All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The remaining attackers on the road froze, blinded by the searchlight, turning in sheer panic as doors of the incoming Suburbans flew open. Dozens of heavily armed men in black tactical gear poured onto the highway, moving with ruthless, synchronized speed. At the front of the convoy, Mateo stepped out, raising his sidearm and putting down the last standing shooter with two calm, precise shots. The ambush was over in ten seconds flat. Silence fell over the road, broken only by the steady, thundering whir of the helicopter blades overhead. Sebastian stood in the center of the road, his knife dripping in his hand, his black coat torn and soaked in mud and crimson. He leaned heavily against the hood of the truck, his ribs aching, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps. Mateo hurried down the ditch, stepping over the bodies. "Jefe! Are you hit?" "I'm alive," Sebastian rasped, his voice rough as gravel. He sheathed his knife with a trembling hand, turning toward the drive

Sebastian looked at Viola for another moment before turning away. He walked over to the leather chair and sat down, leaning his head back with a quiet, suppressed grunt as his bruised ribs flared. Mateo signaled the door. A young nurse walked in carrying a small stainless steel tray. Her hands were visibly shaking at the sight of Sebastian's dark, intimidating presence, but she quickly went to work. She dipped a cotton pad in antiseptic, carefully wiping the dried blood from his brow, his cheek, and his split lip. "The cut is shallow, sir," she murmured softly, applying a small strip of medical tape over his temple. "It doesn't need stitches. Just keep it clean." Sebastian didn't even look at her. His gaze remained pinned to the bed. Before the nurse could pack her supplies, the outer door of the penthouse opened. A guard stepped into the bedroom doorway, his head bowed. "Jefe. Mr. Cross and his wife are here." Out in the wide, marble-floored living area, Damian stood n

Dawn arrived slowly, painting the city skyline in soft shades of pale blue and muted gold.Sebastian hadn't slept a wink. He sat on the large leather sofa in the living room, a cup of black coffee cooling on the table, a stack of encrypted security files open on his tablet. The penthouse was dead quiet, save for the faint hum of the city eighty floors below.A faint sound caught his ear.Soft, bare footsteps dragging slowly across the dark hardwood.Sebastian’s head snapped up.Viola was standing in the archway of the hallway.She wore an oversized white sweater that fell past her thighs, her bare feet silent on the cold wood. Her dark hair was a messy, tangled cloud around her shoulders. Her face was pale, and her large violet eyes were swollen and red.The moment she saw him sitting on the sofa, she froze.Sebastian stood up immediately, his deep voice carrying a cautious, gentle edge. "Viola. What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting."Viola didn't speak.Her gaze droppe

A cloud of thick, gray cigar smoke drifted through the quiet study.Behind the dark mahogany desk sat a man in his late fifties. His silver hair was combed back with sharp precision, his tailored suit completely immaculate. He looked like the picture of calm, dignified authority that the Spanish press loved to capture in the papers.Gonzalo De la Vega sat deep in his high-backed leather chair, the heavy cigar resting between his fingers.In front of the desk, two men in long dark coats stood with their heads lowered so far their chins nearly touched their chests. Their hands were trembling at their sides."The assignment failed, Señor," one of them whispered, his throat bone-dry. "We couldn't secure the package. The team was intercepted before they could pull it off. There was too much interference."Gonzalo didn't raise his voice. He didn't even shift in his seat.He took a slow, quiet draw from his cigar, watching the thin ring of smoke rise into the dim air above them."You failed,

Gonzalo smiled faintly—a thin, hollow line that didn't reach his eyes. "Have I ever broken a promise to you?"She hesitated, then slowly shook her head."Good," he said, tapping her cheek with two fingers. "Now go to your room. Don't look for trouble, and don't involve yourself in things that are beyond you."A slow, satisfied smirk returned to Alessandra’s lips. She picked up her bag from the chair, kissed her father’s cheek, and turned on her heels, clicking down the hallway in her red stilettos.The moment the door closed, Gonzalo turned his head toward the side curtain where Carlos was waiting."Put two of your best men on her," Gonzalo instructed, his voice dropping into pure ice. "If she steps out of line or tries to go near that girl, you stop her. I won't have my own blood destroying years of work.""Understood, Señor."_____A week later, the private jet touched down on a secluded airstrip outside Madrid.Viola sat in the back of the black SUV, her face turned toward the wind