Semua Bab Mafia Boss's Angel: Bab 51 - Bab 56

Cindy's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the closed door of my room, my mind racing with everything that had just unfolded downstairs. The sound of that woman's voice still echoed in my ears, sharp, demanding, possessive in a way that made my skin crawl.Fiona. John's fiancée.I'd known about the engagement, of course. John had been upfront about that from the beginning, had made it clear that his father was orchestrating some kind of business arrangement. But knowing about it and seeing her in person were two entirely different things.The way she'd looked at me, like I was something she'd found on the bottom of her designer shoe. The casual cruelty in her voice when she'd dismissed me as his "little pet." The calculating way she'd sized me up, cataloging every detail like she was evaluating a potential threat.I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to ease the tension building there. This was exactly what I didn't need right now. As if being trapped in this situati

Chapter Fifty-three: John's POVI stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Cindy walk away. Something was wrong. Very wrong.The air in the kitchen felt heavy, like after a bad storm. Maria looked upset. Her hands were shaking as she stirred something on the stove. Fiona stood near the counter with a small smile on her face. That smile made me angry."What happened here?" I asked again."Nothing at all," Fiona said. She walked over to me and put her hand on my arm. "I was just talking to your little friend. She's very... interesting."Maria made a small noise. It sounded like she disagreed."Maria?" I looked at the older woman. She had been like a mother to me for years. I trusted her more than almost anyone.Maria looked at Fiona, then at me. "I think... I think maybe you should talk to Cindy," she said slowly."There's no need for that," Fiona said quickly. "We had a nice chat. Woman to woman. I think we understand each other now."I didn't believe her. Fiona's idea of a "nice chat" u

I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was still racing from what had happened downstairs with Fiona. The way she looked at me when I walked away from her, like she wanted to kill me. But I was tired. So tired of being pushed around, of being treated like I was nothing. I had dealt with worse people than Fiona before. Charlotte from church with her cruel whispers and judgmental looks, the rude customers at the diner who treated me like I was invisible or beneath them. I had survived all of that. I could survive her, too. I wasn't going to let her make me hide in my room like a scared little girl. This was supposed to be my safe place, at least for now. I had every right to walk around this house, to talk to whoever I wanted to talk to. The next morning, I decided I was done being afraid. I got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I needed coffee, and I wasn't going to let Fiona stop me from getting it. Maria was at the stove making breakfast. She looked up whe