Todos los capítulos de The Mafia King’s Plus-Size Nanny: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 11The morning sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains brought Damien no warmth. Instead, the light felt like needles stabbing into his eyeballs. Damien’s head throbbed violently, as though a thousand drums were pounding inside his skull. He groaned, trying to turn over, but his muscles felt stiff and sore.Fragments of his consciousness from the previous night began creeping back into his memory. He remembered the scorching heat, the poison coursing through his veins, and a very specific sensation. A thick, warm sweetness. He remembered how he scooped up the fluid, satisfying a thirst he had never experienced before. And what disturbed him even more was how familiar the memory of the woman beneath him felt—not her face, but her scent, her warmth, and the way she had completely surrendered under his control.Damien sat up abruptly, ignoring the dizziness that was growing worse. He caught the faint scent of jasmine perfume lingering on his pillow—the exact same scen

Chapter 13Damien's luxury car sped through the main gates of the Leonardo residence. In the back seat, the man was still twirling a silver rose-engraved earring between his fingers. The moment he stepped out, he immediately called for Luky, who hurried over to greet him in the main lobby."Luky," Damien called in a cold voice that broke the silence of the night. "Examine this earring carefully. Compare the engraving details, silver purity, and every scratch with the report from our forensic team regarding the incident in the forest."Luky accepted the small velvet box and nodded obediently. "Yes, Boss. I'll have the lab team examine it immediately."It did not take long for Damien's men's technology and expertise to get to work. Less than an hour later, Luky was standing before Damien again, carrying the analysis results that were quite convincing."Well?" Damien asked without taking his eyes off the documents on his desk."The results are identical, Boss," Luky reported seriously. "

Chapter 15Ameena stood frozen in place, trapped between the stacks of confidential documents and the magnificent work desk. The fresh scent of masculine shower soap, mixed with the warm steam still rising faintly from Damien’s body, suddenly filled her senses. The man had just stepped out of his private bathroom.Damien was wearing nothing but a pitch-black bathrobe, left slightly open at the chest, revealing part of his sturdy, broad tan skin. His wet black hair was tousled across his forehead, with droplets of water trickling down onto his broad shoulders. There was no smile, no greeting; only a sharp, piercing gaze that was cold and filled with suspicion as he stared directly at Ameena.Ameena swallowed with difficulty. Her throat felt dry, as though sand were blocking it. She slowly stepped backward, trying to create a safe distance, while Damien began walking toward her with slow but deliberate steps, like a predator cornering its prey.“M-Master...” Ameena squeaked, her voice t

Chapter 17Damien’s grip around Ameena’s wrist was firm, leaving the woman no room to pull herself away or protest. Without paying any attention to Mrs. Elena’s shocked gaze or Bella Saphira’s nearly dropped jaw from jealousy and disbelief, Damien immediately pulled Ameena along, leading her out of the main living room toward the mansion’s exit.Ameena was dragged behind the mafia king’s long strides. Her heart was pounding so hard that she felt the organ inside her chest was ready to tear through her ribs at any moment. Her mind was completely blank; she simply could not understand why a cold-blooded mafia leader would go to the trouble of escorting a lowly maid out of the house in the middle of the night, merely to avoid the commotion caused by his mother.As soon as they reached the front yard, the door of a large, luxurious sports car had already been opened by a personal bodyguard. Damien pushed Ameena into the front passenger seat, then walked around the car and sat behind the w

Chapter 19Damien's grip on Ameena's shoulder was incredibly firm, demanding an absolute answer that could solve the mystery that had haunted his mind for so long. However, behind that interrogating gaze, the wound on Damien's left arm continued to bleed fresh blood, soaking through the fabric of his shirt and making the man's face gradually turn pale, even though he desperately tried to endure the pain.Ameena stared at the flowing blood, her breathing hurried. Her overwhelming fear was now mixed with deep sympathy. She knew that if she continued arguing or changing the subject, both of their lives would be in danger because the attackers could return at any moment.“Sir...” Ameena squeaked, her voice trembling violently, her limp fingers slowly pointing toward Damien's injured arm. “We... we should treat your wound first. The bleeding won't stop. Please...”Damien hissed softly. An excruciating pain began spreading through the muscles of his arm because of the bullet wound that had