Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

ProserpinaTrue to her inimitable nature, Ria had begun to call him Pappa. I guessed that she had been asking questions and speaking to the young sons of the head gardener. The little boys, Jose and Phillipe, came in the afternoons and sometimes played with my children. Watching them interact with their father, Jean Louise, had probably ignited the curiosity in her to find out about her own father.Piers refused to have anything to do with Lucien and slid off the chair after he was done. As the nurse took Ria away to brush her teeth, she stopped at the door, her small paw in the woman's hand.Turning, she tugged at the woman’s hand and broke free. Trotting up to her father's seat, she placed a tiny hand on his dark sleeve and dimpled up at him, imploringly'Papa, read Tia stoyy.' She urged and gave him a toothless smile to add to the statement. Translated to mean, Pappa, read Ria a story.'No, Ria..." I began as her small face crumpled when Lucien remained silent, looking at her, bro

ProserpinaThis pregnancy was not a joyful one. I constantly felt drained and angry, snapping at the startled twins for no reason, weeping when no one was round to see, and totally unable to eat any kind of food except for dry biscuits.Doing the math roughly, I had worked out that I now was in my fifth month of pregnancy. But I had yet to meet a doctor. Luckily, my baby bump was not very prominent. the child within me seemed to sense that it was unwanted, I deduced grimly as I stood, looking at myself critically after stepping out of the shower.I had resumed my work but the enthusiasm and the drive were lacking. My dear Professor was flabbergasted at first with my lackluster attitude but when I told him that I was expecting a baby, he was delirious with joy. He was now on the last leg of his teaching tour and beamed at me, assuring me that I should take things easy when we had our video conferencing call.Rachel scolded me on the video calls that were as frequent as ever but I was t

Lucien He stared in shock as Proserpina glided to the floor, grabbing her before she fell and hit her head against the small tables that had been artlessly thrown around the large den. "Schwartz! Shark!' he bellowed, lifting her tiny, prone figure and striding over to the couch. Proserpina's head hung over his arm, her arms flapping as he moved. Her face was sallow, almost bloodless and he felt his heartbeat race as he noticed the dark shadows under her closed eyes. The soft lips were parted and she seemed totally unconscious. Her breathing was strained and loud and Lucien felt himself break out in a sweat as he felt the anxiety build up in him. She barely weighed more than her daughter, he thought in amazement as he laid her down. "Fuck!' he said it aloud, as he carried her easily, 'she hardly weighs anything!' The men came tearing into the room, alarmed by the urgency in his voice. Taking in the scene and imagining the worst, Schwartz bellowed, ' Mate, what have you don

Lucien turned on the bedside lamp and in the muted light, I saw the deep furrows in his face.He looked as though he had aged overnight. A few months ago, I would have wanted to take him in my arms, stroke his unshaven jaw, kiss that firm mouth.Not so, not anymore.Pushing the thoughts back, I asked, bluntly,"What are you doing here? I want to see my children. Where are they?’His reply was totally different from what I had expected. Instead of answering me, he growled,'You didn't tell me you were with child.'I sensed the undercurrent of anger and shrank back into the pillows that someone had thoughtfully propped up for me. Shifting in the bed, I moved into a comfortable position."Where are Ria and Piers?' I insisted, sticking my chin out."They have gone to bed.' He said curtly.I glared at him, tucking my hair behind my ear as I tried to focus.'Why?' he asked again, his voice harsh with emotion.Suddenly, I was exhausted. I stared out wearily, looking at the darkening shadows

The men turned around, chagrined expressions on their faces. Schwartz colored, like a guilty schoolboy. He tried to change the subject, asking in return,“How’s she? Mate, how is Proserpina?’There was no ignoring the deep passion in his eyes, in his face as he watched the Boss who stood, hands clenched, breathing hard, his eyes narrowed.But Lucien Delano had not become a powerful Don by being sidestepped, even if it was by his closest friend.“What was that?’ he rasped, moving into the room looking more dangerous than he knew, the dark stubble on his cheeks adding to the roguish look on his face.‘What are you keeping from me, eh?’ he barked.Schwartz stood up, as elegant as ever though it was probably past eleven at night and he had been wearing the suit since morning. Like the other men, he had discarded his jacket too but he still looked as though he had stepped out from a photoshoot of a gentlemen’s fashion magazine, thought Lucien drily. His deep blue hemp shirt with the sleeve