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Four

مؤلف: Queen Medusa
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-29 19:29:37

EVE'S POV

In my room, I sank into the bed, exhausted. After a moment, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water was warm, but it couldn’t wash away the weight in my chest.

After drying off, I stood in front of my mirror. I barely recognized myself. Tired eyes. Sunken cheeks. My once-vibrant brown skin looked dull. My afro — thick and jet black — stood out wildly.

How worst can it get?

I was once a lovely girl with brown skin. My mother is a black American, so I inherited
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  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Nine

    EVE'S POV "What do you mean? What are you sorry about, mum?”“I’m sorry I left you alone when you needed me most. I’m sorry I turned away. I… I knew what your father was doing. I could have stopped him from drugging you, and terminating the baby. But I didn’t. I stood there and let it happen. I failed you”Tears clouded my eyes.“Mum…” I whispered.“I know sorry doesn’t erase the pain or the damage,” she continued, her voice thick with guilt. “But I want you to know—I never stopped loving you. Not for one second. I was just… afraid. And confused. But that doesn’t excuse what I did. I was a terrible mother”I wiped at my eyes, voice quivering. “Mum, please stop. It wasn’t just your fault. I made mistakes too. And yes, I felt abandoned. I felt like I didn’t matter anymore. But this… this lunch, this moment—it’s healing something in me. Please don’t ruin it with guilt. Just be here now. Be this mother. The one who called me her baby and made my favorite meal. I just want my mother back

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Eight

    EVE'S POV I ran home like a girl chasing hope itself. My feet pounded against the pavement, but my mind ran faster—racing through the words I thought I’d heard my mother say.Could it have been a hallucination?When was the last time she asked about me? The last time she actually cared where I was?A flicker of doubt curled in my chest. Maybe I was clinging to a fantasy. Maybe the loneliness had finally cracked something inside me. But no matter what, I was going to face whatever was waiting on the other side of that door.As I approached the tall, familiar gates of our compound, I paused. The metal felt cold beneath my fingers as I pushed it open and stepped inside. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.The living room was quiet.Too quiet.I scanned tje entire living room, but there was nothing at all.No sign of my mother. No sign of Daniel. Just the distant hum of the refrigerator and the echo of my own breath. I took a few tentative steps toward the stairs—when a soft voice called

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Seven

    EVE'S POV As I ended the call, I slipped my phone back into my purse. Treasure was already chatting away, his mood lifted. We stayed on that bench, talking about everything and nothing—his favorite food, cartoons he liked, his older brother who he both admired and pitied. Infact he revealed a lot about himself to me.He appears to be cool, but he is a chatterbox. I assumed he didn't have many people to talk to in this way, or that he's just naturally chatty.“My brother,” he said, licking the last drop of melted cream from his spoon, “has a serious thing for light-skinned girls. He thinks they’re angels or something. Whereas I do not. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind light-skinned girls, but the ones he's been dating are..ugh! They're either obsessed with makeup or they’re usually just into him for the money. Or the clout. He's never dated a regular girl”I laughed at his blunt honesty. “You seem very... concerned about your brother’s love life.”“He’s my best friend. But he can be

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Six

    EVE'S POV On our way to the ice cream shop, Treasure bombarded me with questions.“So, what were you doing there?”,“I go there when I need to think or rest. It’s peaceful… “"Who rests in such a creepy place? That place is super scary." He said and I let out a chuckle.."Oh, that's why you were crying like a baby, haha! You were scared back then, and now you seem so tough.”“I was NOT crying,” he huffed. “It was the wind!”“Uh-huh. Sure,” I teased, sticking my tongue out for the second time.He stomped his foot like a three year old and scowled. “You’re mean.”But I could tell he was trying not to laugh.At the shop, we placed our order and settled into a cozy corner. I found him even more adorable as I watched him dig into both flavors at once, scooping banana and strawberry together like a mini connoisseur.Then I noticed something odd.His sneakers—clean, limited-edition Jordans. His chain—diamond-studded. This kid was dressed like a pint-sized rapper. So I assumed his parents we

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Five

    EVE'S POV I was in a terrible mood, the kind that sinks deep into your chest and refuses to let go. My steps were heavy as I walked away from everything—away from the betrayal, away from the suffocating weight of home, away from the disappointment that clung to me like a second skin.The one person I believed in… the one person I thought would never abandon me, had done just that—and in the cruelest way possible.Going home wasn’t an option. My parents didn’t deserve the storm I was carrying in my chest. I didn’t want to irritate them with my mood, so I turned right at the corner instead of left, letting my feet take me wherever they pleased. Anywhere but home.I found myself standing before an old, unfinished building at the edge of the neighborhood—a forgotten skeleton of concrete and dust, surrounded by wildflowers and tangled bushes. Birds fluttered above, butterflies dancing like tiny pieces of stained glass through the air. Despite the sadness in my chest, this place had alwa

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Four

    EVE'S POV In my room, I sank into the bed, exhausted. After a moment, I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower. The water was warm, but it couldn’t wash away the weight in my chest.After drying off, I stood in front of my mirror. I barely recognized myself. Tired eyes. Sunken cheeks. My once-vibrant brown skin looked dull. My afro — thick and jet black — stood out wildly. How worst can it get?I was once a lovely girl with brown skin. My mother is a black American, so I inherited my skin tone from her mother, while Daniel inherited father's white skin.I groaned at the sight of my head's overflowing, long and puffy afro hair. It was a gleaming black, full, long afro. So combing it was extremely stressful.After much staring, I began the painful process of combing it out.Daniel had once told me to straighten it, but I couldn’t. My afro was one of the few things I still loved about myself.After nearly 30 minutes, I tied it into a neat puff at the center and added a pink

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Thirty One

    NOVARIA'S POV *Erotic scene*Sylvester kept on caressing my face, before he finally spoke."Then, I will be as gentle as possible. I do not want you for sex, Princess. I have genuinely fallen for you", he whispered into my ears."Really?", I mumbled."Really", he replied.My heartbeat went up, as

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Thirty Six

    NOVARIA'S POVFor a few moments, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of the curtains swaying in the night breeze.Sylvester sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on mine. His expression was softer than usua

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Thirty Five

    NOVARIA'S POV Chris came in just right behind us. They were all looking for me. "Ohh, you've found..", he spoke agitatedly, but cut his words short on seeing the fury on Sylvester's face. "What's going on?", He asked curiously. I refused saying a word, so with Fredo. Sylvester kept silent f

  • The Mafia's Adopted Princess    Thirty Four

    NOVARIA'S POV I sat frozen in my chair, still trying to process what had just happened. Moments ago, I had assumed this was nothing more than a business negotiation. A discussion that might arrive to an agreement. Instead, I had just witnessed four men casually threaten another mafia leader int

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