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Chapter 19. Step sister
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2026-08-14 19:49:42
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When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet Chapter 35
Betty's POVI couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed, thinking of Drake. His image lingered in my mind, impossible to erase. I feel guilty, bad, and regret what I said earlier.I roll over at the end of the bed and stand up. A gentle breeze flows through the open window, and I glance at the dark sky, devoid of stars."Drake..." I mumble, looking down.This room is on the second floor of the mansion, while Drake's room is on the other side, connected by a door.When he left earlier, I didn't see him, and Diego wasn't around either. They'll probably be together. I hesitate to go to Drake's room, even though we are married, as I'm not comfortable doing so."Tomorrow, we can probably talk about this. We should..." I say, glancing down at the garden. At least the lights on the fountain are still shining. It's beautiful.I lean my arms on the windowsill and inhale deeply. I can feel the cold wind on my face and catch a hint of something minty in the air."It's probably the trees
When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet Chapter 34. Not by the heart
Betty' s POVI don't want to believe it. He only says it because of the alcohol in his system. The normal Drake del Fiore is cold as ice, not sweet and gentle. Tonight, he's the opposite of himself."You don't have to try so hard, Drake," I say, glancing back at him. "It's just the two of us now. My parents are gone, and no one is watching us. You don’t have to pretend anymore. I’ll assume that this is just the alcohol talking."His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened."This isn’t who you are…"He chuckles softly. "And what am I, Betty?"I blink. The way he looks at me causes me pain."Y-You're cold as ice." I shrug my shoulders. "Like a big boss who doesn't show any emotion. That's how I see you.""Tch," he dips his head halfway and shakes it.He says nothing more, leaving me hanging in our conversation. I feel bad about what I just said. I shouldn't have said it."Drake?" I asked, my voice low and filled with concern for him.I cursed under my breath for speaking without thinking,
When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet Chapter 33. All mine
Betty's POVKiss! Kiss! Kiss!Everyone is shouting for a kiss, and my face is probably as red as a tomato now. Carmella is drunk, shouting and wrapping her arms around an unfamiliar person beside her.It's a happy day. I am now married to Drake. We kissed earlier at the ceremony, but it was just a peck on my mouth and not a real kiss."Come on, Drake, be a fucking man and kiss her!"I don't know who shouted. His voice dominated the rest. They all laughed."Fine…" Drake mumbled, facing me, looking at me seriously."Hi, love..." he said with a mischievous smile, licking his lower lip. He leaned in closer, reducing the distance between our faces."Ready? Just play along. Let's get this over with. I can't wait to go to bed," he whispered.I nodded, clasping my hands together. I noticed my parents in the corner, their eyes fixed on us, eagerly anticipating what they wanted to happen.Dang it. I will just shut my eyes and play along.I smile and nod slightly. Then, suddenly, I feel Drake's
When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet Chapter 32
Betty"From this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."The wedding was wonderfully simple, just the two of us with my parents and our witnesses: Carmella, Diego, and Jet.The house was surrounded by people and bodyguards, all dressed in black suits. The garden wedding was understated yet elegant from every angle. The food was catered, and there was plenty. We had a pig on a spit, roasted cow, and roast chicken, among other dishes."Smile, everyone!" Carmella called out as she took a picture of us with her cellphone. The videographer and photographer followed her lead. It felt a bit surreal, almost like we were in a gangster film."Congratulations, Drake and Betty!" Carmella exclaimed as she hugged us tightly."Smile, Madam Betty!" Diego said.I raised my eyebrows in confusion.Madam Betty? When did I become a Madam?I forced a smile as Carmella pulled me closer to Drake. We posed together
When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet Chapter 31
BettyI feel really low after hearing that. The woman tattooed on his skin is his mother—his own mother, not just any woman. How admirable is that? Very much so. It made me realize that I don’t know Drake at all. I only know him based on his appearance, but when it comes to his private life, I know nothing."Why did she die?"I know I shouldn’t ask. He doesn’t seem ready to talk about it, and his expression turns serious."You don’t have to share if you don’t want to," I say quickly. "I mean, there are some private moments in our lives that are difficult to discuss. Just like me!" I force a smile, trying my best to reassure him as I look into his eyes.His jaw was tense, and his eyes were focused not on me but straight ahead. I could feel my smile fading."I just want you to know that I’m here. I will listen to whatever you want to share, whether it's good or bad. I promise I won’t judge you—I will just listen," I said softly.He nodded and took a sip of his drink, remaining silent.I
When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet Chapter 30. The woman tatooe on his skin
Betty's POVMy eyebrows furrow as I see the final wedding dress. Shammy, the wedding coordinator, stands in the corner with a smile.“I choose number 1, right?” I ask Regina.“I know, Betty, but you look stunning in this dress. Drake wants you to wear this one too. Don’t you like it? I saw you earlier, and I know you like this one more than the others. Am I wrong?”She’s not wrong. I honestly love this dress, but I forced myself to pick number 1 because of Drake earlier."Okay, let's settle on this one. I like it too!" I exclaimed."Great! That's a good choice!"Drake and Deigo were waiting outside, laughing and chatting until they saw us coming out of the shop. Carmella waved at them, slightly drunk as she finished off a whole bottle of champagne.Sometimes, I wonder about her. Why does she always drink all the alcohol like it's water whenever we go out?"Drake!" Carmella ran toward them, and I followed her."Oh, you're going out on a date! That's so sweet," Carmella said, glancing b
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