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Chapter 11: The Spill
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When the Fool Heals the Mafia Chapter 51: Breakfasts and Departures
The heavy doors of Walton estate swung open with quiet grace, revealing the expanse of the grand foyer. Polished marble gleamed beneath the golden light spilling from the chandeliers, and the faint scent of lilies lingered in the air. Amara’s gaze swept across space, her heart beating a little faster. Everything here felt carefully curated, alive with wealth and memory.At the center of the foyer stood two figures waiting with expectant smiles….an older man dressed impeccably in a butler’s uniform, and a kindly woman whose lined face softened the moment her eyes fell on Amara.Zogo’s hand pressed gently against the smell of Amara’s back, guiding her forward with quiet reassurance. “Amara,” he began warmly, his voice holding a note of fondness she hadn’t heard before, “I want you to meet two people who have been with me for as long as I can remember. This is Mario our family’s butler, though to me, he has always been much more than that. And this……” his eyes softened further as they tur
When the Fool Heals the Mafia Chapter 50: Arrival at the Walton Estate
The black car rolled to a slow halt as the tall, wrought-iron gates of the Walton estate loomed into view. The emblem of the family an intricate crest of intertwined lions and a crown gleamed in the sunlight, etched boldly into the metal. The gates themselves stretched so high it felt as though they touched the morning sky. Two uniformed guards stood rigidly at either side, their posture as sharp as the polished rifles strapped across their shoulders.Cristy shifted in her seat, adjusting the strap of her bag, her gaze steady but thoughtful as she looked out the window.“Impressive,” she murmured quietly, her voice calm, measured. “It seems the stories about the Walton estate weren’t exaggerated.”Amara said nothing at first. Her gaze lifted slowly, following the length of the towering gates. Her chest tightened. She was no stranger to wealth, the Musk estate had been grand, filled with lavish paintings, marble floors, and chandeliers that had hung for decades. But there was a differe
When the Fool Heals the Mafia Chapter 49: The Road Toward New Beginnings
The car purred softly as it rolled out of the Musk estate gates, the early morning light spilling faintly across the sky. The chauffeur, a quiet man in a dark uniform, kept his eyes on the road, his gloved hands steady on the wheel. Inside the back seat, Amara sat by the window, her reflection faint against the glass. Cristy sat beside her, fiddling with the strap of her small bag, a trace of nervousness lingering in her features.“Amara…” Cristy’s voice broke the silence gently, almost as if she was afraid to disturb her miss’s thoughts.“Are you sure you’re ready for this? Going to the Walton estate for the first time… it feels like a big step.”Amara gave a small, soft smile without taking her eyes off the horizon.“Cristy, I’ve been walking toward this moment ever since I signed that marriage contract. It was bound to happen. I can’t keep avoiding the place that’s now… supposed to be my home.”Cristy hesitated, then nodded, her fingers tightening together.“I just don’t want you t
When the Fool Heals the Mafia Chapter 48: Promises in the Night
The dinner had ended warmly, the air in the old mansion filled with the faint smell of wine and roasted lamb. Amara lingered near the tall windows of the balcony, her shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. The night outside was calm, the city lights blinking like distant stars.Zogo stood beside her, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching her more than the view.“I’ll come pick you up myself tomorrow,” he said in his steady tone, the kind that carried no room for argument.Amara smiled faintly, shaking her head. “No, that’s not needed. Just send a car.”His brows pulled together. “Why? Do you not trust me?”“It’s not that,” she replied gently, turning her eyes toward the glowing streets below. “I’ll bring Cristy with me… and some things. It will be easier if there’s more space. You don’t have to trouble yourself.”Zogo studied her for a moment, then exhaled slowly. “Fine. But I’ll be waiting at our house.”Her lips curved at his persistence. “Alright. We’ll see you there.”F
When the Fool Heals the Mafia Chapter 47: Quiet Decisions
Don Victor stopped speaking the moment he heard soft footsteps echoing in the corridor outside his study. The sound was faint, yet distinct enough that he lifted his head, his sharp instincts catching it even before the door opened.He already knew who it was. Years of raising her had attuned him to the rhythm of her steps, soft yet purposeful, like a whisper carrying weight.When the door creaked open, Amara entered.Her presence shifted into the air instantly. What had been heavy with tension and shadows now felt gentler, warmer, as though the house itself had sighed in relief at her arrival. She carried herself with her usual quiet strengthening high, shoulders squared but Zogo could see the faint tiredness in her eyes, the kind that came not from lack of sleep, but from years of carrying burdens too heavy for one soul.Zogo, who had been sitting with all the stillness of a soldier at watch, rose at once. His tall frame moved with a quiet urgency toward her. For all the fire in his
When the Fool Heals the Mafia CHAPTER 46: The Weight of Shadows
The room seemed to shrink around them, the fire’s glow flickering against old stone walls. Don Victor’s glass remained untouched in his hand, though the ice had already melted, thinning the amber liquid within. For the first time that evening, his eyes left Zogo’s face and drifted toward the darkened window, as if searching the shadows for words that refused to come.“Amara…” His voice was quieter now, stripped of its sharp edges. “There are things about her life that even I, her grandfather, would rather forget. But forgetting does not erase scars. It only hides them.”Zogo straightened, his chest tightening. The air itself seemed heavier, pressing in around him. He didn’t dare speak, sensing this was no moment to break the fragile thread unraveling before him.Don Victor tapped the rim of his glass lightly, as though trying to steady himself. “When she was seventeen… a year after I sent her abroad to study, thinking distance would shield her fate proved me wrong. She was taken.”T
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