Hail the Mafia Queen

“I want to file a divorce.”Karlo Rodriguez had always warned me to never go inside his study whenever he is working. But now, I am standing in front of him, his table only barricading between us. He was filled with paperworks and currently manipulating his laptop.Despite the words that spewed out of my mouth, he remained unfazed and continued clicking on his keyboard. I inhaled sharply and crossed my arms, anger seething inside my system because I am pissed he was not even listening to me.“Did you not hear me? I want a divorce!” I repeated again, rising my voice this time.He paused and raised his gaze at me. I arched my eyebrow with a small smile on my lips, grateful that he is now paying attention on me. But then again, he lowered his eyes and now getting papers from the other side of the table. My jaw tightened by how casually he just ignored me. I groaned in frustration and slammed the table.“Karlo!” I exclaimed.“I don’t see any reason for you to divorce me, Minerva,” he said

I did not even realize that there was media surrounding the entrance of the hotel. Their cameras blinded me, so I shrunk my eyes just so I could see clearly. The guards tried stopping them, but they kept capturing us, especially the other guests in front of us. “Mr. Rodriguez! Please let us have an interview!”“May we know what is your next project in the city?”“What can you say about the new elected president of the country? Mr. Karlo Rodriguez, please answer!”My ears were ringing of the name of the man beside me. When I looked at Karlo, that is when I realized that his hand was holding tightly on my knuckles. My eyes went down to my hand holding his wrist, his other hand was on my waist, and his head alternately looking side by side, as if we were in a pedestrian lane and he is protecting me from the fast cars which are the reporters and media trying to bump us. It felt like a slow motion and his touch was giving electricities in my body. I should move away, but people might no

The maids have already brought the tray with food and water the moment Karlo went outside to leave me alone. I remained staring at the ceiling, trying to fight the headache caused by what Karlo said to me a while ago.The Red Cartel. The government. The enemies and criminals of my parents…Everything was overwhelming, and it made me think that all of it was a foolish joke. But if I were to make scenes that transpired last night, the shooting with guns, the men Karlo were trying to fight while carrying me, and Helen pulling out a gun to point at me, wishing me dead, it made me have goosebumps and Karlo might be telling the truth. I slowly sat on the bed and slapped my forehead. Suddenly, a phone rang beside my table. When I looked at it, it was beside the tray. My face lit up when I realized that it was Ian on the screen. I was about to grab it, but the door opened. Karlo also looked at my ringing phone before he took it and ended the call. I gasped in shock, my mouth dropping at wha

After the conversation Gaidel, Karlo, and I had inside the conference room, I was left alone with nothing to do but stare at the wall in front of me, as the two of them went outside, and Karlo wanted me to stay. I remained sitting on the swivel chair with both hands at the sides of my head, my elbows pressed against the table, and statuesque in my position. This can’t be true. This must be a dream. The information about being the heiress of this mysterious mafia organization was a lot to process.If my life were not at stake, would I have known everything about this? Would I have known that my parents built up a dangerous mafia organization where bad people chased them? And now that they are gone, I will take over? What the actual fu-?“Minerva,” I heard Karlo’s voice behind me, but I still did not turn to where he was. “We will leave now.”“I think I’m going to throw up first. Where’s the powder room?” I asked before standing up and confronting him. “Or is it kind of a portal again w

We spent the night watching a movie. Karlo did not leave when I turned to my Netflix account and revealed what I was planning to do. Even when I was getting an ice cream, he did not even move as I arrived. “Would you like some ice cream?” I offered and neared the cup to his mouth.That’s when he turned to me. He glanced at the ice cream I was holding, while I was just waiting for him to answer. He was having a grim expression, as if he despised the ice cream.“I would like to have a taste,” he revealed.“Only taste?” I echoed. “You don’t want to eat another cup?”“I don’t like cold and sweet food.”I frowned. “What a choosy man!” I said bluntly and scooped an enough amount of ice cream on my spoon. “Say aaahhh?”Karlo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, repeatedly glancing at the spoon and then my face. I neared the spoon again, slightly touching his lips so it would urge him to eat it. He did not have a choice but to open his mouth and eat the handful of ice cream. He stared at me f