Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Not So Fluffy Romance : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

No sooner had she reached the bank of the river than she stopped on her tracks upon witnessing the scene that had welcomed her.  The young master, Weylin Turner, was leaning on his parked bike with his back facing the assassin. His black blazer covered his massive back. The twirling smoke from the burning tip of the cigarette seemed to rise heavenward. The assassin could sense a heavy air around him.  As the assassin stepped on the grass, a rusting sound was heard, gaining the attention of the young master. Shadow was looking at the grass when she stepped on it. Suddenly she felt a movement of air around her. Frowning, she raised her head only to find a dagger coming towards her. She dodged the dagger, having a narrow escape from getting stabbed.  "Young Maste

"How are things going?" Weylin Turner asked, paying the bill for the snacks he bought from the market.  "All's fine," Jace replied from the other side of the phone. "There's a lot of positive response." "Great!" Weylin smiled, opening the cap of his drink.  "Is everything alright there?" Jace asked.  "Come home safely first. Then I'll tell you everything," Weylin replied with a chuckle, taking a sip from his drink.  "Where are you now? A lot of hazy noises are being heard," Jace said, seemingly irritated by the background noises.  "Oh! I just got off the market," the young

Sitting on the chair, Weylin's eyes were focused on the laptop screen. His fingertips were sliding against the touchpad of the laptop. After checking the statistics for a while, he let out a deep sigh, running his long fingers through his hair. Taking off his spectacles, he leaned back against the chair. He closed his eyes, giving the muscles of his eyes a chance to relax.  "Damn! It has been a week already since I have met her," Weylin wondered, massaging his temples. "I wonder how her condition is now." He glanced at his phone before letting out a sigh. "I thought she would text me on the social media handle but it seems like things aren't in my favour. Things are only getting harder and harder." "Weylin, are you again overworking yourself?" Jace walked in, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.  

 The guests in the wedding hall were waiting impatiently for the couple. Blake Turner as well as Mr Calypso took glances at the door, waiting for their children. Abruptly the door opened, welcoming the bride and the groom. For a moment, silence engulfed the room. The excited faces gazed eagerly to see how beautiful the bride and the groom were.  Garaine Jones was walking timidly beside the young master, circling her hand around his arm, while he walked in proudly with chin propped up. No sooner had the guests realized that the bride wasn't Miss Calypso than whispering and mumbling noises flooded the hall. Blake Turner frowned as soon as his eyes fell on the bride. An astounded Blake Turner glanced at his son who didn't seem to mind the disgusting gazes that were piercing him. Meanwhile, Mr Calypso just stared at the couple, unable to interpret the situation. 

 "Garaine! What have you done?!"  Garaine was rubbing her lips harshly with a piece of cloth, causing them to bleed. Her mascara was smeared while her eyes became red and swollen. Upon seeing the young master, she didn't even stop, rubbing her lips harshly, trying to get rid of the lingering feeling of his lips on hers.  "Garaine, stop it!" Weylin yelled, trying to stop her.  The lady turned a deaf ear to his words. Breathing heavily, she continued rubbing her lips, causing them to bleed even more.  "What the heck are you doing?" Weylin rushed to her, holding her wrists tightly. "Oh my God! You are bleeding!" "Let me go!" Ga