All Chapters of Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

♪♪ Strip That Down - Liam Payne (slow+reverb)✿Lilah's POV :I wake up shivering. The coldness bites at my skin, creeping in despite the thick covers wrapped around me. I blink my eyes open, disoriented, expecting to find myself locked in a cell, much like the previous nights, but instead, I'm surrounded by opulence. My gaze sweeps over the room—dark, dimly lit, and suffocatingly beautiful. The interior is a blend of black and deep, rich colors, sleek and masculine, exuding elegance. It's nothing like the rest of the mansion, cold and empty.Then it hits me.This is his room. Ivan Volkov’s bedroom.The realization leaves a cold pit in my stomach. He brought me in here last night.My heart pounds as I sit up, still trying to shake off the confusion. Why here? Why his room? I glance around, the shadows of the night still lingering in the corners. The scent of him fills the space—intoxicating, sharp, like leather and smoke. It makes me uneasy.I swing my legs off the bed, the smooth flo

♪♪ Who Says- Selena Gomez✿Lilah's POV :The next morning, I wake to the unsettling warmth of Ivan’s body still wrapped around mine. His arm is slung over my waist, heavy, like a reminder that my freedom doesn’t exist in this mansion. I bite back the urge to push him away. There’s no telling how he’ll react, and I can’t afford to provoke him—not yet.I carefully slide out from under his arm, my movements slow and deliberate. Ivan doesn’t stir. His breathing remains deep and steady. I silently curse how peaceful he looks in sleep, as if he’s not the monster who’s been holding me captive. I stand up and stare at him for a moment, considering my next move.His phone sits on the nightstand, just inches away from his hand. My fingers twitch. If I could get my hands on that phone, maybe I could—“What are you thinking, little vixen?” Ivan’s voice breaks the silence like a whip, low and menacing. He doesn’t open his eyes, but there’s a deadly edge to his tone.I freeze, caught in the act of

♪♪ Criminal - Britney Spears ✿Ivan's POV :The sun beats down, shimmering against the crystal-blue water of the pool as I sit in my chair, soaking in the calm of the moment. The air around us is light, with just the right warmth. A perfect day to discuss business. My men gather around me, each with their own purpose.“The lieutenant of the Russian army, Dimitri Makhanova, wants a private meeting with you, boss. Says it’s about the missiles and weapons,” Andrey, my trusted left-hand man, informs me.A slow smirk stretches across my lips. “Set it up. I knew the Russians would turn to us. They know there’s no one else who can deliver weapons on the terms they need—illegally.” My voice carries that unmistakable satisfaction that comes with power.Damien, always the cautious one, shifts in his seat. “But what if they try to take us out later? Use us for now, then bury us?”I wave him off. “They won't. We're their only option. No one else will deal with the kind of firepower they need, an

Lilah's POV :I haven’t seen Ivan in a week. The air in the mansion feels different without him—lighter, but also strangely oppressive. It’s as if his absence leaves a vacuum that’s too vast to ignore. The maids whisper in clusters, their voices low, but not low enough to escape my ears.“He’s on a business trip,” one says, her hands busy polishing silverware.“Egypt, I heard,” another chimes in. “For a whole week.”“At least we can relax a bit this week,” the first replies, though her tone suggests anything but pity.My fingers tighten around the coffee cup I’m holding. A week. That’s all I have. Ivan’s absence is rare, and even though the thought of digging into his world terrifies me, it’s the only chance I’ll get.Later that evening, I shared the plan with Lucy in hushed whispers.“This is it, Lilah,” she says, gripping my arm. “If we’re ever going to find something, it’s now. Break into his office.”“I know,” I whisper back. “But listen—you’ll stand outside. If you see anyone com

Ivan’s POV :The mansion falls eerily silent as the moon climbs higher into the ink-black sky. I lean against the polished mahogany railing of the balcony, staring at the shimmering pool below. My thoughts are scattered, my focus fractured. The weight of my decisions presses heavily on my chest, yet my mind keeps circling back to her—Lilah Daniels.That insolent little spitfire has been a thorn in my side since the day I dragged her into my world. She shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t occupy space in my thoughts. And yet, she does. Her fiery defiance, her sharp tongue, her infuriating audacity—it’s a drug I can’t seem to resist.I clench my jaw, willing myself to stop thinking about her. But then the faint creak of a door catches my attention. My gaze snaps to the bedroom behind me, where Lilah stands at the threshold, bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. Her hair is loose, tumbling in soft waves around her face, and she’s dressed in an oversized shirt that barely grazes her thighs. One