Semua Bab The Mafia Series: Laxus Morgan (English Version): Bab 1 - Bab 10

CHAPTER 1: HER DESTINYAMARA’S POV“Are you really sure about this, hija?” Auntie May asked, her voice thick with worry.I nodded.I knew that if I stayed here any longer, the wounds of the past would only fester. I needed to leave before the pain swallowed me whole.Auntie May pulled out her wallet and handed me a thousand-peso bill—a small fortune for her. I reached for it, but before my fingers could touch the paper, her husband, Uncle Arman, snatched it away.“This is mine now. She’s already enough of a burden on our pockets!” he snapped.Auntie May looked down, defeated, just as the tricycle she had hailed arrived to take me to the bus terminal.“Well? Are you leaving or not? The driver is waiting!” Melanie, their daughter, barked at me. I offered her a small, tight smile. She didn't mean to be cruel; it was just how things were in this house.Auntie May had always been there for me—my second mother in every way that mattered. But as they say, life isn't all sunshine and rainbows

AMARA’S POV:“Bes, are you really sure about this?” Hershey asked, her voice heavy with concern as she helped me unpack.I nodded, determined.“Do you have any idea how toxic that company is based on the rumors I’ve gathered?”I paused, putting down the white blouse I planned to wear later. My curiosity was piqued. “Toxic? Why? Is it because of the workload?”“It’s not just the work, Bes. Word is, the CEO fires tech developers almost every single day. I know people who’ve worked there, and they say Laxus Morgan runs the place like a military black-op. One mistake—one line of code that doesn't belong—and you’re out. And the worst part? They get blacklisted. No one in BGC will touch them after they’ve been fired from Nexus.”I stopped mid-motion, staring at her. “Blacklisted? Why?”“No one can answer that. All they get told is, ‘The Nexus knows everything.’ Terrifying, right? So be careful, Amara. A friend told me the CEO’s gaze is so intimidating, it feels like he’s literally reading

CHAPTER 4: HIRED“I must say, I am impressed by your skills, Ms. Marquez.”I suppressed a smirk. Who wouldn't be? Just an hour ago, he was insulting me like he owned the world, looking at my resume with pure disgust. But now, here he was—looking frustrated, probably because a "provincial girl" just bruised his ego.But before I could celebrate, his cold, professional mask returned.The dangerous gaze was back. Hershey was right; he looked like he was scanning your very soul. Even in silence, his aura was sharp enough to cut.“But don’t think I’ll let this slide,” he added, his voice dropping an octave.I was sitting across from him when he stood up and stalked toward me. “Do you have any idea how illegal it is to breach my private server without consent? In my world, that is a crime. A violation of every company rule. But since you saved my system... I’ll give you a choice. Jail—or you work for me.”I blinked. Jail? Was he serious? He’d lock me up for saving his skin? “Sir, I applied

AMARA’S POV:The drive to the venue was short—barely fifteen minutes. But the moment we stepped out, the atmosphere shifted. We were greeted by a sea of men in black and white tuxedos. They bowed in unison as we passed, their respect directed solely at the man beside me.“Boss, Mr. Saga is already here,” a tall, lean man with a clean undercut and a ponytail reported.He was charming, in a dangerous sort of way, but he couldn't hold a candle to Laxus. Even now, my loyalty remained with my arrogant crush.Speaking of the devil, a jolt of electricity shot through me when Laxus suddenly pulled me flush against his side, his hand gripping my waist possessively. I looked up at him and saw his jaw set in a hard, lethal line.“Most of my people are men. I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” he whispered directly into my ear. His husky voice and that low, territorial growl hit me differently. I felt like a lamb caught in the protective, yet terrifying, grip of a lion.As we stepped in

AMARA’S POVI hadn’t even realized that I had cried myself to sleep in my cramped little workspace. It was a small mercy that my cubicle was tucked away in the furthest corner, hidden from the prying eyes of my colleagues.I slowly lifted my head, my neck stiff and aching from the awkward position. My computer screen was in sleep mode, and a mountain of used tissues lay scattered across my desk like white flags of surrender. As I looked around, I realized the floor was nearly empty—it was lunch break.I was cleaning up my mess when I saw Diana approaching.“I’m sorry, bebs. I didn't want to wake you. I knew your heart was heavy,” she said softly, placing a tupperware container on my desk. “I bought you lunch since I noticed you didn't bring anything today.”I managed a weak, grateful smile. “Thank you.”I expected her to leave, but she surprised me by pulling out a chair from the neighboring cubicle and sat down beside me. I felt a wave of self-consciousness as I took a bite of the ad