Semua Bab In the arms of the Mafia Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Sasha’s chest tightened as the man’s cold, mocking words echoed in the air. The suffocating fog wrapped around her like a shroud, distorting her surroundings. His silhouette loomed closer, his predatory smile a cruel beacon in the endless gray void.“What did you do to me?” she demanded, her voice trembling as she instinctively backed away.“This isn’t about what I did,” he said, his voice calm yet dripping with menace. “It’s about what you’ve unleashed. This place—this limbo—exists because of you. And now, you’ll learn the price of meddling in things you don’t understand.”Sasha’s pulse hammered in her ears as she scanned the emptiness, searching for a way out. But the fog seemed alive, shifting and curling, obscuring her vision. She clenched her fists, refusing to let her fear show. “You’re wrong. This isn’t my fault.”“Isn’t it?” His laugh was low and menacing. “Every choice you’ve made, every step you’ve taken, has brought you here. You’re more powerful than you realize, Sasha. Bu

Sasha’s footsteps echoed through the dim corridors of the mansion, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The sound of growls and gunfire grew fainter behind her, but the panic surging in her chest refused to abate. Every instinct screamed at her to turn back, to fight alongside Ethan and Jaxon, but she knew she’d only be a liability in the chaos.She reached the spiral staircase leading to the mansion’s attic, hesitating for only a moment before climbing. The old wooden steps creaked under her weight, but the oppressive silence above made her uneasy. She pushed the attic door open, slipping inside and locking it behind her.The attic was vast, cluttered with forgotten relics of the past. Moonlight filtered through a small circular window, casting eerie shadows across the room. Sasha leaned against the door, trying to steady her breathing, when her eyes caught something glinting on the far side of the attic.She approached cautiously, weaving through the dust-covered furniture a

Sasha sat beside Ethan in the cold, dimly lit chamber, her fingers brushing gently over the bloodied gash along his temple. The healing was slow, too slow for her liking. He’d taken the brunt of Lilith’s attack, and although his body was built to endure, the wounds seemed to run deeper than the physical. His breathing was shallow, his usual strength reduced to a pale flicker of itself.“I told you to stop throwing yourself in front of danger for me,” Sasha whispered, her voice trembling. “You can’t keep doing this, Ethan. One day, it won’t be enough.”Ethan’s lips twitched into a faint smile, his amber eyes opening just a sliver. “It’s my job to protect you,” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Even from things bigger than me.”Her chest tightened, anger and guilt warring within her. “It shouldn’t have to be this way.”A tense silence fell between them, broken only by the faint crackle of a dying fire in the hearth. The mansion’s eerie quiet had returned, but it no longer fe

The mansion was a hive of activity as the group prepared for the ritual. Every corner seemed alive with purpose, yet an oppressive weight hung in the air, the kind of tension that made even the smallest sound feel amplified. Sasha’s mind churned with Caleb’s revelation about the amulet. It was both their greatest weapon and their most dangerous liability.The others gathered in the war room, oblivious to the truth she now carried. Ethan leaned against the far wall, sharpening his blade in deliberate, measured strokes. Alaric stood near the map table, his arms crossed, studying the layout of the forest with hawk-like intensity. Caleb sat apart from the rest, his gaze fixed on the amulet resting in his hands.“We’re running out of time,” Sasha said, stepping into the room. All eyes turned to her, but she avoided Caleb’s, unsure how to bridge the gap his secret had created between them.“What’s the plan?” Ethan asked, his tone clipped. He had grown increasingly impatient, the strain of t

Lilith lay on the floor of Sasha’s small cabin, her breathing shallow, her face pale as moonlight. The room was deathly quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. Sasha hovered over her, her trembling hands brushing damp strands of hair away from Lilith’s face.“Is she going to be okay?” Ethan asked, his voice low, though the tension in it was unmistakable. He stood in the corner of the room, still in his wolf form, pacing in short, restless circles.“I don’t know,” Sasha admitted. The Heart sat on the table beside her, dim and lifeless now, as though it had given everything it had in the confrontation.Alaric leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched. He had barely spoken since they returned, his eyes fixed on Lilith’s motionless form.“She’s strong,” Alaric said at last, his voice quiet but firm. “She’ll fight her way back.”Sasha wanted to believe him, but the shadowy figure who had appeared just before they escaped the square haun