Betrayed by My Mafia Brother novel Chapter 61

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He blinked, shook his head, and forced a smile. “Nothing. Let’s go.”

Callum stirred awake just before dawn, the sky outside still cloaked in darkness.

He hadn’t slept properly all night-every time he closed his eyes, the image of me walking away played on a

relentless loop in his mind, leaving him restless and unsettled.

Beside him, the woman was still asleep. He glanced at her briefly before rising quietly, careful not to wake her, and made his way to my room.

The moment he pushed the door open, he stopped short. It was empty. Completely and utterly empty.

For a moment, he just stood there, unable to process what he was seeing. Then, as if in a trance, he moved

toward the closet and slowly pulled open the doors.

There was nothing inside-no clothes, no boxes, not even a lingering trace of scent.

A wave of cold disbelief swept through him, sharp and jarring in its intensity.

The sudden emptiness struck with the force of something final, something irreversible. And in that moment, he felt it-loss, not as a thought, but as a blow.

He stumbled back to the bedroom, grabbed his phone, and called the housekeeper.

“Where’s Savannah’s stuff?” he demanded. “Why is everything gone?”

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The housekeeper, still groggy with sleep, jolted awake at the sound of his voice. “Mrs. Wexler said she had

too many clothes and wouldn’t wear them all, so she asked me to bring them home for my granddaughter. Is something wrong, sir?”

“What about everything else?” Callum asked.

“That I’m not sure about. Maybe you should ask her directly?”

The vague response only deepened his frustration. Without another word, he ended the call and immediately dialed my number.

But all he got was an automated message: The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

He stared at the screen in a daze, the automated voice echoing in his mind. The creeping unease that had been stirring since last night now swelled into something heavy and suffocating, coiling in his chest until his stomach ached.

Callum clutched at the dull pain in his abdomen, teeth clenched against the rising discomfort.

The sound of his voice roused Eliza from her sleep. She turned and saw the sheen of sweat gathering on F forehead, her face going pale in alarm. She scrambled upright and rushed to help him to the hospital.

By then, I had already arrived at the remote base where my senior was currently stationed.

“Savannah, this place is full of hidden dangers,” he said with a teasing smile. “Don’t go wandering around, okay?” As he spoke, he grabbed a man nearby. “This is my best friend, Gabe Thatcher, the head of the

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