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CHAPTER 50: THE WEIGHT OF 3 WEEKS
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2026-05-09 20:17:38
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One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 98: DIAMOND RINGS
Jaydon The drive to the lakehouse is completely silent. At one point, I glance over at Isayanna and notice she is not just silent but also nodding off, her head tilted slightly against the window. She looks peaceful, unaware of where we are headed or what this trip might mean. I wonder if she even realizes we are on our way to the lake cottage. Her breathing is soft, rhythmic, and for a moment, I let myself imagine that things between us are as they used to be—simple, easy, and full of trust. But that is just a fantasy, and I know it.When I decided to miss work today, I told myself it would be worth it. I showed up at her place unannounced, something I rarely do, and told her I wanted to take her somewhere. She hesitated, her eyes narrowing with suspicion, but she agreed. I could tell she was reluctant, but I also noticed something else—something that gave me a flicker of hope. Isayanna seemed… calmer. The raw edges of her anger, the desperation, the betrayal, and the frustration th
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 97: ALONE UNTIL THE BABY ARRIVES
IsayannaBefore the tears pooling in my eyes can spill over, the sharp chime of the doorbell cuts through the heavy silence. My head snaps toward the door, the same door Jaydon had walked out of just minutes ago. My chest tightens, and I swallow hard, trying to push down the lump forming in my throat. I cannot believe I actually stood up to him like that. For years, I had promised myself I would never let him see me cry, never let him know how much his words could cut me to the core. Yet here I am, standing in the middle of the living room, my vision blurred and my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might break through my ribs. Why does it feel like the entire world is on his side? Why does everyone seem to think his pain is more valid than mine? Yes, he was traumatized by the accident—I get that. But so was I. I went through hell too, and I did it alone. No one held my hand or whispered comforting words in my ear. I picked myself up, piece by broken piece, and kept moving forw
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 96: THE LETTER ON THE DOORSTEP
Jaydon Finally, after three stops, the car comes to a halt in front of Isayanna’s house. I sit frozen in the backseat, my hands gripping the edge of the leather seat, trying to summon the courage to ask Jude to take me here. The truth is, I did not plan this. I did not wake up this morning thinking I would end up here, standing on the precipice of a conversation I have been avoiding for months. But here I am, and there is no turning back now.Those three stops were not just errands. They were excuses. The first stop was to buy a gift for her—a small, fragile box wrapped in silver paper that now sits beside me on the seat. The second stop was to pick up flowers, a bouquet of white lilies that remind me of her quiet strength. The third stop was for me. To breathe. To think. To gather the shattered pieces of my confidence and remind myself why I need to do this. Why I cannot keep running away.Even now, as I step out of the car, my legs feel like they are made of lead. My heart is pound
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