All Chapters of [ENGLISH] Wife Of A Ruthless Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was already twelve o'clock midnight but Valjerome hasn’t returned home yet. He left after the commotion earlier in the living room. He always gets angry but this was the first time he acted like this so I couldn't help but worry for him. For countless times, I can’t be comfortable with my position on the bed. I sighed as I stared at the ceiling, not knowing if it was because I was worried that I couldn't sleep or because I got too used to being next to him. For more than a month that the two of us have been close, he has been sleeping in my room. Even though I wanted to ask him, I just ignored it and be happy with what he was doing. Maybe he's trying to fix our marriage, but he doesn't have the guts to tell me. When I can’t fall asleep, I decided to get up and go to the kitchen for a drink. "Hmmm…what do we have here?" I whispered as I looked

"Just chill, Jazzie," I talked to myself. I sighed numerous times while staring at the square pregnancy test. I am currently in the bathroom and waiting for the result to come out from the tester. I bit my lower lip when the red mark appeared. I unconsciously held the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. What should I do? I don’t know what I should feel at these times. I was confused¾overwhelmed and nervous. "Aren't you done there yet?" I heard Valjerome's talking from the outside. I firmly held the pregnancy test and then walked towards the door. I slowly turned the doorknob until our eyes met as soon as I opened it. He's sitting on my bed¾arm crossed and emotionlessly stared at me. I felt pain in my chest because I didn’t even see him as happy as I read in books. But what would I ex

"Jazzie," our supervisor called. I quickly put down the towel I was holding and approached her. "Yes, ma'am?" I spoke politely while bowing a little. "The guest has already checked out at suite six. Go there and clean the room for the coming guest," she commanded calmly and handed me the keycard for the room she was referring to. "Alright," I replied sparingly and hurried away with the tools I would need for cleaning. "Jazzie, let me help you," Ken offered as he greeted me in the hallway. Ken is one of my co-workers, I am currently a housekeeper at a five star hotel. This has been my job for almost five years. I smiled sparingly and let him support me with the cleaning tools. "Thank you," I said. "No, it’s fine! It's just a simple thing," he said. I just smiled and walked along with him. A f

"Erom," I softly woke up my son. He let out a whimper and then slowly opened his little eyes. I automatically greeted him with a smile. "Get up, son. We will get ready for school," I said while massaging his hair. Erom is five years old so he is currently attending Kindergarten. My son raised his hands in the air. "Hug, Mommy," he said. I chuckled and pinched his tiny nose. "My baby is so sweet as always,” I said then I bent down to hug him. "Good morning, my most beautiful mom," he greeted. My heart melted at the simple appraisal of my son. I have always been receiving good criticisms from people who admire me, but it really hits different when it comes from your child. I broke our hug and looked at him. "Hmm. What does my prince need?" He giggled and rose up from the bed. He hugged me agai

"You don't have work today, Mommy?" Erom inquired in the middle of watching cartoons. I smiled thriftily at him then gently cupped his small face. "I took a leave," I answered. This is the second day I haven’t gone to work. I immediately filed a sick leave to our head manager last time after I peeked at Valjerome’s record in the logbook. He has two check-in days at the hotel so I am sure he won't be there tomorrow at once. "Mom," Erom called that caught my attention. "Yes, my prince?" His earlier vision that was focused on me gradually twitched. "Can I stay with you during weekends, Mom?" softeningly he said. I was stunned and did not immediately say a word. I just stared at my son who didn’t seem to be able to look at me properly. "Is there a problem, son? Don't you like to be in your Dad's company?" I calmly inquired a