Todos los capítulos de The Mafia's King Last Lie: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

(Arc 1) *** The first time I saw Damien Cross, he was buying my future. The second time, he was putting a price on my marriage. And by the time I understood why he wanted me, it was already too late to walk away. “Sign it, Serena.” My father's voice trembled as he pushed the document across the mahogany table. I stared at the contract, then at him. “Marry Damien Cross?” I read aloud. “You've lost your mind.” “Lower your voice.” “Lower my voice? You're asking me to marry the most dangerous man in this city!” My father looked toward the closed study door as if someone might be listening. “Do you think I want this?” “I don't know what you want anymore, Dad. You haven't told me anything in months.” Richard Vale had once been the kind of man who could silence a room simply by entering it. Now, his expensive suit hung loosely on his shoulders, and the hand resting beside the contract trembled. That frightened me more than his demand. “What happened?” I asked quietly. He rub

Damien Cross never ran.He walked through his mansion with the kind of controlled fury that made grown men lower their eyes and move out of his way. His security team followed close behind, their hands resting near their weapons, while I struggled to keep up in the heels I had chosen for a woman who was supposed to be attending a perfectly ordinary dinner.Nothing about this night was ordinary.Someone had entered the west wing.The same west wing Damien had forbidden me to enter.The same west wing that apparently held a secret connected to my missing sister.And I was beginning to suspect that my marriage had placed me inside a trap whose walls were closing in.“Stay behind me,” Damien ordered without looking back.I almost laughed.“You're confusing me with someone who takes orders from you.”He stopped so abruptly that I nearly collided with him.His dark eyes settled on mine. “Serena, someone has broken into a restricted part of my home. I don't know who it is or what they're loo

For several seconds, I couldn't speak.My sister was dead.Those three words had haunted our family for three years, yet nobody had ever said them to me directly. My father had always insisted that Isabella was missing. He had hired people to search for her, or at least claimed he had. He had told me to keep hoping whenever I was ready to give up.Now Damien Cross stood before me, telling me that my sister had been declared dead.“Explain,” I demanded.Damien studied my face. “Three years ago, six days after my father's funeral, a death certificate was issued in Isabella Vale's name.”“No.”“Serena—”“No!” My voice cracked. “If she had died, my father would have told me. He wouldn't keep something like that from me.”Damien said nothing.His silence hurt more than an argument would have.I shook my head, struggling to make sense of it. “Was there a body?”“No.”I stared at him.“You're telling me my sister was declared dead without a body?”“That's correct.”“And you expect me to beli

For the first time since I married Damien Cross, I wanted to run from him.Not because I feared what he might do to me.Because I feared what I might discover about him.The wedding was the plan.Those four words followed me as we left my father's bedroom. Someone had arranged our marriage long before I walked down the aisle. Someone had known that I would search for Isabella, that Damien would never stop investigating his father's death, and that bringing us together would lead us straight to this house.But who had arranged it?And why?“Look at me,” Damien said.I kept walking.“Serena.”“Don't.”He caught up with me near the staircase, then stopped when I turned on him.“Did you know?” I demanded.“Know what?”“That our marriage was arranged for a reason beyond the agreement we signed. Did you know someone wanted us to investigate our families?”“No.”“You expect me to believe that?”“I expect you to judge me by what I know, not by what an anonymous message tells you.”I laughed w

For several seconds, Damien didn't move.The phone remained pressed against his ear, but his attention had shifted somewhere far beyond the clinic walls. I watched the muscles in his jaw tighten as the words sank in.His father's coffin was empty.Three years of mourning. Three years of revenge. Three years of believing that Alexander Cross had been taken from him forever.And now, the grave itself had become another lie.“Seal the mausoleum,” Damien ordered. “Nobody touches anything. Nobody leaves until I arrive.”He ended the call.I stepped toward him. “We're going to the tomb.”He looked at me sharply. “No.”“Damien—”“You've already been threatened twice today. Someone entered this clinic while we were inside, and we still don't know where Dr Hart has gone. I'm not taking you into another potential ambush.”“You don't get to decide what risks I take.”“This isn't about controlling you.”“Then stop making decisions for me!”His eyes flashed.For a moment, I thought he would argue.