The Mafia's Wild Flower のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Chapter 104 The airport's bustling atmosphere faded into the background as Rosette stepped out of the cab, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of her anxious footsteps. Her father, Xavier, stood at the entrance, a commanding figure in the midst of the crowd. As her eyes met his, a subtle shift in his demeanor occurred—a fleeting moment where the steely exterior softened, revealing the concealed warmth of a father who loved his daughter. Relief washed over Xavier's face like a gentle tide as he watched Rosette approach. Despite the ruthless reputation that preceded him, there was an undeniable tenderness reserved for his children, a softness that transcended the harsh world he navigated daily. His cold-blooded persona momentarily gave way to the vulnerability of a concerned parent. Tears streaked down Rosette's cheeks, a testament to the emotional storm she carried within. The sight of her, vulnerable and hurt, ignited a spark of anger in Xavier—a controlled, seething rage tha

Once Rosette arrived in Russia, her mom was right there at the airport to meet her. They had this big, tight hug waiting for her, and suddenly, Rosette's tears just burst out. It was like a waterfall, non-stop. The comfort that she offers was enough to melt even the coldest person in this entire world. And it was quite true because Xavier is the living example of it.“I love you, sweetheart,” her mother said as she kissed her on the forehead.When they finally reached their huge house, the crying didn't stop. It was like Rosette's heart had a leak, and the tears just kept flowing. And then, like little angels, her nieces and nephew walked in. They noticed Rosette crying, so they didn't say a whole lot. Instead, they surrounded her with hugs and little pats on the back, trying to make her feel better. The kids had this magic about them, turning the sad atmosphere in the house into something less gloomy.“Don`t cry, aunt Rosey because I`ll cry, too,” Phiel said with an innocent look on

Navigating the cool night streets, Rosette sought solace in the dimly lit refuge of the nearest bar. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses surrounded her as she ordered a drink, the liquid serving as a feeble attempt to drown the cacophony of thoughts raging in her mind.Seated on a barstool, the bitterness of the drink mirrored the bitterness of her emotions. The recent events replayed like an unsettling skit, orchestrated by Khein, leaving her in a state of emotional confusion.Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as she wrestled with the aftermath of his actions. Was this his cruel way of seeking revenge for her sudden decision of leaving him five years ago?The complexities deepened as she mulled over the mixed signals he had sent—kissing her wounded lips even with the unexpected arrival of his girlfriend. The contradictory of his actions fueled the flames of anger within her. She grappled with the whirlwind of emotions, questioning his motives and her own role in a

The soft glow of morning light streamed through the curtained windows, casting a delicate warmth across the room where Rosette found herself. Disoriented and determined, she quietly tiptoed towards the door, her bare feet making minimal sound against the cool floor.She need to leave. She can’t stay here any longer. She will not allow herself be entangled with his web of confusing words and affection. She had enough, and she could only endure that much.Her heart raced with each step, fueled by a mix of fear and desperation. The room seemed to hold its breath as Rosette carefully turned the doorknob, hoping to slip away unnoticed. However, the creaking hinges betrayed her intentions, and just as the door began to inch open, a strong arm shot out, preventing her escape.“You are not going anywhere, my love,” he whispered against her ear, making her shiver.Khein, ever watchful, had sensed her attempt to flee. His presence loomed behind her, a silent force that thwarted her every effort

Rosette`s POV As I waited for him to finish showering, I sat on the bed with my arms crossed, a surge of determination coursing through me. There were numerous questions swirling in my mind, and I felt a pressing need to unearth the truth. I refused to linger in the shadows; I deserved clarity, and it was time to compel him to reveal the answers I sought. However, when he emerged from the shower, clad only in a towel that modestly covered his lower half, my well-intentioned conversation momentarily wavered. His physique, displayed before me, proved to be a distracting spectacle, and for a brief moment, I found myself inadvertently checking him out. He approached with an air of nonchalance, the droplets from his recent shower glistening on his bare chest. The tension in the room seemed to thicken as he sat down, the towel clinging modestly to his lower half. I took a deep breath, attempting to dispel the fleeting distraction his presence caused. "You've got questions," he stated, hi