All Chapters of Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lilah's POV :The safe house was unnervingly silent the next morning, save for the occasional sound of footsteps echoing in the halls. Ivan’s men were on high alert, patrolling every corner of the property. It felt like a fortress, yet the tension in the air made me feel as though it could crumble at any moment.I had barely slept after overhearing the meeting. Ivan’s words replayed in my mind, haunting and sharp. “Make it messy.” He had spoken about my brother’s death with such cold finality, as though it was just another step in his grand scheme.Robert’s betrayal was undeniable. The Mexicans’ ambush was no coincidence, and I couldn’t ignore his connection to the attack. But he was still my brother. How could I stand by while Ivan plotted his death?The sound of voices outside my room pulled me from my thoughts. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, I saw Damien talking with Andrey and two other men I didn’t recognize.“We can’t wait too long,” Damien was saying. “If Robert gets w

Lilah's POV :The silence in the house was oppressive. I sat in the study, staring at the photograph of Ivan with Damien and Andrey, my fingers tracing its edges. The image of Ivan smiling—an expression I had rarely seen—felt like a cruel reminder of what I had lost. Or maybe, what I had never truly had.I clenched my fists, the storm in my chest swelling. How did everything become so tangled? How did I go from the girl who wanted nothing more than to keep her family safe to the woman caught between loyalty to her brother and feelings for the man who wanted to destroy him?I found Ivan later that night in the library. He was sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the flames. He looked tired—more than I had ever seen him. There was a faint shadow of pain in his eyes, but it vanished the moment he noticed me standing in the doorway.“What do you want?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.I swallo

Ivan's POV :The first thing I noticed when I returned home was the silence. It wasn’t the usual calm, the kind I had grown accustomed to in my sanctuary—it was heavier, like something had been ripped out of place.I loosened my tie as I strode through the hallway, the sharp click of my shoes the only sound. The tension that had gripped me during the day—the Mexicans’ bold move, the betrayal, and the sheer chaos of my men scrambling to patch the holes in our defenses—still coiled like a snake in my gut.I needed to see her.Lilah.The thought of her, with her sharp eyes that always seemed to hold both fire and fear, had been my anchor through this storm. I had built walls around myself for years, but somehow, she had found cracks I didn’t even know existed.But I reminded myself why I had made the decision. It was the only way to protect everything I’d worked for. If I hesitated, if I allowed emotions to dictate my actions, I would lose everything.---I reached her door and knocked,

Lilah’s POV : The tension in the air was suffocating, a thick, unyielding fog that pressed against my chest as I followed Ivan down the corridor. My steps were silent, but my heart roared in my ears like a storm. What am I doing? I should have run the moment I overheard Ivan’s cold command to kill us all, including Lucy and me. But the pull he had on me, the way he consumed my thoughts even now, was something I couldn’t fight. My body moved before my mind could stop it. The door to his office creaked open, and I slipped inside, careful to stay hidden in the shadows. Ivan stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense, his phone pressed to his ear. Damien was nearby, his arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Kill him," Ivan’s voice was low but sharp, slicing through the silence like a blade. “Robert goes first. After that, no loose ends. Not Lilah, not Lucy. No one.” My breath caught in my throat, and the room spun around me. I gripped the edge of the wall f

Lilah’s POV :The Hawaiian breeze felt alien against my skin as I stepped out of the cramped apartment Robert had secured for us. The vibrant colors of the island—blues that stretched endlessly into the sky, greens so lush they seemed almost unreal—should have brought some sense of peace. Instead, they mocked me.I wasn’t free.The island may have been paradise to some, but for me, it was just another cage, albeit with prettier walls.Robert had done his part well, setting us up with fake identities, fake lives. I was no longer Lilah Daniels; now, I was Amelia White, a tourist here with her family for a long vacation.“Stick to the story,” Robert had told us firmly as we unpacked. “If anyone asks, we’re just passing through. No questions. No loose ends.”He was right, of course. We couldn’t afford mistakes. Ivan’s shadow loomed too large, even here.But pretending was exhausting. Every smile at a stranger felt like a lie. Every casual conversation with a store clerk felt like a trap.