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CHAPTER 52: WHAT LOVE LEAVES BEHIND
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2026-05-11 00:51:29
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One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 53: A NEW STORY
Isayanna I watch him struggle with his words. Each one feels like it’s being dragged out of him, a weight he’s carried for too long. He recounts everything—leaving no detail hidden, no stone unturned. I can see it in the way his voice wavers, how his shoulders tense as if bracing for an invisible blow. He’s trying so hard not to cry in front of me, and all I want to do is reach out, wrap my arms around him, and tell him it’s okay to fall apart. But I hold back. Time, they say, heals all wounds. But as I sit here, listening to Jaydon pour out his pain, I know that isn’t entirely true. Time doesn’t heal—it only dulls the edges, makes the pain a little easier to carry. Jaydon is healing, though he doesn’t seem to realize it. For the entire year I’ve worked for him, I had no idea he was carrying this kind of burden. All I saw was a man who was distant, harsh, and unapproachable. I thought he was cold by choice, not because he was drowning in grief. Now, hearing his story, it’s as if
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 52: WHAT LOVE LEAVES BEHIND
Jaydon It had been a week since I last went to work. At home, I had been doing my best to relax, mostly because Isayanna insisted on it. Sure, I knew I needed the break—I wasn’t blind to that—but it was impossible to shake the constant weight of the work still waiting for me. With her help, though, we managed to tackle everything important in just a few days. The rest, we left for the office team to deal with. Anna, ever efficient, would bring the critical stuff home, and she and I would work through it together. Well… she worked, mostly. I just hovered around, watching her handle it all like it was nothing. She had been so supportive through it all. Honestly, I couldn’t believe she hadn’t even mentioned leaving again since that day. The night she came back home smiling, relief had rushed through me. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until then. That small, familiar voice in my head whispered something dark—telling me that one day, she might not come back—but I shut it do
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 51: SHE IS GONE
Isayanna Christian's home is stunning, spacious, and serene, but it still does not compare to Jaydon’s. A large pool glimmers in the front yard, its surface rippling softly under the breeze, leaving me breathless for a moment. When Christian parks the car in the driveway, the silence between us—unyielding since we left Jaydon’s estate—finally shatters. "I am curious, you know?" His tone is casual, almost too casual, as he pushes the car door open. I watch him step out first before unbuckling and following. The heat of the pavement presses through the soles of my shoes, but his stare is what pulls me back into the moment. He moves to stand in front of me, his tall frame blocking the sunlight. His eyes search mine, sharp and probing. "You and my wife are not friends. I know that much," he says with a trace of amusement, though his words are more statement than question. "So, I am surprised you wanted to come here. Of all places." I shrug, unwilling to explain myself. There is no
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 50: THE WEIGHT OF 3 WEEKS
I cannot believe she actually said she was leaving. She wants to go against the deal, just like that. I get it, though—maybe it is her anxieties talking. Maybe it has something to do with me or what my mother said to her. Still, that does not make this any less reckless. She is not as tired as I am, but we are already here. She is not going anywhere. Not until this one-year contract expires. I do not care what my mother thinks, and honestly, neither does she anymore. She is staying. That is final. Luckily, Christian pulled up outside in his car just as I convinced the doctor to discharge me. The man put up a fight, though, refusing until I swore—hand to God—I would spend the next week at home, resting. Resting? Right. As if I have the time. I need to stop Isayanna before she gets any further. I have no clue if she is heading home to pack her things or if she is just trying to make a statement. Our marriage is barely three weeks old. What will people say about me if she leaves?
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 49: FOR THE BEST, OR SO I TELL MYSELF
IsayannaI couldn’t sleep the entire night. Anxiety twisted itself around my chest, and before I knew it, I had become Jaydon’s night watchman. I stayed by his side, terrified that something might happen to him while he slept. I had forgotten my phone—no distractions, no escape. My mind conjured wild, impossible visions: a shadowy monster crashing through the windows, yanking Jaydon from the bed and out into the night. The thought chilled me, so I clung to him instead, keeping my head pressed to his chest, just to hear the steady rhythm of his heart. He was still alive. Relief flooded me in waves. The first reason was selfish—if anything happened to him, his mother would never let me live it down. But beyond that, I just… wanted him to be okay. Whatever was weighing him down, whatever he refused to tell me, I wanted him to fight through it. The worst part? It felt like everyone but me knew what was going on with him and Hera. Their story was a mystery I wasn’t privy to, yet someho
One Year with the Mafia Boss CHAPTER 48: HER SMILE, MY SHADOWS
Jaydon She smiled at me.Hera. I saw her. Smiling down at me, her face soft and radiant, just like always. For a brief moment, I felt warmth, even peace, until I blinked my eyes open and realized she was not there. The smile vanished with the dream, and I was in a hospital room, surrounded by the scent of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep of machines.The door burst open, slamming against the wall, and Mother rushed in, her face pale and streaked with tears. She nearly stumbled as she crossed the room, but before she could reach me, the door opened again. Father stepped inside, his face a mask of worry, with Christian and Sabrina close behind.I tried to steady my voice, to form the question already burning on my tongue, but before I could speak, she walked in. Isayanna. Her head was bowed, her hands trembling as if they had no strength to stay still. “Jaydon!” Mother sobbed, her voice cracking as she reached me. She leaned down, pressing her head against my stomach, clinging to me a
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