บททั้งหมดของ MARRIED TO THE MAFIA KING : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ONE:“Don’t come up. I mean it.”Theo’s voice cut through the dark from the top of the stairs, sharp and already shaking. Dimitri stopped with one hand on the banister, still on the correct side of the line.“I wasn’t,” Dimitri said. “You left the door open wider. I stayed here.”“It’s not an invitation.” Theo’s silhouette was rigid against the faint hallway light. “I said open doesn’t mean come in. Why are you even standing there?”“Because the floorboard creaked and my body still moved before my head finished the sentence.” Dimitri kept his feet planted. “I stopped. I’m telling you I stopped.”Lyra appeared behind Theo in a tank top and sleep shorts, hair messy, eyes hard. “What is happening?”“He’s testing it,” Theo said.“I’m not testing it,” Dimitri answered, voice low. “I’m standing exactly where the rule puts me and announcing myself so you don’t have to guess what the sound was.”The tension in the stairwell was thick enough to feel.Lyra put a hand on Theo

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THREE:“You almost broke it again.”Theo said it the second he entered the kitchen, backpack already on, eyes locked on Dimitri like the night hadn’t ended.Dimitri set the coffee pot down. “I did break the sequence. I owned that.”“Owning it doesn’t erase the part where you moved first.” Theo’s voice was flat and fast. “You always move first. Then you apologize. Then everyone acts like the apology is the same as safety.”Lyra turned from the stove. “Lower it. The baby just went back down.”“I’m not raising it.” Theo dropped his bag on a chair. “I’m saying the middle is already leaking. One backpack falls and he’s at the stairs with a dark phone. What’s next? A dream? A cough? How many near-misses do I have to collect before the hard line comes back?”June froze at the table with a spoon in her hand. Anna kept eating, oblivious. The air went tight in a single breath.Dimitri stayed still. “If you want the hard line back, take it. I told you I wouldn’t argue.”“That

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIVE:“Something’s wrong with Anna.”Theo’s text hit Dimitri’s phone at 1:09 a.m. No greeting. No soft landing. Dimitri was on his feet before the second sentence arrived.She’s in my room. Breathing weird. Come.He typed while moving:Coming now.Only after it was sent did he take the stairs two at a time.Theo was on the floor of his bedroom with Anna half in his lap, her small body too still between bursts of shallow, wet breaths. The desk lamp threw hard light across both of them. Theo’s face was white.“She came in and then she just—this,” he said. “I didn’t want to move her.”Dimitri dropped to his knees, hands already checking her chest, her color, the way her ribs pulled. “Lyra!”Lyra hit the doorway in seconds, took one look, and went straight for the phone. “I’m calling. Don’t wait.”Anna’s eyes fluttered. A thin wheeze left her on the exhale. Dimitri kept his voice flat and steady for Theo more than for himself. “She’s moving air. It’s just not enough of

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVEN:“I should have just screamed.”Theo said it in the middle of the living room with his hands locked behind his head, pacing a short, hard line between the couch and the window. Anna was on a blanket on the floor stacking cups. June had been sent next door with Elena on purpose.Dimitri stood near the doorway. Lyra stayed by the couch, close enough to reach Anna if the volume climbed.“You texted,” Dimitri said. “I ran. That’s the story that got her to the hospital.”“That’s the cleaned story.” Theo stopped pacing. “The real story is she was pulling for air and I was typing like a clerk. Those seconds are mine. I own them. And I can’t stand you all trying to take them off my ledger.”Lyra’s voice came fast. “Nobody is taking them. We’re refusing to let them become the only entry.”“They feel like the only entry.” Theo’s chest was rising too hard. “Every time I close my eyes I see the mask and hear that sound and then the keyboard under my thumbs. I hate it. I

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINE: THE DAY THE FEAR STAYED UP“She’s fine and nobody in this house is acting like it.”Theo said it in the middle of the kitchen at 4:30 p.m., backpack still on, eyes on Anna playing with a pan and a wooden spoon on the floor like she had never been to a hospital.Lyra turned from the sink. “Lower your voice.”“I’m not loud.” Theo dropped the bag. “I’m done walking around like the next breath is a test. She’s banging a pan. She’s fine. And the whole house is still running on emergency power.”Dimitri came in from the den doorway. “We’re being careful.”“You’re being haunted,” Theo said. “Both of you. June asks me every hour if Anna’s breathing sounds weird. You flinch when she coughs. Mom watches her chest when she thinks no one notices. I can’t live in a museum on the worst night.”Anna hit the pan twice and laughed. The ordinary sound only made the tension sharper.Lyra dried her hands hard. “You are not the only person who heard that wheeze. Careful is not th