir! Thank God you're here!" Sarah blurted out, her voice pitching into a panicked, defensive whine. "This girl—she's a trespasser! She ran onto the tarmac with a stolen briefcase

Chapter 336Nina’s POVCapt. Yaga did not care in the slightest about my fresh French braids, my coffee brown bodycon top, or the cute selfie I had just posted on Instagram."Move," she ordered, her voice like grinding stones, gesturing sharply with the barrel of her sidearm toward a heavy metal door at the end of the corridor.Before I could even process what was happening, two armed guards grabbed me roughly by the elbows and marched me out of the VIP terminal, past the rows of blinking customs kiosks, and straight down into a bleak, windowless security holding room. The walls were painted a depressing institutional grey, and the air smelled heavily of cheap bleach and cold, recirculated conditioning."Sit," Capt. Yaga commanded, kicking a metal chair toward the center of the concrete floor.I sank down onto the hard seat, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The heavy black briefcase sat right on the steel interrogation table in front of us. Capt. Yaga didn't waste