บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

AmayraWe reached the shopping mall after an hour. It was the first time ever we came together to the mall. We started doing many things that we never did together apart from fighting, having sex, and talking sweet words.I realized how much I missed this beautiful life. I had everything still I had nothing.Holding his arm, I walked inside, rolling my eyes around. Just an hour ago, the date of our wedding was fixed. I couldn't believe that I was gonna get married to the same man I never wanted to be with. Well, it was until we met in the club and I didn't know who he was and how he was. He was the complete opposite of my expectations. And now I couldn't wait for the day to come when he'd be officially mine, my husband."I hope you could figure out what you want now. You have many excuses", he shoved my hand from his arm and then locked it with mine."I still don't know. What excuses?", I looked at him."I mean to say reasons. Well, you can

Amayra He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I could clearly see the burning anxiety on his face. My hand skimmed up to his cheek as I gently nuzzled his skin. "I know you're tensed about something" "That's nothing", he chuckled, caressing my hair. "Don't worry about anything. Just focus on your health and studies. That matters to me the most" He placed a kiss on my forehead. "I know that's why I didn't ask anything of you. I'm observing you for a few days, Abraham. Something is bothering you, right?", my thumb brushed against his skin. I could feel his body heating up. It happened when he felt too anxious. "Didn't we promise each other that we won't keep any secret, Abraham?" "We did. But-" "You know how I am. If you won't tell me, I won't be able to keep the peace. The issue might not be big enough but what if I assume it to be severe. Wouldn't it affect me then?", with my words, he looked at me intensely.

Abraham The whole page was perfectly filled with a huge note. "Years passed. Didn't bother to write anything. Was there anything special in my life to write? Once I thought life was something I lived. Everyone survived that way. I was not exceptional. But days passed, months passed, a decade passed. I realized how beautifully people around me were living. No, I'm not upset. I don't feel sad. There's nothing wrong with my life. But I'm not happy either. I have nothing to celebrate. Just those matches, that repeated victory. And when I have a victory, it is never celebrated as if my achievement is nothing. Am I being too greedy? My dada loves me, my brother is there with me. I have a good life. I come from a rich family. There's nothing in the world I can't buy. But still, something is missing. Maybe, dada is right. Teenage is weird, it's affecting me. That's why I'm feeling that way. I'll fix myself soon" My brain was out of words. A sigh occurred fro

Abraham "Fucking beautiful", I muttered, staring at the angel in front of me. She never looked so beautiful before. No matter how much I said she always looked beautiful, this is the period she was looking like the most gorgeous woman on the earth. That pregnancy and its glow, her lightly increased weight, and the happiness on her face. I couldn't stop falling in love with this version of hers. She smiled at me while coming close. "Mr. Dad to be, didn't you say that we would stop using dirty words?", she came close and immediately wrapped her arms around my torso. I smirked, gawking at her beautiful face. "It'll have a bad effect on baby, no?", she mischievously smiled at me. "Then stop being so hot", I gently tugged the hair behind her ear. "Miss momma to be" "Ugh! I wanna be Mrs. Harris first", she placed her head on my chest and I hugged her back, inhaling the beautiful scent of jasmine coming from her body.

Amayra "What? The car has broken down?", I blurted out as Abraham shook his head in disappointment. I just came out of the restaurant and the car was nowhere. "How will we go home? It's too late, Abraham", I panicked, looking around. "Relax!", he held my arm. "Why are you in a hurry?" He made a blank face as I gawked at him. "Abraham, I have classes tomorrow. If I don't get up early, you'll be the one to scream at me" "Skip it tomorrow" "Are you serious?", my jaw dropped. He hardly let me skip classes, only when I felt really sick. "Yeah. I don't think you can go home early today", he sighed. "Why?", I rolled my eyes. "We can hire a cab, no?" "Can you see any?", he pointed out the road. It had been completely quiet. "Who told you to choose this restaurant?", I barked at him. "You go crazy sometimes. Come", he held my wrist and then locked his hand with mine. "Where are we going?",