Semua Bab BETWEEN TWO MAFIA KINGS THE STOLEN HEIRESS : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Zyra’s POVPain was the first thing I felt when I woke up.A dull ache throbbed through my wrists, spreading slowly up my arms like fire beneath my skin. I blinked several times, my vision still blurry, my head heavy as if something thick had been poured into my veins. When my sight finally cleared, the reality of my situation slammed into me.I was tied to a chair.Thick rope dug harshly into my wrists and waist, binding me tightly to the wooden chair beneath me. I instinctively struggled, twisting my hands and pulling against the restraints, but the rope only bit deeper into my skin. The more I moved, the tighter it seemed to hold me.A quiet chuckle echoed across the dim room.“Don’t try too hard, my love,” Rafael’s voice said lazily. “It can’t cut you. You should know that.”My heart clenched.Slowly, I lifted my head.There he was.Rafael sat comfortably on a chair opposite me, his long legs stretched out with one ankle resting over the other. His posture was relaxed, almost casu

Cassio’s POV“Boss… are you okay? You look worried.”Sarah’s voice pulled me slightly out of my thoughts. She turned in her seat beside me, studying my face carefully, her sharp eyes catching what I had tried to hide.I forced a small smile, though it felt stiff on my lips.“I’m fine,” I told her.But the truth was, my mind was far from fine. It was still trapped in that hall, replaying the moment over and over again.The girl in the red dress.Her face.Her eyes.Something about her presence had shaken something deep inside me, something I couldn’t explain.“While he is off, let’s continue,” Mr. Jordan’s commanding voice echoed across the hall.The murmurs of the mafia leaders slowly died down.“Cassio,” he called, his sharp eyes settling on me. “Do you have anything to say?”Every gaze in the room turned toward me.I slowly rose from my seat, adjusting the front of my white suit before lifting my chin.“I greet you, great men,” I began calmly, my voice steady but carrying enough aut

Rafeal POVMy head felt like it had been caught in a vice, pounding with an intensity that made even the softest breath painful. I groaned, a low sound of frustration escaping my throat, as I dragged myself upright on the bed. “What the hell happened?” I muttered to myself, my voice hoarse, cracked from the night’s haze. The room spun slightly as I shifted, a nauseating reminder of how deeply I must have passed out.Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a figure lying beside me. My chest tightened for a split second with hope.it must be Alicia.But no, my memory flickered and failed me, revealing only fragments of a door, a room I couldn’t fully place. I forced myself to take a proper look.Zyra.She was curled into herself, hugging her pillow as if it were a lifeline, the soft rhythm of her breathing a gentle hum in the silence. My lips twitched in a mix of disbelief and intrigue. Somehow, despite myself, I felt my heart constrict. This was Zyra, sleeping so peacefully it made the

Rafeal POV“Don’t you think you went too far with her, boss?”Michael’s voice followed me as we walked into the house.I didn’t respond.My steps were steady, controlled, echoing faintly across the polished marble floor as we moved through the hallway toward my office. The silence between us stretched heavy, but I had no intention of filling it.Instead, I pulled my phone from my pocket and made a quick call, giving a few quiet instructions before ending it.Beside me, I heard Michael sigh.He of all people should know better than to question my decisions.By the time we stepped into my office, my patience had already worn thin.The door shut behind us with a soft click.I loosened the cuff of my sleeve as I walked toward the small private bathroom connected to the office. Grabbing a towel, I began wiping the faint stains from my hands, the cold water running quietly in the sink.“What’s the update?” I asked flatly.Michael didn’t answer immediately.I glanced at him through the mirro

Casio POV“Boss… do you really think Rafael would have agreed in the first place?”My secretary’s voice came smooth and unbothered, cutting through the silence of the room. The faint click of her lighter followed, and then the sharp scent of cigarette smoke curled into the air as she brought it toward me.I scoffed, leaning back slightly in my chair, my fingers tapping lazily against the armrest. A faint, humorless smile tugged at my lips.“I knew he wouldn’t,” I admitted, my tone calm but edged with something darker. “But I wanted us to try peace… you know.”She let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and almost mocking as she exhaled smoke to the side. Her brows lifted slightly, amusement dancing across her face.“Peace?” she repeated, tilting her head. “Funny word coming from you, boss.”That pulled a quiet chuckle out of me. I shook my head, my gaze drifting toward the large window beside us. Outside, the street buzzed with life…cars honking, people moving in hurried steps, unaware