Betrayed By My Sister, Claimed By The Mafia King의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Dear Readers, If you’ve made it this far with me, thank you. This story started with betrayal, pain, and survival. You watched Alessia lose everything she thought defined her, only to slowly find strength in a world she never asked to be part of. But now, everything changes. Part 3 is not just about survival anymore. It’s about power. It’s about choice. It’s about becoming. Alessia is no longer the girl who was broken at a party. She is learning how to stand, how to think, and how to fight in a world where every move matters. And Marcello… he is no longer just her protector. What lies ahead is deeper, more dangerous, and far more emotional. There will be tension. There will be difficult choices. There will be moments that test everything they are becoming. And yes… there will be love. But not the easy kind. The kind that changes you. Thank you for staying with me on this journey. The next part of this story is where everything truly begins. Let’s continue.

Alessia had never felt the estate quiet like this before. The corridors usually hummed with staff bustling, murmurs of decisions, clinking glasses from early meetings. Today, it was different. The silence pressed against her in a way that made her aware of every footstep, every faint echo of her own breathing. The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long patterns on the polished marble floor, and she realized that for the first time, she was truly alone here—not in the sense of being deserted, but in a way that meant no one was watching, judging, or waiting for her to falter.She had spent weeks learning, observing, trying to understand the subtle movements of power within these walls. Marcello had been patient, letting her absorb, letting her stumble in private before guiding her carefully. He had given her access to files, to decisions, to meetings, and yet he had remained a silent shadow in the corner, his presence both comforting and intimidating. But today was

The morning light filtered softly through the heavy velvet curtains of the De Luca estate, casting a warm glow across the grand bedroom. Alessia stirred under the sheets, her head resting on Marcello’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Even in sleep, his presence radiated control and calm—the kind of calm that made her feel, for the first time in months, safe. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw absentmindedly, feeling the tension that lingered there even in repose.Marcello shifted slightly, his arm tightening around her. “You’re awake,” he murmured, voice low, rough with the last vestiges of sleep. There was a softness to it that contrasted sharply with the commanding tone he used in the estate, in public, or in business matters.Alessia smiled, a small, sleepy curve of lips. “I… I don’t want to leave this bed,” she whispered, voice trembling between playfulness and confession. “I could stay here forever.”A slow chuckle rumbled from him, vibrating through her che

The night had settled over the De Luca estate like a velvet curtain, soft and quiet on the surface, but heavy with something Alessia could not quite name.She stood by the window in their bedroom, her arms wrapped loosely around herself as she stared out into the gardens. The fountains glowed under soft lights, the water moving in calm, steady rhythms. It should have felt peaceful.But it didn’t.There was a tension in the air. Subtle. Quiet. Unseen.And yet… undeniable.Behind her, Marcello was on a call.His voice was low, controlled, but sharper than usual.“Yes,” he said, pacing slowly across the room. “I want confirmation. Not assumptions.”A pause.His jaw tightened.“No mistakes. Not with this.”Alessia turned slightly, watching him. She had learned to read him over time. The small signs. The quiet shifts.Something was wrong.When he ended the call, the silence in the room felt heavier than before.“What is it?” she asked softly.Marcello didn’t answer immediately.That alone

The estate felt different again.Not in a way that anyone else would notice.The staff moved the same way. The guards stood at their posts. The halls carried the same quiet elegance they always had.But Alessia noticed.She had learned to.There was a tension beneath everything now. A silent awareness that never quite left. It lingered in the way the guards’ eyes moved more frequently, in the way conversations dropped when certain names were mentioned, in the way Marcello seemed… sharper.More alert.More watchful.And more controlling.Alessia stood by the balcony doors, her fingers resting lightly against the cool glass as she looked out over the gardens. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting soft gold across the estate.It should have felt peaceful.But instead, it felt like the calm before something she couldn’t see.Behind her, she heard movement.Marcello.She didn’t turn immediately. She could feel him before she saw him now. His presence had become something familiar. Gr