Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: "Why Not Use The Elevator?"

Aren recognized the voice at once.

’Liviana Sartori.’

The sudden sound didn’t just ruin Aren’s cover; it also alarmed the servant.

His head snapped toward the sound, shoulders tightening. He increased his pace at once and shoved through the heavy emergency door, letting it swing shut behind him and cut off his trail completely.

Aren let out a soft, regretful sigh.

’Target missed.’

A moment later, she stepped out from her hiding place just as Liviana rounded the corner.

"Lady Liviana," she greeted calmly, "I didn’t know you were invited too. I didn’t see you earlier."

Liviana Sartori was still burning with a deep, rotten irritation at her son, Gael, for his repeated failures in killing Caio Sartori.

The frustration had become such a familiar sensation that it no longer surprised her, but it still sat unpleasantly under her skin.

Failure was humiliating.

Repetition made it insulting.

But what interested her more was the report her own men had brought to her ear moments earlier: Caio had arrived with Ariana Lombardi.

Not with Leo, who tailed Caio like a constant shadow.

With her.

That alone had been enough to sharpen Liviana’s curiosity.

With that burning curiosity, Liviana approached Aren with a warm smile.

"What a coincidence, Ariana dear."

She stepped closer, close enough to make her presence feel intimate, and held both of Aren’s hands in hers.

"I only spotted you earlier because of Lady Micaela. That woman surely possesses no grace despite her social standing. Are you feeling alright?"

Aren offered a thankful nod.

"Thank you for your concern, I am well. You wish to talk to me?"

"Indeed," Liviana said warmly. "But it’s a private matter. How about we find somewhere a little more private?"

She turned and guided Aren into a quieter corridor, away from the ballroom noise and the heavy traffic of waitstaff and reporters.

Her tone shifted as they moved, becoming softer, more affectionate, the way a flattering aunt might speak to a beloved niece.

"How are things between you and Caio?" she asked with a smile. "I see you two are getting closer lately, which makes me tremendously happy to see."

"Oh," Aren said, visibly startled.

Memories of the night in his bed rushed back at once.

His weight above her.

His lips on hers.

The pounding of his heart pressed tightly against her chest.

’Don Caio has indeed gotten very close to me.’

A deep blush crept across Aren’s features the more she thought about it. Her voice dropped to a shy murmur.

"How... do you know, madam?"

Liviana laughed instantly, amused by the blush and pleased by the reaction.

"Oh, you and Caio have been together for some time now. I even heard he’s taken you to business meetings lately."

Aren made no direct comment to that. It was a matter too close to her bodyguard contract, and revealing too much felt unprofessional.

"Well..." she said instead, "Don Caio has been very kind to me."

Liviana continued smiling.

"I’m so glad to hear that."

Her smile deepened as she tried to steer the conversation where she wanted it.

"But you know, I know Caio well enough. My nephew could be... difficult sometimes. Is there anything he does to you that makes you feel... lonely? Perhaps mistreated?"

Her gaze settled on Aren meaningfully.

"Resentful, even?"

’The girl is useless for my plans,’ Liviana concluded.

Then another thought quickly crossed her mind, ’But if Caio is suddenly this infatuated with her... perhaps using the girl as leverage might actually be a brilliant idea.’

’Corinna Leone.’

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