บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 87

The great hall hummed with activity, a weird mix of nervousness and expectation. Each second dragging its own weight, guests crowded the aisles like soft rustling leaves. The chandeliers overhead threw golden halos, their light glittering off the marble flooring, lighting faces that had appeared so far-far now invading Alexander's own delicate sense of peace. The wedding had gone without a hitch, but Alexander felt as though all of it weighty in his chest like a stone. His body stiff as though he were getting ready for the blow of an invisible weapon, he stood next to Dysis at the altar. His tuxedo hung precisely to his strong build, the dark cloth absorbing the light and rendering him virtually in darkness. Every inch of him seemed deliberate, under control, yet within he was fraying like the seams of his coat. Usually chilly and impenetrable, his icy-blue eyes now flicked with something he couldn quite identify. His eyes kept straying to Dysis, the lady who had before cause

There was still the smell of firewood and lavender.Soft. Faint.Dysis stirred.Her eyes fluttered open to a world softly lighted by the glow of a fireplace—the same room, but quiet now, surrounded in an unusual warmth. Her body felt as though it had been pulled apart and then put back together with excessively thin threads.A rustle of paper.A voice.“Oh, you’re awake, daughter-in-law.”Dysis turned her head, vision still a little hazy from the weight of whatever sleep—or unconsciousness—had claimed her. Across the room, seated in a burgundy armchair with one leg crossed over the other, was Adam Levi, dressed in a dark navy suit with silver cufflinks, reading a book that looked… far too delicate in his hands.Her eyes narrowed, trying to make out the title.How to Care for a Newborn.“What—” she began, her throat raw. “What are you…?”He grinned without looking up. “Just brushing up on my knowledge. Sooner or later we’ll have a newborn.”Who is he referring to dysis thought to herse

Reviewing the files before Adam, he sat behind his polished mahogany desk, his fingers tapping steadily against the wood. High above the city, his office was a fortress of icy efficiency, every piece of furniture positioned with exacting accuracy. But even with all the grandeur around him, a great sense of unhappiness ate at his core. His life—the history, the expectations, the cold, deliberate actions that had gotten him to this point—pressed down on him ruthlessly. It all felt caught, suffocating him. And today, the approaching wedding plans of his father just served to intensify that pressure.Rosie. His mind kept returning the name, as it had for the last few days. With a force Adam could hardly ignore, her blazing red hair, calm, unwavering eyes, and rebellious attitude against everything he had made crashed into his meticulously created universe. She was his wife, a little pawn in the game of family politics, but she refused to follow the rules of his dominion. And in some weir