Beranda / Mafia / The Angel's Den / Chapter 18: Moving Out

Share

Chapter 18: Moving Out

Penulis: Holi T. Watson

Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-05 01:08:21

Wilhemina-

For two weeks, I lived in a hotel. And surprisingly...I fucking loved it. Okay...loved might have been an exaggeration.

I missed my closet. I missed the enormous bathtub in my bathroom. I missed George's morning coffee and the way the staff somehow knew exactly when I needed something without hovering.

But I didn't miss the mansion and I certainly didn't miss Emilio.

After the festival, I'd packed enough clothing for several days and checked into the Grand Meridian, less than ten minu

Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis

Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi

Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya

Bab Terkunci

The Angel's Den Chapter 43: The Auction.
Emilio’s POVWhat. The. Fuck?!I stood frozen, staring toward the entrance of the Carter Grand Auction House. Azrael fucking Valchini and hanging off his goddamn arm...My wife!Wilhemina was laughing. Actually laughing! Her beautiful smile stretched across her face as that bastard leaned down, whispering something into her ear.My jaw tightened.When the fuck did they get so close and what the fuck is so funny?!“Emie?”I barely heard Yazmin.“Emie...is that Mrs. Saldini with Azrael Valchini? What are they doing here tonight?”That's exactly what I intend to find out!Before she could say another word, I was already moving.“Mr. Valchini! What an honor!”“Welcome to Central-Bay!”“Mr. Valchini, I've been hoping to arrange a meeting—”The greetings became background noise as I stormed across the ballroom. Every fucking person wanted that bastard's attention!Keep your composure, Emilio.There were too many prominent businessmen here tonight. Investors. Politicians. Executives. Men whos
The Angel's Den Chapter 42: He's Changing.
Yazmin's POV10:00 p.m.Where the fuck is he?!I sat on the luxurious velvet sofa in my penthouse, legs crossed, one foot shaking furiously as I glared at the clock.Ten fucking o'clock.Emilio had promised to take me shopping this afternoon, followed by dinner at one of Central-Bay's most exclusive restaurants, and yet, here I was...alone...again."This is fucking ridiculous!"I snatched my phone from the table. Six unanswered calls. Eleven messages. Not one response. This was the fourth time in a month he'd broken his promises, and I knew exactly who was responsible.Wilhemina.That fucking bitch!When I'd first learned she'd moved out of Emilio's estate, I'd practically celebrated. Finally, after three miserable years, I could begin taking my rightful place as the lady of the house.And initially, everything had been perfect.With her gone, Emilio practically had me living there. I'd enjoyed breakfast in the grand dining room, entertained guests, and even begun making decisions reg
The Angel's Den Chapter 41: Business Dinner, And What Else?
Wilhemina POV“Finally!”I sighed in relief as I signed the last document and placed it onto the growing stack beside my computer. Three contracts, two development proposals, and a rather irritating disagreement with our financial department.And it wasn't even lunchtime.Wonderful.I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head. Just then, a gentle knock sounded at my door.“Come in!”Mary entered, carrying her tablet and a familiar, cheerful smile.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Rucci! I wanted to go over the remainder of your schedule.”“Of course, Mary. Have a seat.”She settled into the chair across from me.“Your conference with the international development team is at one-thirty. The scholarship committee requested your approval on the revised funding proposal, and the architectural team needs confirmation on the final designs for the new music academy.”I nodded.“Have them send everything to Clara for review before forwarding it to me.”“Of course!”Mary scrolled through
The Angel's Den Chapter 40: Know Your Place.
Emilio POV“Seven fucking years!”My father’s furious voice echoed throughout his study as he slammed his glass against the desk.“Seven goddamn years, Emilio! And suddenly, Azrael Valchini decides to return to Central-Bay?”I stood across from him, my jaw clenched.“I’m aware, Father.”“Are you? Because from where I’m standing, you don’t seem to understand how serious this is!”Edward Saldini was not a man easily frightened. Yet, beneath his anger, I recognized something I hadn't seen in years.Fear.“He's looking for answers,” I muttered.“Obviously!” Father snapped. “His parents were murdered, and someone attempted to kill him! Did you honestly believe he'd forget?”My fists tightened.“Then where the fuck has he been all this time?”“You gotdamn idiot! He's been obtaining power! He's the fucking Don of West-Bay!”Father began pacing.“Seven years, Emilio. Seven years without a single reliable report about his whereabouts. Then he reappears as the Western Don, controlling an empire
The Angel's Den Chapter 39: The Angel Of Death.
Azrael POV[Cillian: Don, the package has arrived. We've secured him at the designated location. Awaiting your instructions.]I stared at the message for what had to be the fifth time since leaving Wilhemina's office.Seven years. Seven fucking years and finally...one of the bastards responsible for destroying my family was within my reach.“Vincent.”“Yes, Don?”“How much longer?”“Approximately fifteen minutes. Cillian confirmed the location is secure.”I nodded, leaning back against the leather seat as the countryside passed beyond the tinted windows. My fingers slowly curled into a fist.Fifteen minutes.After seven years of searching, fifteen minutes should have meant nothing. Yet every second felt like an eternity.I closed my eyes.For one brief moment, I could still smell Wilhemina's perfume. Still feel her arms around my neck. Still hear her beautiful voice.I'll see you tonight at home.Home.Such a simple fucking word, and one I hadn't associated with happiness in seven year
The Angel's Den Chapter 38: Business Or Pleasure?
Wilhemina POV“Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll turn your attention to page twelve, I'd like to discuss the projected operating costs for the first three years.”I glanced around the boardroom as everyone opened their presentation folders.This was our first board meeting since the gala, and for the first time, Azrael Valchini was sitting among us.And good God, did he look fucking magnificent.Dressed in an impeccably tailored navy blue suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, he looked every bit the powerful businessman everyone knew him to be.Focus, Mina. For Christ's sake!“Mrs. Rucci?” Mr. Calloway interrupted.I smiled.“Yes. As I was saying, the proposed C.A.P.A Academy of Music High school will serve approximately sixteen hundred students during its first academic year.”I pressed the remote, changing the presentation.“Our preliminary construction budget is seventy-eight million dollars, including classrooms, rehearsal studios, a seven-hundred-seat performance hall, recording fa

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis

Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.

Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi

Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi

DMCA.com Protection Status