Todos los capítulos de The Mafia's Wild Flower: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

I got lost in my thoughts once again. I honestly couldn't count how many times it happened to me. I would just randomly stare at nothingness and forget the damn thing I was doing. It has been a total disaster, because I almost lit the house in fire, cut my fingers, and a lot of things I cannot imagine. It was worse than not being able to do anything at all.Everything I touch, gets ruin. I feel so useless right now.I sat there in my room, contemplating about my life's decision. I have been here for the last 5 hours, just sitting and staring at the wall. I wasn't tired nor energized. It was just... normal. As a matter of fact, I felt nothing even. I just had a lot of things to think about, and staring has been my new hobby lately, or say the least.I forgot how many days had already past or what time it was. I lost track of time, and if it wasn't for the phone I might not be able to tell what day is which.Again, I didn't notice that someone was already home until I felt a hand on min

"Are you sure about it?" she asked for the ninth time, making sure I wouldn't regret what I was about to commit. I nodded my head as a sad smile appeared on my face. "Yeah...""But you'll hurt him," she said as a matter of fact. "You are only going to hurt yourselves, Rosette. Please think about it again. I have already given you the option. You can stay or you leave for good. If you stay, then I will not bother you anymore. I will also help you convince dad to leave you alone. But if your decision is to leave, then it better be for good. Because there is no turning back on this, sweetheart."I know I should listen to her and rethink my decision. But I've already made up my mind, not because I no longer love him, but because I love him so much to the point that I want no means of harm to go upon him. I love him so much that I am willing to distance myself so he could have a better life.I will not be selfish this time around. He deserves a life. A life that is free from stress, free

I sat by the window, sipping on a cup of chamomile tea. The sun casts a golden hue across the city skyline. The pain still lingered, like an unwelcome guest overstaying their welcome. It has been a month since I left Khein, and it felt so lonely. The emptiness in my chest is enough to suffocate me.I stirred the tea absentmindedly, observing the steam ascend and vanish into the air. Recollections surged in: the laughter, the late-night talks, and the commitments formed under the stars. Yet, those moments now appeared distant, clouded by the pain of a relationship that had reached its end.Leaving was the hardest thing I'd ever done. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon me like an anchor, but deep down, I knew it was the right choice. I needed space to find myself again, to rediscover the person I'd lost along the way.A gentle knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "Hi," she announced, flashing a warm smile. "It's a good day today. Wanna go shopping?"I shook my head, tired. Ev

Sitting in the serene garden, the gentle rustling of leaves and the sweet scent of flowers filled the air as I shared a heartfelt moment with my mom. The sunlight streamed through the branches, casting a warm glow over our conversation."Mom, I've always wondered—what was it like giving birth to me?" I asked, curiosity tinged with a sense of awe. I have always wondered about that A soft smile graced her lips as she glanced at me, her eyes reflecting a wealth of memories. "Oh, dear, giving birth to you was one of the most incredible moments of my life. It's difficult to put into words.""I can only imagine," I replied, leaning in with eager anticipation. A smile made its way to my lips. "Please, tell me."Her gaze turned reflective as she recalled that significant moment. "There's this intense mix of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and this profound sense of responsibility. The anticipation of finally meeting you was overwhelming.""I bet it was," I said, hanging onto her every word.

"You know how much I hate it when you make me wait for you to say the next words. It makes me fucking anxious, Khein," I said through gritted teeth. Through my narrowed gaze, I gave him my deadliest glare.He gulped. There was a thick tension between us, an unspoken thought that seems to be suffocating us to death. I was mad at him. I was mad because how dare him get into my life again after I practically pushed him away and flew across the country so that I could avoid him. How dare him to come and see me when the sole reason why I avoided him in the very first place is because I thought it would be the best for us.I cared for him, genuinely. So if leaving him is the only possible way to save him from his tragic end, then so be it. I no longer care about myself, about my feelings towards him. Because if I truly care, then I wouldn't hesitate to leave. Then so I did.However, what's even the difference between leaving him and trying to save him if he himself had a death wish? I feel l