Semua Bab Twisted Love With The Mafia Boss: Bab 181 - Bab 190

The sun was only just beginning to rise over the sea as the boat finally coasted into the narrow inlet behind the safe house, hidden beneath a thick veil of jungle and rock. Mist clung to the trees like a breath held too long, and the cries of birds echoed somewhere in the distance, far too peaceful for what they had just survived. Alejandro’s grip on the steering handle loosened slowly, but the tension in his shoulders remained stiff, locked in place by the blood, gunpowder, and adrenaline still coursing through him. His knuckles were scraped, his shirt torn, and his eyes bore the weight of a hundred battles this one had merely added more shadows to the collection.Aria hadn’t let go of his hand since the last bullet had been fired. Her palm was warm in his, her grip steady, even though her breathing was still uneven and shallow. She hadn't cried. She hadn't screamed. She had fought sharp, fast, fearless. But he knew her silence wasn’t peace. It was survival. And survival always came

The sky was bruised with the colors of dusk as the safehouse lights flickered to life one by one, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floors. The quiet buzz of electricity hummed through the air, but inside the living room, the tension was louder. Alejandro stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the crimson-stained sky. His arms were folded across his chest, but his posture wasn’t calm. It was coiled like a storm waiting to be unleashed.Aria watched him from the couch, her fingers gripping the throw pillow tightly. She had seen him silent before, even cold but this was different. His silence wasn’t an escape from emotion it was soaked in it. His eyes weren’t empty; they were burning. And the fire in them made her own chest ache.Valentina entered the room with two mugs of tea, one for Miguel who was finally beginning to look like himself again and one for herself. She paused briefly, her eyes flitting between Alejandro and Aria. There was something simmering be

The rain hammered against the glass walls of Alejandro’s private suite as if the sky itself mourned what was left of the night. Aria stood barefoot near the window, her silk robe soaked along the hem, her arms wrapped tightly around her body, not from cold—but from disbelief. The echo of Valentina’s broken voice still rang in her ears, the truth of what she’d uncovered hitting harder than anything she’d ever imagined. Alejandro had lied. Again. Not just about the past—but about the very blood that tied them all together. Alejandro and Jace were half-brothers. And everything was spiraling from that one tangled thread.Downstairs, Alejandro paced like a storm bottled in human form. He’d read Valentina’s message ten times over, but the weight of it refused to sink in. Aria knew. She finally knew. And there was no version of the truth that would make it right again. He’d spent years manipulating the shadows, but now the light was burning through his lies, stripping him raw. He was no long

Alejandro paced the length of the hospital hallway like a lion trapped in a cage, his fists clenched so tightly the veins in his arms bulged beneath the sleeves of his shirt. Every inch of him screamed fury and desperation. Aria had been taken again, and this time it wasn’t just a rival cartel—it was someone closer, someone who knew how to disappear without a trace. Sophia stood nearby, her arms folded across her chest, her face pale but determined. “He won’t kill her,” she said softly, watching Alejandro carefully. “He wants something else—something deeper.”Alejandro’s eyes flicked to her. “If he touches her, I’ll tear his heart out with my hands.”Sophia didn’t flinch. She had seen the carnage Alejandro was capable of when Aria was in danger. But this time felt different. Alejandro was unraveling, not because he couldn’t control the situation—but because he was scared. Deeply, undeniably scared. That was something even he didn’t want to admit.“He’s not acting alone,” Sophia contin

The night sky stretched above like a canvas of black velvet, pierced only by the distant glow of city lights. Aria’s breath came in shallow gasps as she sprinted down the alley, the sound of heavy footsteps echoing behind her. She had never imagined she’d find herself in this position again, running for her life, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. The city, once a place of possibility and adventure, had become a maze of danger she could barely navigate. Every corner she turned seemed to bring her closer to the people who wanted to use her, hurt her. And no matter how fast she ran, it felt as though the shadows were always one step ahead.She could hear the footfalls behind her, the men closing in. Their laughter—cruel, taunting—reached her ears, sending a shiver of dread down her spine. She didn’t have time to think, to process. Her only goal now was survival. She darted down another narrow street, the walls closing in as if they were conspiring to trap her.She could feel h