All Chapters of THE DESPISED SON-IN-LAW; Mafia Boss Heir: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AnitaLike a mad bull, I angrily walked out of the hunt memorial hospital. Angry not because of Tessa's disrespect but because of Blake's blindness. However said love is blind had experienced it. Why couldn't he see past his nose and dick? Tessa was nothing like Blake. He was sweet and kind, gentle and friendly, smart, caring, humorous with a vibe like no other but she was just pure arrogant, disrespectful and annoying. Only physics could explain why they were together. Unlike poles attract.Enough of that. Before almost stumbling into the butler that busy evening, for the first time since we met with Blake, I asked myself that question that was a landmine waiting to explode, the one I had been avoiding. Why? Why was I doing all that?"Slow down there, you don't look well" The butler said slowing me down."Sorry, I have to go. My plan was to sleep over and watch him. I even asked the guy who brought me in the morning to leave now he has the love of his life and

BlakeThe powerful rays of the morning sun penetrated through the white curtains covering the large hunt memorial hospital window. A cold breeze of fresh air filled the room, with my eyes shut I inhaled a lungful of fresh air and exhaled lazily spreading my arms and yawning loudly. My body was still aching but I felt great like I could make a step or two. That was good progress. "Good morning handsome, how are you feeling today" Anita said standing by the door.She really startled me to the brink of jumping out of my own skin. She looked beautiful in a white flowery Bodycon dress slightly above her knee caps. Her hair was tied into two pigtails, a warm smile on her face and a spark in her almond shaped eyes. Her well shaved legs were protected in two black doll shoes. She looked beautiful walking towards me and my mind put it all in slow motion. In her hands a tray."Good morning, you didn't go home? Where did you sleep?""Don't worry about me" she said and plac

The Wallace dining room was a piece of art. The floor was decorated with beautiful tiles. It had a sink and a mirror behind Gerald's chair at the head of the table. A set of lantern wall lamps hanging on the wall all round it and a huge beautiful minka lavery chandelier above the white ceiling emanating a faint yellow light that gave the entire place a golden touch. A long vanished table was surrounded with a dozen vanished dining chairs of great quality with rubber stoppers under them such that they made very little noise when pulled back. It really brought that appetite also.You could tell it was a feast with the kind of food that was being served. Two bottles of red dinner wine with a tray of glasses, a bowl of autumn royal grapes, sliced mixed fruits, sushi and roasted ribs, Chicken, plain rice, salad...all those foods were giving out a mixture of aromas that would confuse ones appetite. After everything was set to the required standards, the butler did the honors.But

In one of the few operating high end hospitals in the western side of the fort canon city suburbs. A dozen SUVs were parked. Huge men in black suits wearing wireless communication devices in their ears were standing all the way from the gate to the reception and the door of a VIP ward. It was obvious someone so rich was sick.Don Leon, the head of the Red Crescent Mafia group, the largest, dangerous and richest of all mafia groups in the entire country was lying in an adjustable patients bed breathing heavily with his eyes shut. A quick glance at their job description; causing war and havoc was on top of that list, kidnapping for ransom, murder for hire and they were good at making it look like an accident, if you wanted your competitors shop to blow up, espionage, if you wanted someone to disappear and never be seen again that was their expertise among others. It was even rumored that they were responsible for the war after election that was going on. Just a rumor that no one w

AnitaWhen she hung up I took a deep breath. Honestly my eyes were getting all itchy and I was a poke away from my tear gates breaking. It was hard to tell if she picked the Phone in his absence or if he gave it to her to get rid of me. Unlike the first time we kissed, the second time was off. The feeling for me was spine shattering but to him it looked as though the kiss was just normal with no impact on his emotions. The drama with the call just confirmed my biggest fear.That back there was a kiss of goodbye. There was a chance I had gotten myself hyped up on borrowed love and got myself lost under the impression that maybe he could be mine. My castle of sand built on the ocean shore of love got swept away days after being erected. I felt weak, used and stupid and since I was alone it was okay to cry. Let the tears of sadness and disappointment flow. But no, I couldn't even cry. A rough knock on the door forced me to wipe away my tears and clear my throat. The door opened