บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Relentless Desire : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 4

IvyI imagine him walking through the door the way he used to—flowers in hand, that boyish smile softening the sharp edges of his face as he calls my name. In my mind, the house smells of roses and warm food instead of stale whiskey and cigarette smoke. He wraps his arms around me, whispers that he missed me, that everything will be okay.It’s a foolish fantasy, one I cling to on the nights when the silence grows too heavy, and hope feels safer than truth.Reality crashes in with the slam of the front door.My heart jolts against my ribs as Owen steps inside. His expensive shoes strike the marble floor with cold authority.I sit rigidly on the couch, fingers twisting the hem of my sleeve, waiting for the storm that always follows his return.He doesn’t look at me. He tosses his keys onto the table, loosens his tie, and exhales sharply, as if the mere sight of this house exhausts him. The scent of alcohol clings to him even from across the room.“Get ready for tomorrow.” The words fal

Ivy The bindings are finally gone. They’ve brought me to a bedroom—a space that’s lavish, softly lit, with dark wood furniture and heavy curtains that block the night outside.It’s meant to comfort, I think, but all I feel is rage and disbelief.Tyrance sits across from me now, the distance between us taut, almost electric. He doesn’t speak, but the weight of his gaze pins me to my chair. Every second under that stare makes my chest ache, twisting nerves into raw tension. I try to gather my thoughts, but they scatter, jumbled, frantic.“You…knew my father?” I blurt out, my voice trembling, a mix of defiance and fear. “Is that why—why you…” My words falter, caught between accusation and disbelief.He leans back slightly, hands resting casually on his knees, the picture of calm. But it’s deliberate, controlled, like he’s holding all the pieces of a game only he can see. “Yes,” he says finally, voice smooth, cold, carrying a darkness I can’t place. “Your father… he made promises. De