All Chapters of BETROTHED TO THE ALPHA MAFIA KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42:Elara’s PerspectiveThe elevator plunged downward, shuddering violently as gunfire ricocheted off the metal shaft. I clung to the side railing, every breath tight in my chest. Damian stood in front of me like a wall of steel, his gun drawn, eyes sharp and unblinking.“She set us up,” I whispered, barely able to believe it. “Lena… she was one of them.”“She’s working for something bigger,” Damian muttered. “Not Volkov rivals. Something off the grid. Black ops.”The lights above us flickered—then went out.Everything plunged into darkness.I swallowed a scream as the elevator screeched to a halt and the emergency brakes slammed us to a dead stop. Sparks fell from the ceiling.Then silence.“What now?” I asked, my voice cracking.Damian pulled a flashlight from his jacket and flicked it on, casting a sharp beam of light across the panel. He pried open the emergency hatch in the roof of the elevator and looked down at me.“Climb.”We emerged into the maintenance tunnel, a clau

CHAPTER 44:Elara’s PerspectiveThe wind whipped through my hair as I stepped into the spotlight, the brightness blinding after the smoke-choked room below. My heart thundered, but I kept my arms raised. I could hear Damian yelling behind me, his voice raw with fury and fear.“Get back here, Elara! Don’t do this!”But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not with a sniper trained on Katya.“Stand down,” the voice boomed from the chopper. “We will extract the subject.”I took one final step into the circle of light.And then I dropped.I hit the ground hard and rolled, just as the strobe of a sniper shot hissed through the air. But it didn’t hit Katya. It didn’t hit me.It shattered the lens of the searchlight.The world exploded into chaos.“GO NOW!” Damian’s voice cut through the storm as he emerged from the shadows, guns blazing, every bullet a precise answer to the ambush from above.And then—from the trees behind the property—more gunfire. But not from the enemy.A second team.Ours.Or rat

CHAPTER 46:Elara’s PerspectiveThe forest was eerily quiet now.Only the embers remained—smoldering wreckage, curling smoke, the scent of ozone lingering in the air. The clone was gone, erased in a burst of artificial light and twisted truth. But the words she left behind echoed louder than any explosion.“He’s still alive.”I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t blink.My father—Viktor Vasiliev. The man who had orchestrated my marriage, manipulated our lives, and supposedly died in the bloody purge that followed the syndicate fallout. He was supposed to be gone.But if the clone’s last act wasn’t a mind game...He might have been the puppet master this entire time.“I need answers,” I muttered, brushing ash from my face. “Now.”Damian glanced at me from where he crouched beside a scorched tree, running a gloved hand across the melted bark. “Then we find the lab she came from.”Katya joined us, bruised and pale. “I cracked the shutdown protocol. It’s linked to a server buried under Omega’s old

CHAPTER 48:Elara’s PerspectiveThe gun in my hand felt heavier than it ever had before, its cold metal surface a stark reminder of what I was about to do. My heart was pounding, adrenaline surging through my veins. I had crossed a line—a point of no return—and there was no going back now.I could feel Damian's presence beside me, his hand steady on my arm, his breath quick and shallow. But I didn't turn to him. Not now. Not when my eyes were locked on Viktor, the man who had manipulated me for years, the man who had built me into something I despised."Do you really think you can kill your own father, Elara?" Viktor's voice was low, taunting, as if he found my defiance amusing.I clenched my jaw, my finger hovering over the trigger. “I don’t think I have a choice anymore.”The room seemed to hold its breath. The world outside the chamber no longer existed. It was just me and Viktor, and the crushing weight of the choices I had made. Every step I had taken had led me to this moment, a

CHAPTER 50:Elara’s PerspectiveThe darkness felt heavier now, as though the walls themselves were closing in on me. My breath came in shallow, erratic bursts, and my hands trembled as I pressed them against the cold stone of the wall, trying to steady myself. My mind raced with a thousand questions, each one more confusing than the last.What had the figure meant? No true allies?And what was all of this about Viktor being a pawn? Was there someone pulling strings behind the scenes, orchestrating everything? My father had always been the most powerful man in the room, the one who made the decisions, who controlled everything. How could he have been a pawn in some larger game?I swallowed hard, my throat dry as the weight of the realization pressed down on me.I was utterly alone.The sudden thought struck me like a bolt of lightning, sending a tremor through my body. This entire time, I’d thought Damian was my ally, that our shared struggles and our growing bond were enough to secure