บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King Dies Every Time He Kisses Me: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“Every curse sleeps… until love wakes it.”⸻De Luca Estate10:43 P.M.The third kiss lasted only a few seconds.Yet…It changed everything.The moment Alessio’s lips left Seraphina’s…Every light inside the mansion exploded.Crystal chandeliers crashed onto the marble floor.Windows shattered.Paintings fell from the walls.The entire estate trembled as though an earthquake had struck Lake Como.Outside…Hundreds of armed soldiers immediately reached for their weapons.“What the hell was that?”“The ground is shaking!”“Protect the Boss!”Panic spread through the estate like wildfire.⸻Inside the hallway…Seraphina staggered backward.“No…”Her voice barely escaped her lips.“It wasn’t supposed to happen…”Alessio grabbed her before she fell.His heartbeat hammered violently against his chest.But this time…He wasn’t coughing blood.Instead…His eyes began glowing with a faint silver light.⸻He suddenly heard voices.Not around him.Inside his mind.Thousands of whispers.Hundreds

“A throne never forgets its rightful king… even if the king forgets himself.”⸻12:54 A.M.The underground palace fell into absolute silence.No soldier dared breathe.Captain Nico Romano slowly lowered his flashlight.Its beam illuminated the massive portrait before him.Black hair.Grey eyes.The same sharp jawline.The same commanding gaze.There was no mistake.The man painted on the wall…Was Alessio De Luca.Not someone who looked similar.Not an ancestor with familiar features.Exactly…Alessio.⸻One frightened soldier whispered,“Captain…”“That’s impossible.”⸻Nico didn’t answer.Because for the first time in his career…He had no explanation.⸻The mysterious man seated upon the black throne slowly stood.His armor reflected the golden flames burning around the ancient hall.Every movement carried the confidence of someone who had ruled kingdoms.He wasn’t threatening them.He simply…Expected them to kneel.⸻His deep voice echoed through the chamber.“You carry the De Lu

“The most painful memories are not the ones you forget… they are the ones that return too late.”⸻1:42 A.M.The underground royal chamber remained silent.Alessio knelt on the cold marble floor, his breathing uneven.Fresh blood slowly rolled from the corner of his lips, staining the tiny wooden horse resting in his trembling hand.The little boy had disappeared.Yet…His laughter still echoed inside the room.“Father…”That single word shattered something inside him.⸻Another memory crashed into his mind.A palace garden covered in white roses.A little boy running barefoot across green grass.The child laughed loudly.“Dad!”Alessio caught him before he could fall.The boy wrapped tiny arms around his neck.“Mother says you always work.”Alessio laughed.“And what do you think?”“I think…”The little boy smiled mischievously.“…Kings should play too.”A woman’s soft laughter filled the garden.Alessio turned.A beautiful woman in a white silk gown walked toward them.Long black ha

“A king can lose his throne and reclaim it. But if he loses his queen… kingdoms burn.”⸻De Luca Estate2:37 A.M.No one dared speak.Damian remained on one knee.His head lowered.Not before Alessio De Luca…But before the man history had once called King Alessio I.The torches surrounding the forgotten throne room suddenly burned with deep crimson flames.The ancient palace itself seemed alive.Waiting.Watching.Remembering.⸻Alessio looked down at his trembling hands.The silver light that had entered his body only moments ago had disappeared.But something had changed.He could feel it.His senses had become unnaturally sharp.He could hear water dripping somewhere hundreds of feet above.He could hear Nico’s heartbeat.Even the frightened breathing of every soldier echoed inside his ears.⸻“What happened to me?”he whispered.⸻Damian slowly stood.“You accepted the first fragment.”⸻“The first fragment of what?”⸻“The King you once were.”⸻Alessio immediately frowned.“I a

“The cruelest curse doesn’t steal your life… it steals the future you were supposed to have.”⸻De Luca Estate8:47 A.M.The room fell into complete silence.Neither Alessio nor Seraphina moved.Between them rested the ancient silver coin.Engraved upon it…A king.A queen.And a little boy holding both of their hands.Alessio stared at the child’s face.His chest tightened.Without knowing why…His eyes burned.“…His name was Adrian.”The words echoed through the room.Not spoken from memory.Spoken from the heart.⸻Seraphina slowly covered her mouth.“No…”Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.“You remembered him…”⸻Alessio looked confused.“I don’t understand.”“I’ve never met a child named Adrian.”“So why…”He pressed his hand against his forehead.“…does losing him hurt this much?”⸻Another memory burst into his mind.A six-year-old boy running through a palace garden.“Dad!”The child jumped into his arms.“I beat Uncle Lucien!”Alessio laughed.“You cheated.”“I didn’t!”“You