Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

LucienHe stared at Aiyana in some astonishment, bristling.NO one had ever dared to speak to him like that before, in such a peremptory manner.As he glared at her she turned to Schwartz.“Can you leave us, please?”she said in a peremptory tone.James Schwartz nodded slightly, looking shamefaced. Lucien guessed that she had possibly had a similar talk with him.“Mate, listen to her,“ he said gruffly and strode away, hands in pockets.*Aiyana turned to fix him with a cold, hard gaze.Danielle hovered around.“Proserpina has gone through hell,” she said in a low, intense voice.”And she is probably never going to forget what she went through,” she went on through gritted teeth. As he scowled and opened his mouth to snap at her, she held up her hand imperiously.“Don’t give me cr*p: I have seen victims of kidnappings, they can never be the same.”Her black eyes were like live coals, as she stared at him and said sadly,‘They are damaged.”He stopped in mid-sentence, his body going cold.

Lucien He stared at the phone.It suddenly seemed to him that he was watching, like a disinterested bystander, as his life unravelled.First, his wife who had seemed to look at him as though she abhorred his very presence.Not surprisingly, he thought, pouring himself another stiff drink although he had had way too much already. He scratched his powerful, hirsute chest and brooded.He had spoken in an unspeakably unforgivable manner to her. Yes, he knew it had been his insecurity speaking. But he had chosen to hurt her when she was most vulnerable and he hated himself for it. With a loud oath, he threw the glass across the room where it shattered into smithereens. The strong smell of rum filled the air almost at once and he scowled. He would need to get someone to clean the mess.But he was too disturbed.*Now, his daughter, the one child who was his favourite…Ria had been crying as she slammed the phone after screaming at her father. She had accurately read the equation between Pro

ProserpinaI was aching to see my little ones, Ria, Piers and Claude and introduce them to the babies. Ria had already decided that they would be choosing the names of the little ones. THEY meant, of course, herself. Piers was overruled when he came up with what she called ‘stuffy sounding’ names.Danielle and Aiyana had been to see me the previous afternoon. They were leaving and they had come to say goodbye. As Aiyana, whose arm was still in a sling, stepped to me, she said quietly,‘You need to forgive Delano.’As I raised my eyebrows and looked at her, she said, controlled and dispassionate as ever,“He’s a great fighter and a tough Boss. But he’s hurting now.” Danielle took up the thread of the conversation, and continued,” And Schwartz was to blame, you know; him and his flirty ways.”And seeing the mutinous expression on my face, the ever loyal Danielle growled,“Kid, that man of yours loves you. Seriously.”She sighed and groped for a cigar, then remembered she could not smok

ProserpinaWe touched down in the early hours of the morning.The drive home was uneventful. Lucien and I rode in the large vehicle with the babies and Nurse Camille sat behind us. I was tired but the babies were cantankerous after the journey. They insisted on being fed almost continuously and I had to take turns moving them from one breast to the other. I reflected on the doctor’s advice; he had suggested that I start them off on formula very soon since they showed signs of being voracious in their appetites.“Besides, Mrs Delano,” he had added, his warm brown eyes sympathetic,’ you have had a very stressful experience. So you …’ I sighed and looked away.*Beston rode in the same vehicle. I glanced at my husband.Lucien looked older and tired. There were lines of exhaustion on his face and the lines from his nose to his mouth were more prominent, making him look cold and frightening. He sat beside me, deep in thought as he studied his phone, the other two phones in his pocket, o

ProserpinaI settled into a routine of sorts. It was difficult to return to the old way of life; I had undergone too much of pain and suffering. Nothing could turn the clock back and make me the happy young mother of three I had been before I had fallen into Dmitri Rudenko's hands.*I had little trouble blanking out my dreadful experience when I was awake. My babies and my older children kept me awake. My friends called from all parts of the world; Alex Wu from Japan, and Brian from Paris where he was on a lecture tour of Europe. And of course, Rachel. She had promised to come and meet me when she was returning from Scandinavia.Grace came to spend time too; she had given up her job because she was taking up a new one at a school closer to her home. She spend hours with us. And yes, my staff, the nannies who had been with us since Ria and Piers had first arrived here with me, Beatrice, dear Bea and now Camille as well. She had also been easily and effortlessly merged into our unwield