21. The Silent Witness

The gunshot cracked like thunder in the moonlit room, shattering a centuries-old crystal carafe on the mahogany desk. Kael moved before Evie could even scream. His reaction was a blur of practiced, lethal instinct. He caught her by the waist. His large hand splaying across the small of her back, and shoved her behind the heavy table. His pistol was already in his hand. The intruder’s first shot slammed into the shelf behind them, pulping a first-edition Tolstoy and sending white fragments of paper fluttering through the air like dying moths. "Hello, son," a distorted voice hissed from the darkness of the gallery. It was a mocking, electronic rasp. "Miss me?" Kael didn’t answer with words. He answered with fire. He leaned around the edge of the table, his frame a wall of muscle shielding Evie’s trembling body. Two shots fired in rapid succession. The suppressed muffs sounding like heavy heartbeats. The intruder dove behind a marble pedestal, returning fire. Bullets punched throug

22. The Dinner of Vipers

The sterile white light of the hospital room reflected off the tablet’s screen, making Evie’s mother look even paler than she was. "You look tired, Evelyn," her mother whispered. "The Voss mansion… is it as cold as they say?" Evie forced a smile, her heart aching. She was sitting in her lavish dressing room, surrounded by silks and diamonds that felt like gilded shackles. "It’s just a big house, Mom. I’m fine. The doctors say your vitals are stabilizing. That’s all that matters." "Be careful," her mother breathed. "Power like theirs… it doesn't just corrupt. It consumes." The call ended with a soft chime, leaving Evie in a silence that felt heavy with dread. She stared at her reflection. She was wearing a gown of midnight blue—expensive, sharp, and chosen by Kael for its ‘defensive’ silhouette. Tonight was not just a dinner; it was a trial. Victoria had summoned her, and Victoria never summoned anyone without a blade hidden in her smile. The dining hall was a cavern of obs

23. Shattered Empires

The dawn did not break over the Voss estate; it bled. A pale, sickly grey light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Evie’s bedroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air like microscopic spies. Evie hadn't slept. She had spent the night staring at the encrypted drive Kael had left on her bed, a small metallic weight that felt like a thermal detonator. Her cheek still throbbed, a dull reminder of Victoria’s strike, but the phantom sensation of Kael’s lips against the bruise was what truly kept her awake. At precisely 6:00 AM, the silence of the mansion was shattered. Evie moved to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to see the perimeter. Black SUVs were already swarming the main gate. Men in windbreakers with ‘FEDERAL AUTHORITY’ emblazoned in stark white letters were disembarking, clutching folders and warrants. She turned on the television, the volume low. The news ticker was a strobe light of disaster. BREAKING: VOSS LOGISTICS EMPIRE UNDER SEIZUR

All Chapters of The Mafia King’s Fake Widow: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

21. The Silent Witness

22. The Dinner of Vipers

23. Shattered Empires