Semua Bab The lost Mafia princess : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Elizabeth’s pulse pounded as the door creaked open, and the same man who’d dragged her from the train leered at her from the doorway, his dark gaze sharp and predatory. She took a step back, her instincts screaming at her to run, but there was nowhere to go, and he blocked the only way out. He tilted his head, smirking as he held out his hand, mocking politeness.“Come along now,” he sneered, clearly enjoying her fear. “It’s time you met our guests. Don’t be shy.”Her feet stayed glued to the floor, even as she tried to summon the courage to walk past him without a trace of fear. But her heart hammered too loudly, and her palms were clammy as she curled them into fists at her sides. The faint sounds of distant laughter drifted through the hall, and dread sank into her stomach, twisting it into tight, painful knots.The man sighed, the smirk vanishing as impatience took over. He strode toward her and seized her arm roughly, pulling her forward with enough force to jolt her into motion.

Elizabeth's heart hammered as the car turned down a wide, secluded drive lined with towering trees. Her pulse quickened with each passing moment, both from the uncertainty of her situation and from the curiosity rising within her. She didn’t know much about her "buyer," but one thing was certain—he possessed wealth and power that went beyond anything she'd seen before.As the car glided to a stop, her eyes widened at the sight before her. A sleek collection of luxury cars stretched along the drive, each one more extravagant than the last. She hadn’t thought anyone could rival Mr. Black or her brothers in terms of wealth, but this man—whoever he was—seemed to surpass them effortlessly. She stared, unable to suppress a soft gasp as she took in the endless display of opulence.When she glanced back at him, she found herself lingering on his features, his chiseled jawline and those intense green eyes that held a strange, almost unreadable look. He was undeniably handsome, a fact she’d not

Mike's point of View Mike paced the dimly lit room, his fists clenched, knuckles raw and aching from the hours he’d spent trying to break through Uncle Nick’s silence. It was maddening—each minute that passed without answers felt like another wall closing in on him, trapping him in his own frustration. He’d tried every approach he knew, from coaxing to threats, but Nick’s expression had remained that same smug sneer.Across the room, Nick sat bound to a chair, a thin trickle of blood running from his split lip. Even now, with bruises darkening his skin and a cut above his eyebrow, he looked far too pleased with himself. Every punch seemed to fuel his sick enjoyment, a twisted satisfaction that drove Mike up the wall.“You think this is funny?” Mike growled, his voice barely containing the rage simmering beneath. “You think you can just sit there and smirk after everything you’ve done?”Nick lifted his head slowly, his gaze mocking as he met Mike’s eyes. “You’ve gotten sloppy, Mike.

Laying on the luxurious bed in Adrian's grand house, Elizabeth's thoughts raced while she gazed up at the sophisticated chandelier. Despite the opulence and sophistication of her surroundings, her mind was engulfed in the shadows of doubt and anxiety. She attempted to reassure herself by recalling that she had endured worse situations before, but this time was unlike any other. She was distant from her family, Mr. Black, and all familiar faces. Adrian's mansion was a stronghold. She could only see a little from her room, but she had spotted his many security guards, all equally intimidating. Although this location resembles a castle, for her, it was just like being trapped in a different jail. Her train of thought was interrupted by a gentle tapping at the door, causing her to sit up hastily with a blend of worry and anticipation. It could have been Adrian once more. Although he appeared cold on the outside, there was a quality about him that gave her a sense of security - a p

Mike paced the cold concrete floor, his patience wearing thin as he waited outside the dimly lit room where Nick sat. They had been trying for hours to get something out of him, but so far, Nick had remained unyielding, mocking their efforts with a twisted smile that only fueled Mike’s frustration. Every time he thought they were close, Nick would sit back, that smug look on his face, as if he were savoring every second of their struggle. Mike’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to keep his composure.Mike’s mind raced with thoughts of Elizabeth, each one amplifying his need for answers. He could no longer afford to wait. He needed to break Nick, and fast.Finally, he heard footsteps approaching. Turning, he saw a tall, wiry man with sharp, penetrating eyes entering the room. This was Ethan, a man Mike had worked with years ago—a skilled interrogator, and more importantly, someone who understood how to unearth secrets without leaving a single mark.“Thank