All Chapters of The Mafia Princess : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Clancy's POV I had a lot to think of and figure out as I entered the Night Moon Hotel and made my way to the elevator but stopped because of the noise in the lobby. I was angry and looked around to see the hotel manager having a heated conversation with two women and the security team with him seem to be ready to take action at any moment. I was going to ignore them when I caught a glimpse of the side of one of the woman's face and a gulp went down my throat. Now my attention was gotten. Aurora DE Santa. I adjusted my suit and walked towards them when the manager of the hotel noticed my presence. He quickly rushed over to me and acted polite with a smile on his face, "Mr. McCain, I didn't know you were around. I was about to send this women away" "Send us away. What the fvck are you talking about?" The other woman with Aurora had stepped out to throw a tantrum but when her eyes met with mine, she shrank away. I've seen them hanging around too often so they must be really close

Sofia's POVShe blinked her ocean-blue eyes at me and the two men stared at each other before staring at me.I opened my mouth and made to come up with the best lie ever."You! Are you Aurora DE Santa?" Lily's face brightened as she stared even closer at me, "You are Aurora DE Santa, the beautiful woman who makes a lot of games"Her mouth opened and I could see a smile forming on her face.I sighed in relief and nodded with a small smile on my face.Aurora Technologies also dealt with the mass production of new software every month which includes games.And yes, mobile games for children too.My face is now on everything in newspapers and online news outlets so I'm not surprised at being recognized easily.Lily embraced me and I felt my heart stopped beating at that moment.She had really grown and could even touch my waist now. Tears covered my eyes and emotions whirled inside of me because of the contact with her.This feeling of her hug since five years ago.It felt special and go

Sofia's POV His gaze bore into me, low and furious, and I felt that old, familiar flicker of ice crawl up my spine.What right does he have to barge in here? I thought, my pulse thundering.He's nothing but an pompous head playing house with this hotel.“Do you mind explaining what you think you’re doing? Do you have no respect for a woman's space? ” I demanded, tugging the door back toward me. My fingers screamed from the effort, my frame creaked under his weight, but I refused to yield an inch.His jaw tightened, “Ms. De Santa, you easily forget I own this place,” he growled, eyes glinting.“That’s abuse of power,” I shot back, my voice surprisingly steady, “Your—entertainment empire is one thing. But policing women’s doors? Stick to the stage, not my floor plans.l”I could see the muscles in his neck bunch. His brows lowered into a dark arch. "Where is she?" With a demanding voice, he leaned forward, and in a swift movement, his hand closed around my wrist and yanked me against

Sofia's POV The second the door shut behind him, I collapsed onto the couch like a discarded piece of paper. Limbs heavy. Breath trembling.What the hell just happened?I pressed a hand to my chest and felt the tremor beneath my skin. He didn’t scream my real name. Didn’t try to rip off the Aurora De Santa face. But his voice when he asked about that pancake? That damn pancake…He tasted something.He suspected something.He must have felt something.My gaze slowly dropped to my wrist, and there it was. Red and Raw.The mark from his grip stared back at me like an accusation. He’d almost snapped the bones in a fit of… rage? Shock? Recognition?Or all three?I clutched my wrist close and hissed beneath my breath. Not from the pain, but from the questions. The thousand goddamn questions burning through my skull.Did he recognize me?Did he taste the past in that pancake?Did he feel her, Sofia, in the middle of that room, standing behind my mask?He couldn’t possibly know. He s

Clancy's POV Rocking back and forth on the creaky chair, I stared blankly at the moonlight cutting across the skyline. The night was quiet, too damn quiet for a city that never slept. But somehow, it felt like everything had slowed to watch me rot in silence. Just me… and that memory.The moonlight, Sofia used to love this view.We’d sit just like this on the balcony of my mansion, her curled into the curve of my arm, whispering stories I never cared about, but listened to anyway. Her voice was peace, her laugh? My fvking oxygen. I never needed to look up at the moon, I had her.And now… nothing but silence.I leaned forward, jaw tense. I could still taste it.That pancake.Damn it.My tongue rolled again like it was trying to wring every last trace of it before my brain convinced me it had never happened. Soft. Warm. A little buttery with that hint of vanilla cinnamon she always snuck in when she thought I wasn’t watching. The taste had faded from memory years ago, buried in t