บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s heir’s bride : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

The afternoon sun bled its last light across the horizon when Romeo found Daisy leaning against the hood of his black car, her arms folded, her expression colder than the steel sky behind her.He approached slowly, as if nearing a wounded lioness who could bite or melt, depending on the wind."Daisy…" he began.She didn't look at him."Don't 'Daisy' me, it's now i have your time, Romeo." Her voice held that soft, lethal anger he feared more than bullets. "You asked me to marry you, then you disappeared before I could even open my mouth. Who does that?"He exhaled, sound heavy with regret. "A coward," he admitted. "A fool."She blinked, startled. Romeo never called himself weak.. Ever.He stepped closer, hands tucked in his pockets like a man approaching his own judgment. "I panicked. You looked at me like you were about to cry and smile at the same time. I didn't know which one I deserved."Her throat tightened, but she kept her gaze hard. "You didn't deserve either. I should've thr

The creature straightened, dripping black water that hissed when it touched the ground, steam rising like the breath of a demon waking from centuries of sleep.It wasn't human,It wasn't alive.And yet… it moved with the slow, deliberate elegance of something that remembered being worshipped.Romeo felt his throat close.Daisy clung to him, shaking violently.Enzo rubbed his eyes, as if praying it was a hallucination.Lorenzo whispered a broken curse."Che diavolo… is that?"Helena didn't answer.For the first time—the witch stepped back.The creature's head tilted, joints cracking like breaking bones. Its smile stretched wider, inhumanly wide, revealing teeth that gleamed like metal knives hammered in hell.Then it spoke not in words,In echoes.In a voice layered with thousands of whispers, thousands of dead breaths."The Chosen… must fall…"Romeo felt the ground sway beneath him.He glanced toward the river."Luca! Alessia—!"But the river had swallowed its light.All that remained

The wind along the riverbank carried a cold bite that didn't belong to the early morning. It threaded through Alessia's hair, lifting the torn veil piece in her trembling hand as if the river itself was trying to reclaim it.Luca stood close behind her—so close she could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. His fingers twitched once, as though resisting the urge to snatch the torn veil and burn it out of existence.Daisy and Romeo exchanged a look that was not shock—no. It was recognition. A quiet, heavy knowing.And that terrified Alessia more than the dream ever did.She swallowed, staring at the golden fabric. "This shouldn't be here. It was on me last night, I didn't leave the inn."Luca's jaw tightened. "Someone could've dropped it.....""No," Daisy cut in gently but firmly. "It's not dropped,Look."She stepped closer to the tree roots. The fabric wasn't simply lying on the ground—it was caught, almost threaded between the roots. As though something had dragged through

For one long, terrible heartbeat, the temple held its breath.The glowing trail from the floating map quivered, stuttering like a dying flame—impatient, warning them the path beyond the ancient door wouldn't wait forever.A decision had to be made.But which of them would stay behind?Alessia's heart thrashed painfully against her ribs. The weight of every eye, every fate inside that temple, pressed down on her like stone.Luca stood before her, jaw clenched, eyes blazing with a love that bordered on madness.Her husband ,her fire, her danger. and her shield.The one man the river seemed hungry for."No one else is going through that door except me," Luca said, voice low, dark, absolute. "Alessia is not setting foot in there without me beside her."His words struck the chamber like a blade slammed into stone.Donato stepped closer, tension coiling in every line of his posture. "Luca, think. If she sensed danger for you, then we should respect that.""I don't respect anything that th

The river roared like a wounded beast behind them, but Alessia didn't hear it anymore. She was frozen in Luca's arms, her breath shaking against his chest, her voice still echoing with the terror she could not swallow.Luca felt her trembling as if it were his own."Alessia…" he whispered, cupping her face. "Look at me. ...What did he say?"Her eyes lifted—slowly, hollowly as though the weight of Donato's scream had cracked something inside her."He was calling my name," she whispered.Elowen staggered back, her hand flying to her mouth."No… no, that can't be right. Donato doesn't panic. Donato doesn't call for help, not like that."But Alessia didn't look away, she couldn't.Because the truth was too sharp, too loud, too devastating."He wasn't calling for Luca," she repeated, voice breaking. "He was calling me."Luca's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking violently.He wasn't jealous this wasn't about jealousy.This was about Donato.The man who had taken bullets for him.The man who ha