LOGINAUTHOR'S NOTE Dear Readers, Thank you for reading Chapter Thirteen of *THE MAFIA DOLL*! ❤️ Bryan is finally showing a softer side, but can an apology erase the pain he has caused Carla? Will John survive the accident, and will Carla get the chance to reunite with Joan? I would love to hear your thoughts! Please leave a comment, vote for the story, and share it with others. Your support means everything to me. Happy reading! Ibrahim Braimoh
[INSIDE THE MAYDAY HOUSE]I pushed the front door open and stepped into the mansion.The house was unusually quiet.Normally, Joan would be somewhere around the living room or kitchen, and whenever I returned home, she would immediately come out to welcome me. Sometimes, she would complain about how late I was. Other times, she would ask whether I had eaten anything at school.But today, there was no sign of her.I dropped my handbag on the couch and looked around.“Nanny!”No response.I walked further into the living room.“Nanny! Nanny! Where are you?”Still nothing.I frowned and glanced towards the staircase.Where could she have gone?Perhaps she had gone to the hospital to see Dad.The thought immediately made me feel guilty.I should have gone with her. He was my father, after all. No matter what had happened between us, I couldn't pretend that I didn't care about him.I wanted to see him.I wanted to hold his hand, ask him how he was feeling, and hear him tell me that everyth
(OUTSIDE THE VILLA)“Boss, should I come with you?”I stopped walking and turned towards Ace. His worried expression told me he was not comfortable with the idea of allowing me to enter the villa alone.“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go in there by yourself,” he added.I adjusted the sleeve of my black shirt and gave him a reassuring look.“Don’t worry about me, Ace.”“Boss, with all due respect, I think you should worry about yourself. Don will not spare you. And even if he does, Lady Don certainly won't. She will make sure you wish you were dead for failing to complete your mission.”I almost smiled.Ace had served me for years. He had seen me walk into dangerous situations without blinking, watched me face men who thought they could challenge my authority, and witnessed things that would make an ordinary man lose his mind.Yet, whenever my mother was involved, he suddenly became more concerned about my safety.“Are you finished?” I asked.“Not yet, Boss.”I raised an ey
BRYAN'S POV"Bryan fucking De Luca! You can't even welcome us from the airport?"My father's voice thundered through the entrance hall of my villa.I stood with one hand in my pocket, watching him with an expression that clearly showed how little his complaints affected me. Beside him stood my mother, Lady Don, looking as elegant as ever. Her perfectly styled hair, expensive jewellery, and designer dress made her look as though she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.And, of course, there was Ryan.My fucking twin.He stood behind our parents with a ridiculous smile plastered across his face. If there was one person who could irritate me without even trying, it was that bastard."Ryan, didn't you tell him we were coming?" Mom asked, turning towards him."I told him, Mom," Ryan answered, raising both hands innocently."Well, Mr. Royce fucking De Luca, do you expect me to throw a parade because of your arrival?"My father narrowed his eyes."Watch your mouth, Bryan."I gave him a
[KING’S HOSPITAL]“Excuse me, Doctor. I’m here to see Mr. John.”Joan stood nervously in front of the hospital reception desk, clutching her handbag against her chest. Her eyes were red from crying, and her heart had been pounding ever since she received the mysterious phone call instructing her to come to King’s Hospital.She had barely slept since hearing about John’s accident. Every time she closed her eyes, she imagined him lying helplessly in a hospital bed, fighting for his life while the people who loved him remained unaware of how serious his condition was.When she finally arrived, she had rushed towards the reception area, hoping someone would take her directly to his ward.Unfortunately, things weren't going as she had expected.“Who are you to him?” the doctor asked, studying her suspiciously.“I... I’m...” Joan stammered.The doctor raised an eyebrow.“Madam, I cannot allow you to see Mr. John if I don't know who you are to him.”Joan swallowed nervously.“Doctor, someone
I quickly pulled the bedsheet over my body and buried my face against Bryan’s chest, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.Oh, my God!Why did Ace have to come in at that exact moment?Couldn't he have waited for just five minutes? Ten minutes? Even one minute would have been enough!My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I clung to Bryan, refusing to look at the door. I could already imagine the expression on Ace's face, and the thought alone made me want to disappear.Meanwhile, Bryan looked as though he was about to commit murder."HOW DARE YOU, ACE?" he thundered.His voice shook the entire room, and I instinctively tightened my grip on the bedsheet.Ace immediately lowered his head."I'm sorry, Boss," he muttered."Sorry?" Bryan repeated dangerously. "You walk into my bedroom without knocking, interrupt me when I'm busy, and all you have to say is sorry?""I'm sorry, Boss.""Didn't anyone teach you how to fucking knock on a door before entering? Or have you suddenly for
Bryan laid me gently on the bed, his green eyes fixed on mine as though I were the only person in the world who mattered to him.For a moment, neither of us spoke.I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Everything that had happened between us still confused me. This man had turned my life upside down, taken away my freedom, and frightened me more times than I could count. Yet, whenever he looked at me like that, I struggled to understand what was happening inside my heart.He leaned closer, and our lips met again.I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him nearer. His familiar scent surrounded me, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to forget the world outside his bedroom.For once, I didn't want to argue with him.I didn't want to think about the terrible things he had done or the questions he refused to answer.I simply wanted a moment in which I could pretend that everything between us was uncomplicated.When he finally pulled away, he stared into my eyes."What's goin







