Seducing The Mafia Lord's Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

SILVIO POV“What's up, doc?”Peter sat up. “It's you we've been waiting for. Remember I said you were going to sign some papers before we begin.” He got up, reached a shelf, and took a book out. “You're to sign these.” The man was seated in seconds, scattering papers around while I only watched. When everything was explained to me, I signed. One by one, I skimmed through each paper - it looked safe. Good for Peter, as his life could be lost if anything went wrong. “That's all.” He received the papers and got up. “Come meet the surgeons. They'd operate on him in an hour. I shall be there for inspection, you have nothing at all to worry about.” He walked out before me.I should be worried. But I wasn't. Antonio didn't care about his stepbrother. Not for one moment. He wasn't going to sign the damn paper - not when he wanted him dead and at the same time, couldn't do it by himself. Enzo considered me a brother more than he did his actual brother - I deserved to sign these papers. We c

As soon as I heard the gate shut, I knew the man was gone from my compound. Without any hesitation, I jumped to my feet and caught up with the main entrance. So many thoughts ran around in my head and the more I tried to have answers, the more confused I got. “Carlos!” I screamed at the top of my voice, hoping he'd answer. But he didn't - which aggravated my anger in its own special way. There was no need to come with Carlos. I led my way out, caught up with one of the cars and hopped in. Carlos would drive me on a normal day - but now wasn't even the time for it - I consoled myself as I drove out of the compound. According to James, Silvio wasn't working towards my death. At least, not now. That made me more than safe. Where was I headed? This was something I didn't conclude before hopping in my car. Initially, I planned on stopping at one of the warehouses so that I could check on the men and see what's up with them. Not until James showed up to ruin my plans - which wouldn't

AMY POV “What?!” “What the fuck, Amy?!” Madame Loretta woke up from her nap. “What's wrong with you?” “Sorry—” I led my way out of the room. “Did my nanny just use the ‘f’ word?” Antonio chuckled over the phone. “Tell me that's not her.” He chuckled again, but this wasn't the time. Not just right now as there were pressing issues that needed to be attended to. “I'm really not finding it funny right now, Antonio. We have a pressing issue. Don't you see it? Why would Silvio do a thing like that?” He now heaved a sigh. “I wouldn't know. But isn't it very obvious what his reasons are? Enzo has to live and that's what he's ensuring.” He heaved a sigh. “I've accepted my fate already.” “You can't accept that as a fate.” I protested. “We have to do something really quickly.” Now there was silence. What could even be done? What could we do to stop that man from waking up? I was racking my brain for an answer while leading my way out of the room. I needed fresh air - I was already swea

AMY POVMy room felt smaller than I remembered.Not in a bad way. Just unfamiliar in the way a space becomes when you've spent a week somewhere else entirely — somewhere with sand instead of carpet and ocean air instead of the quiet, expensive stillness of Antonio's house. I dropped my bag by the closet and stood there for a moment just looking around, reacquainting myself with my own four walls. The bed was made the way I'd left it. The curtains were drawn the exact way I always left them. Nothing had moved and yet everything felt slightly different, the way home does after you've been gone long enough to forget some of its smaller details.It was good to be back.I hadn't expected to think that. Not after spending the better part of a week resenting the very idea of the trip, dreading the company I'd be forced to keep for days on end. But somewhere between the water and the long lazy mornings and Madame Loretta's endless stories about people I'd never meet, I'd found myself not want

JEREMY POVAlas. Who could have thought? I laughed, relaxed my back, and sipped the wine that was served to me by Enzo's maid. “This is good.” I mouthed to no one in particular. Way better than the nonsense I had been taking for a long time. Where the fuck was Silvio? Down the stairs, he came. There was a smile on his face. The kind that said he had won, maybe or not, but it was a satisfying smile and I could read it. “Look at you.” He hurried down the stairs and caught up with one of the chairs. “Thank you for coming.” He let out a sigh - maybe one that told me how relieved he was. “These are the documents. They align with everything you've told me about yourself; date of birth, town of growth, school, and everything I need to know to prove this truth. Thank you for coming, Jeremy.” Did he just thank me for coming? No, he didn't do that. “No, don't mention.” I sat up, dropped the glass, and continued. “I should be the one thanking you, not the other way round.” A soft chuckle e