Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

DELIAGalvin swallowed hard, his eyes darting between my face and my desk.“Yes,” he said finally, voice firm.“I deserve my position back.”The confidence in his tone surprised me.Annoyed me.But it also made a small wicked smile pull at the corner of my mouth.You deserve it?Really?“Alright,” I said lightly, tapping my finger against the glass desk.He blinked fast, like he wasn’t sure he heard me.“You… you’ll do it?” he asked.“I said alright,” I repeated, slower now, enjoying his confusion.“If you believe you deserve your old position, then prove it.”“Prove it how?” he asked instantly, leaning forward.I folded my arms.“Bring me a project.”He frowned.“A project?”“Yes.”“A real project that would help Windsor Company. Something that would promote the brand and increase sales. Something that shows you actually have something useful in your head.”Galvin stared at me as if I had suddenly spoken in another language.“If you bring something reasonable,” I added, shrugging cas

DELIA My first day at the office felt wrong.It was a quiet graveyard. The kind of silence that pressed in on your ears and made your skin crawl, like the walls were alive and remembering everything that had happened down there. Every scream. Every drop of blood. Every truth I could never forget.And the worst part?I wasn't scared today.I enjoyed it.I enjoyed watching my ex’s face drain of color when he realized I wasn’t the helpless girl he used to control. I enjoyed seeing fear replace arrogance. Power replaced panic.The idiot actually thought he could threaten me into giving him his position back, though dangling some pathetic article about me sleeping with Leandro over my head would make me crumble.As if my life hadn’t already been dragged through hell. As if Leandro Cavalli was something you could use as blackmail and walk away breathing.What a delusional, pathetic piece of shit.And as I stood there in that suffocating silence, I realized something that unsettled me far m

DELIAI shut the door really hard.BANG! The walls shook, and the sound was loud, like a gunshot. But it didn't make me feel any better. I was still really angry.My hands shook as I dropped my bag to the floor. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I didn’t need them. The darkness felt appropriately heavy, suffocating, and honest.I paced.Back and forth. Back and forth.Every step replayed the image I couldn’t shake from my head.Leandro’s face is cold, controlled, and unreadable.Matteo on his feet, bloodied but silent. Loyal to the point of self-destruction.And that bat.I pressed my palms against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut like that might erase it. It didn’t. The sound came back instead. The dull, sickening crack of wood against flesh. The way Matteo absorbed the pain without a word, without a jump, like suffering was just another part of the job.Like obedience meant enduring anything.And Leandro… God.I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a shaky laugh that

Delia’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night.No matter how I tried to shut it out, the memories kept coming. Leandro's face - expressionless, emotionless. And Matteo... standing there, beaten up, but not saying a word. It was stuck in my head.Matteo, who had been nothing but loyal.If Leandro could do that to him… then he could do far worse to me.The thought settled heavy in my chest.Because I wasn’t innocent.I was the mole.The one who had fed information to Sebastian Callista.The reason Leandro had walked into ambushes.The reason men had died mercilessly, brutally by his orders.And yet, even knowing that, what haunted me wasn’t fear for myself.It was what he’d done to Matteo.I heard a soft tapping and realized it was raining. The sky had opened up while I was lost in thoughts. The sound got louder, filling the room, like everything was washing away.I pushed myself out of bed and walked to the window.Outside, rain was coming down hard, turning everything into blurry lights and

Leandro She said, breathless.“You were amazing, Leandro,” Bianca whispered, her voice still unsteady.“So were you,” I replied, breathing just as hard.The room was quiet, except for our breathing slowing down. The rain outside tapped on the windows, like it was somewhere else entirely. I lay there a bit longer, letting my muscles relax. Reminding myself this was all it was - nothing more.Then I pushed myself up and reached for my clothes.Bianca turned on the bed, propping herself on her elbow as she watched me dress.“Where are you going?” she asked softly. “I thought we were going to… sleep next to each other.”I buttoned my shirt calmly, not looking at her.“I don’t sleep,” I said evenly. “I rest when I can.”That wasn’t the real answer.She frowned, sitting up slightly. “You’re leaving?”“I’ll be in my study,” I replied, fastening my watch around my wrist. “Matteo will see you off.”Her eyes widened. “This late? How would I get a—”“Don’t worry,” I cut in coolly. “My men will