All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

[Juliette’s POV]I woke up to the most handsome face and the scariest pair of eyes staring at me in the fiercest silence. “Ralph?” I grabbed my throat. “Damn, what’s wrong with my voice? I sound eighty years older.” A glass of water appeared before my eyes and a low, sexy voice gruffed. “Drink.” The cool rim wedged between my lips and the sweetest water carefully slipped in. I sipped hungrily, emptying the glass with a sigh of satisfaction, and a Kleenex pressed the corners of my mouth. “Why did you put sugar in water?” He laid my head cautiously on the pillow. “I put nothing in the water.” “But it’s sweet.” My eyelids felt heavy. “Sleep.” My eyes flew open. It was my turn to stare at the beast till he asked what’s wrong, and I told him. “You’re upset.” “Because you were sick.” “Was I?” I checked myself for scars, and memories of the past forty-eight hours swiftly slotted back into my calendar. Ralph worry-stricken face calling my name repeatedly, stroking my face to get a

[Juliette’s POV]Things turned out according to Ralph’s prediction. Papa’s gold mine got the news of my findings about Lux Corp and raced against time to meet me. Since there were over a thousand of them, from every corner of the world, Ralph suggested that I meet them all at once. With the help of an ally, we managed to rent a private island that was off the grid and had everyone gathered there for my presentation. It would be a massive one as I would be talking to thirty at a time. Am I nervous? Of course, I am. Even with Papa’s training, the nerves were still there. “You’ll be fine, kitten.” Ralph kissed my fingers, then brushed a loose strand behind my ear. “Numbers are your game.” “I know.” I checked the cue cards for the forty-first time. “But that doesn’t take the nerves away. It’s all your fault. You’ve turned it into some fucking TED talk.” Ralph chuckled. “Even if you cursed out there, it’ll be fine.” An hour later, I was done explaining to the audience of fifty ultra

[Juliette’s POV]Before the door came to a close behind me, Pauline said—-or whispered—beating me to the first word, “I think your father made it very clear over the phone yesterday, Juliette.” Here goes. I grabbed the iPad tightly and lifted my chin, not responding to a word until I sat down, and I took the seat next to Papa. The more Pauline spoke, the softer and more scratchy her voice got, which pains me to listen to it. I had to fight the urge to wince in sympathy. “So, here’s the deal, Juliette. Hand over the evidence you have, and we’ll back you up as CEO of Lux Corp.” I was stunned speechless. This was totally unexpected. Instead of giving me a laundry list of excuses, or berating me for scaring away all the investors, Papa is asking for the evidence I have at hand. He only wants the evidence? But—. “I don’t get it,” I blurted, completely taken aback. “I’ve shown it to you before. But you still chased me out.” My anger had swarmed in. “YOU THREW ME UNDER THE BUS.” Paul

[Robert’s POV]He’s never seen the Don in such rage. Mr Smith had described it to him once, and Robert had a strong sense that he would finally be able to see it. He was mentally killing someone. With his bare hands. That sly fox Lux? When Madame was verbally slapping the Don for God knows what, that so-called Business King was grinning from ear to ear. That smug of satisfaction on his face, even Robert wanted to throw a punch at him.But as Madame turned from him, the Don reached out his hand wanting to grab her, to get her back. That full display of desperation showed Robert that Madame mattered the most to the head of the Virtus clan than his own pride. Even more than his family honour. Everything was out the window when he went for his most prized possession. If that son of a bitch lawyer hadn’t placed himself between them, the Don would have thrown his arms around his wife and dragged her into the limousine. Robert’s eyes widened with new knowledge: the Don was angry at himsel

[Harold's POV]But the old miser slots in right before the first punch. “Harold, you know I detest violence.” Clifford exhales an added disapproval. “And this is my building, not yours.” “Violence? His words are violence! All lies!” A furious finger fires at Ralph Virtus. “All Virtuses are good at that.” He glances at his daughter, who’s reliving her stupidity-led betrayal, then back at that glowering slime. “LYING THROUGH THEIR TEETH.” Ralph Virtus jabbed indignantly at the air, right between Harold’s incense eyes. “You’re the lying sack shit! Thanks to your lies, I lost my wife once—!” His daughter looks like she wishes she hadn’t known the enemy, and a snort of confidence pushes through his nostrils. “Would the police not see through my lies if I was lying?” He pleads with Clifford with as much sincerity in him. “He forced my daughter into a marriage she didn’t want. If I wasn’t in a coma, I would’ve stopped it.”Ralph lunges right at him. “YOU GAVE ME HER HAND IN MARRIAGE, YOU