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Chapter 47

ผู้เขียน: Amy Robert
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-11-10 23:28:03

Arielle's POV

Standing up, I found my way to the bathroom. As I got in, my throat burned, my stomach churning at the same time. Rushing to the sink, I threw up everything in my gut.

After that, I came out to the bedroom and saw neatly folded clothes, toothbrush, towel even a new set of underwear lying on the bed. Pain relievers included—just everything I needed to refresh.

I shrugged and dragged my feet to the bathroom. While taking my bath, memories of the previous night came flooding in.

My eyes widened. What have I done?

What have I said?

My hand flew to my lips when I remembered how I had teased him. I'd slowly brushed my lips against his. It was only a light contact. But I know it wasn't just light. It was a tempting invitation.

Groaning inwardly as every annoying memory popped into my head, I managed to get dressed in the t-shirt and shorts.

Picking up my phone, I saw a voice message from Violet.

I listened to the voice message. "Hey, I drove your car home. My place
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  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 47

    Arielle's POV Standing up, I found my way to the bathroom. As I got in, my throat burned, my stomach churning at the same time. Rushing to the sink, I threw up everything in my gut. After that, I came out to the bedroom and saw neatly folded clothes, toothbrush, towel even a new set of underwear lying on the bed. Pain relievers included—just everything I needed to refresh. I shrugged and dragged my feet to the bathroom. While taking my bath, memories of the previous night came flooding in. My eyes widened. What have I done? What have I said? My hand flew to my lips when I remembered how I had teased him. I'd slowly brushed my lips against his. It was only a light contact. But I know it wasn't just light. It was a tempting invitation. Groaning inwardly as every annoying memory popped into my head, I managed to get dressed in the t-shirt and shorts. Picking up my phone, I saw a voice message from Violet. I listened to the voice message. "Hey, I drove your car home. My place

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 46

    Gabriel's POV Why is she here? Why must we be in the same space almost every time? I asked myself as I swallowed the hard lump that had formed in my throat while staring down at her. Just when I wanted to have a clear head and get her out of my mind, she decided to pop up again, in human form this time. "Why are you here? Why are you still here to protect me if you know you're just gonna avoid me?" she questioned, her words coming out as a slurred speech. She appeared tipsy, probably drunk. Yes, I was avoiding her. My emotions and my mind were messed up because of her, especially now that I figured out that I shouldn't even be anywhere close to her. "I'm not here to watch you. It's just a coincidence that we are in the same place," I stated without emotion, darting my eyes away. "Oh." She rubbed the back of her neck, looking up at me. "I'm glad you're here." Without warning, I stood up, pushing the stool aside. "Have a nice night, Arielle." She let out a soft gasp and held my

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 45

    Arielle's POV I received a call from Alessio telling me to stay at home for a few days before I could resume work. And that's what I did. I stayed at home, hardly talking to anybody.I didn't tell my mom about the experience. I lied to her about the injury because I didn't want her to worry about me.Maven knew he wronged me, so he kept his distance. We were cool, but not like before. I was still slightly annoyed with him.Violet called multiple times. I didn't know what to tell her so I ignored.The only thing on my mind, the only thing I kept pondering about was Luciano's attitude after he dropped me home. Why would he tell me to leave the car all of a sudden after offering a broad chest for me to cry on?It didn't make any sense to me, and I was determined to know the reason.I picked up my phone and dialed the number Alessio sent to me. I never thought a day would come when I would call Luciano.After a few seconds of ringing, he finally picked up."Hello," he said, his voice low

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 44

    Jennie's POV Something was wrong with Gabriel, and I knew it. There was an external influence on him because he had changed in every way. Little did I know that his personal assistant was behind his change. Tonight confirmed my suspicions. Heaven knows how sore my eyes got from watching him hug her. It was unbelievable. He never hugged any other woman except me. A lot had changed.I paced about as they left the room, worried and irritated."What was that?" I asked Alessio."What?""Who is she to him?" My voice was icy as I questioned."His personal assistant.""I know that, silly. There's something else. They are close. Tell me everything you know, Alessio.""There's nothing going on between them. It's platonic," he replied dryly."Platonic," I snapped. "But he's attached to her. I've observed it. Just three months of my absence, and he's already clinging to her."Alessio stared at me like I was some kind of raging bitch. "Why are you bothered? You've always wanted to see this cari

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 43

    Arielle's POV We arrived at his place. My mind was already too preoccupied with the recent incident that I couldn't take in the surroundings or admire the beauty of Luciano's home. Alessio led me into the house. It had a cool, comforting ambiance for any visitor. It was unlike his family home in Italy, which screamed danger. We entered a room—a shooting range. There were targets set up across the room and guns carefully arranged. Luciano was standing behind Jennie Morgan, his hands wrapped around her as he guided her to aim at the target. They were having fun, and then I realized I was in the wrong place. I was sad. I was bitter and pained. I didn't want to ruin their fun. Besides, Luciano warned me about Noah. What if he doesn't care anymore? What if I had already pissed him off by going back to Noah? I turned back to Alessio. "I think I'll just go home. Do you mind driving?" "Are you sure you want to—?" "Yes," I replied, wiping the tears from my face. I had just take

  • Mafia's Art of Love    Chapter 42

    Arielle's POVNoah held my hand, leading me into his house. The warm lighting and slow gentle music set the tone for the evening.He led me to the dining table and pulled a chair for me to sit.The table was adorned with rose petals and carefully arranged flowers. There were already several dishes spread out on the table, the sweet aroma of food wafting into the air.I thought we were just going to watch a movie together or have a normal dinner. I didn't expect him to pull off something like this."I love this!" I exclaimed with genuine delight.He smiled then leaned to kiss my forehead. "I'm sorry for what I did. I'm just paying for my sins." He chuckled and kissed me on the lips. "Happy birthday, Arielle."My eyes sparkled with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you for all of this."As we began to eat, I stole glances at him and giggled each time he caught me staring. I was satisfied with this—this moment.It was reality.We chatted and laughed while digging into our plates. Occasionall

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