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Chapter One hundred and Thirteen: POV 3: Prom Night 1
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Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter One hundred and Thirteen: Prom Night 2
PROM NIGHT HALL"Why is Conrad still hovering around you? I hate his guts," Mercy hissed, arms folded and eyes scanning the room with distaste."I blame myself for being lenient with him," I replied, my voice sharp with regret. "He sent me a text saying he wanted us to meet, and like a fool, I agreed. I told him we could just be friends. But today..." My words trailed off as the anger swelled in my chest.The memory of what he whispered earlier haunted me."I don't mind sharing."Those four words sliced through my heart like a serrated blade. My fists clenched as the pain bubbled beneath my ribs. Who did he think he was?All I wanted now was to go home—to Leonard. I needed to tell him everything. Conrad was toying with fire, and he had no idea how dangerous the consequences could be.I walked with Mercy, each step heavy with boiling rage, and sat at one of the tables arranged near the stage."Did you tell him that you're married now?" Mercy asked, voice low but firm."Yes, I did. But
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter One hundred and Thirteen: POV 3: Prom Night 1
PROM NIGHT HALL"Did you see what Jasmine wore? It's practically stitched onto her," one girl whispered to her friend near the punch table, pretending not to stare.The hall glowed under a canopy of golden lights, their soft shimmer catching the gleam of polished shoes and glittering gowns. Music pulsed through the air, laughter tumbled from clustered groups, and champagne flutes clinked over shared secrets and stolen glances."She’s trying way too hard. I mean—please, rhinestones and feathers?" the other snorted.At the edge of the dance floor, two boys leaned close over their drinks."I heard Coach is actually here, hiding at the back," one said."Probably making sure no one spikes the punch this year," the other replied, laughing.A burst of flashbulbs lit up the far end of the room as a pair of figures entered—turning heads immediately.Sophia entered, radiant as moonlight on still water. She wore a floor-length deep emerald gown that shimmered subtly under the lights, sculpted to
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MORANO'S MANSION – Leonard's Office"Mmmm." Leonard heaved a sigh of relief—or perhaps frustration—as he sat restlessly in the dimly lit office. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, but his mind was louder. On the table before him lay a single phone, its screen now dark, but moments ago it had shown him everything he needed. Photos of Sophia—his Sophia—with Conrad. Holding hands. Sitting together in class. Laughing.He slowly slid to the next picture. It was a video. The audio was faint, but the visuals were unmistakable. Sophia stood in front of a hallway, nervously biting her lip before confessing her feelings to Conrad. Her voice cracked with emotion. Leonard’s jaw clenched, his shoulders stiff.The shadows in the room danced across his face, concealing the boiling rage behind his usually impassive eyes. His fingers flexed slightly, then relaxed as he heard the door creak open.“You called for me?” Sophia asked lightly, her voice breaking the tension as she walke
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SOPHIA’S POVCrystal University – Library“Sophia, can we talk?” Conrad’s voice came soft but too familiar behind me.I didn’t look up from the textbook I wasn’t even reading. My fingers flipped through pages aimlessly, the ink on the paper blurring under my steady gaze.“We’re already talking, Conrad. What do you want?” I muttered, trying to keep my voice even.We were standing in one of the quiet corners of the library, tucked between towering bookshelves. Only the occasional footsteps of students and the ticking wall clock kept the silence from becoming unbearable.“I just—did you get my message?” he asked, sounding more hesitant now.“I did,” I said flatly, finally closing the book and hugging it to my chest. “So?”“I wanted to talk… face to face. There’s been something on my mind. Something I heard.”Here it comes.“Let me guess,” I said with a faint sigh. “Someone told you I’m married?”He hesitated, then blinked rapidly. “So it’s true? You’re actually… married?”I looked up at
Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend Chapter One hundred and Eight: POV3: The perfect Storm
PENTHOUSE - VICTORIA'S APARTMENTThe night bled into the city with a golden glow, skyscrapers reflecting fractured light like jagged shards of a broken mirror. On the twentieth floor of a luxurious high-rise, Victoria stood at the edge of her floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city pulse like a living beast. Behind her, Thelma stepped into the room, her heels echoing softly on the marble floor. She was dressed in black from head to toe, her eyes bloodshot with unresolved fury. The embers of light, throwing shadows across the long scar that stretched from her cheek to her jawline. it wasn't just a scar—it was a reminder, a trophy of survival. And a reason for revenge."Did you get her today?" Thelma asked, voice low but strained. Her hands were clenched tightly by her side.Victoria didn’t look away from the city. She exhaled, releasing a lazy puff of smoke into the air. "What do you want to hear?""Victoria, I'm not in the mood for jokes," Thelma snapped, stepping closer."Then y
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