The Domineering Don‘s Undercover Lover의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

(Esme's POV)I stood under the shower, setting the water temperature to the highest. The scalding hot water pounded against my skin as I scrubbed my body with a stiff-bristled brush until my skin turned a deep red, streaked with angry, swollen blood vessels.Nausea rolled through me. The masked Don had raped me in the SUV, yet my body had flooded around him and climaxed under his thrusts.But what crushed me most was the deepest thought in my heart: I felt like I had betrayed Mateusz.Why did I feel guilty toward Mateusz? He was the prime suspect in my family's murder, and he treated me as nothing but a pet for his sexual release. I shut off the water, dragged in a breath, and forced myself to break the dangerous hold he had on my mind.That night, a maid delivered dinner on a silver tray. My knife struck something hard inside the medium-rare ribeye. Keeping my hands within the cameras' blind spot, I used my fork to lift out a tiny tube sealed in plastic wrap.It was an intelligence up

(Third-Person POV)In the security command center beneath the manor, the cold glow of the screens reflected off Sterling's sharply defined face.His fingers flew across the keyboard, replaying frame by frame the complete surveillance footage of the grand ballroom at the Metropolitan Hotel."Stop." Sterling spoke coldly, pressing the spacebar.The image froze at one minute before the chaos erupted. In the center of the screen, Esme walked toward a pillar with a glass of wine in hand, while just half a meter away, a male server in a black vest passed her by.The surveillance camera captured the fleeting, half-second eye contact between the two. The server's right hand tapped the bottom of his tray twice, a highly professional tactical signal.Sterling's expression turned glacial. Anyone else might have missed it, but he knew the server was a DIA informant embedded in the Strauss syndicate.Sterling's grip whitened around the mouse. "Esme, what exactly are you trying to do? You are not me

(Third-Person POV)Jacqueline stood in her opulent bedroom, seized a priceless antique vase from the vanity, and hurled it into the wall. Porcelain exploded across the floor."Mateusz has lost his mind." Jacqueline rounded on her silent subordinates. "He gouges out traitors' eyes and cuts their throats. Now he knows Esme is hiding something, yet he protects the bitch. He even shot one of our own men through the knee for her."She gasped violently, her chest heaving. Mateusz appeared in Jacqueline's doorway, immaculate in a tailored black suit. "Dinner," he said. "Come with me."As they walked toward the restaurant, Jacqueline linked her arm through his and asked lightly, "I saw Esme is still at the hotel. You did not send her away? Is she part of the Family now?"Mateusz gave no direct answer. He simply removed her hand from his arm and continued walking.Dinner time. The table remained silent, the only sound the clink of cutlery against porcelain plates.When Mateusz and Jacqueline e

(Esme's POV)I jolted awake. The other side of the bed was empty. Mateusz was gone.The villa was unnaturally quiet. I saw no servants in the halls and seized the chance to search room by room. A false panel behind the bookcase in Mateusz's study opened into a narrow hidden chamber. On the desk inside, a sealed file lay open.I crossed to the desk. The instant I saw the scattered photographs, my blood froze.They were photographs of my family's murder. My father's limbs had been severed and the Gambino crest carved into his chest. A close-range shotgun blast had obliterated my mother's head, spraying blood and brain matter across the wall. My brother and sister bore marks of prolonged torture, every fingernail torn out.Beside it, a document stamped with the Family's blood seal clearly proved this was an order personally issued by the current Don!I clapped a hand over my mouth and fled to the bathroom. On my knees before the toilet, I vomited until only bitter bile came up. They had d

(Esme's POV)I advanced with the scalpel ready and pushed through the half-open door. Charles was on his knees, frantically searching through the clutter beneath the bed.I immediately sheathed the scalpel and stepped forward, crouching down. "Charles, what are you looking for? I'll help you."As I helped clear the clutter, my hand struck a heavy black leather album. It fell to the floor and opened.My gaze caught on a faded photograph, and my breath stopped.There he was, my father! He wore a tailored suit reserved for core members of the Gambino Family and stood beside the former Don, even holding the Family's ceremonial scepter on the former Don's behalf!My father had been a DIA undercover operative. Why had he penetrated so deeply into the mafia's command circle, and why had he allowed a photograph like this to exist?A terrible suspicion seized me. Had the former Don—or the current Don—had anything to do with my family's murder? I almost asked Charles, but the question would expo