All Chapters of Mafia Lycan King’s Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter ElevenLyla's POV:“What?!” Justin’s voice rose, loud enough to make me flinch. “Lucian Knight? Are you kidding me?”“I wish I was,” I said bitterly. “I didn’t know until I stood in front of him. It’s him, Justin. The man I hate most in this world.”“Did he recognize you?” He asked impatiently, and I could almost hear his heartbeat through the line.I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “No. My face has changed, remember? He didn’t recognize me, but—”“But nothing!” Justin cut in. “Lyla, don’t even think about working for him. It’s only a matter of time before he figures it out. Your voice, your personality—they haven’t changed. He’ll know it’s you.”I sighed. “Justin, I don’t have a choice! I’ve spent too long on this. I’ve lost too much to give up now.”“Lyla,” He called out, softer this time, like he was trying to reason with me. “You’ve already been through hell because of him. Why are you putting yourself in his path again? This is suicide.”“I know what I’m do

Chapter 13Lyla's POV:My stomach twisted. Of course, he wouldn’t wait long to put me to work.I handled Diego quite well.“Of course,” I replied, forcing confidence into my tone.“Good,” He said, his voice carrying that commanding edge that made my skin crawl. “Be at my office in an hour. Don’t be late.”The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone.“What was that about?” Justin asked warily.I looked up, meeting his concerned gaze. “It was Lucian. He wants me at his office in an hour.”Justin frowned. “Lyla—”“I can handle it,” I interrupted, standing up from the table. “I’ve come too far to back out now.”I didn’t give him a chance to argue as I turned and headed upstairs to prepare.Inside, though, doubt crept in. Lucian’s voice had sounded far too calm. Was this just about work? Or has he started piecing together who I really was?I pushed the thought aside. This is my only chance to bring them all down, and I wasn’t about to let it slip through my fingers.I ran into

Chapter 15 Lucian's POV:I leaned back in my chair, staring at the faint reflection of her back in the glass wall of my office. My mind wasn’t on the legal documents scattered across my desk, nor on the dozens of phone calls I’d ignored this morning. It was on her. River Anderson—or whatever her real name was.Her reaction earlier kept replaying in my head. The way her face paled and her lips parted slightly when she saw Marielle. Shock, confusion, and something I couldn’t quite place—it was all there, written all over her face.I expected boldness when she stormed into my office, but I didn’t expect her composure to falter like that. The thought made me smirk. Married to Marielle? Even in the depths of my ruthlessness, I couldn’t have orchestrated that nightmare for myself. Yet River believed it. She intrigued me, and that was dangerous.I turned in my chair, letting my gaze wander towards her. She carried herself with confidence, but her eyes darted around the room, taking in eve

Chapter 17Lyla's POV:Mona?Why on earth is she calling me now?Mona was a stripper I’d crossed paths with at four different nightclubs during my relentless search for the Ruthless Knight. Back then, I’d given her my number, hoping she might come across information about him. But she never called—not once.Even when I tried reaching out, my calls went unanswered. Frustrated, I retraced my steps, visiting every nightclub where she performed, only to be told the same thing: She was “unreachable.”And now, after all this time, here she is, calling me?Clearing my throat, I answered the call, my voice steady despite my confusion. “Hello?” I said, stepping outside the building into the crisp evening air.“River? Is that you?” Her voice was soft but had an edge of fear, making me grip my phone a little tighter.“Yes, it’s me,” I replied cautiously.“I’m sorry for being out of touch,” She began. “But I really need your help. Can we meet up?”Her words threw me off. Why now, after disappeari

Chapter 19Lyla's POV:She continued. “ Other than those Photos, and messages, there is a witness. Someone who saw him being taken.”I frowned. “A witness? And they didn’t go to the police?”She scoffed bitterly. “The police? They don’t care. They probably wouldn’t last a day if they went after someone like the Ruthless Knight.”She had a point. I knew firsthand how law enforcement operated in this world—half of them were bought, the other half too scared to act. Still, something about this didn’t sit right with me.“Mona,” I said, my tone softer now. “Why come to me? Why not... I don’t know, leave the city? Start fresh somewhere else?”Her eyes met mine, and for the first time since she sat down, I saw a flicker of determination. “Because I can’t. I can’t just let my brother’s death go unanswered. I have to do something. And you...” She paused, biting her lip. “You’ve been looking for him, haven’t you?” She asked. “I want Justice, Lyla.”Justice?Once again, the word tasted bitter on