บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

ROSALINDA.My heart pumped rapidly. My entire world froze as the doctor’s words rang repeatedly in my head.“Mr. Moretti has been keeping this to himself for a while now and asked me not to tell you guys, his family. But I don’t think I can hide this anymore. I’m sorry, but you all deserve to know that he has cancer. Cancer of the lungs. But it is still in the early stages, and there is a great chance of it being cured since it was detected early. He has been coming here for treatment, and I suppose he fainted as a result of the side effects of the treatment.”Papà. Cancer? The news was too painful to take in, and I found myself unable to breathe well. I couldn’t imagine a life without my Papà. I didn’t want to lose him. Not now.“Papà why? Why didn’t you tell us?” I queried, tears streaming down my face as I held his hand in mine.“This is why.” He smiled sadly, lightly squeezing my hand in his. “I didn’t want to see you cry like this.”“You should have told us.” Sofia, who was sitti

ROSALINDA.In all honesty, I didn’t want to return home. I wanted to remain with him. In his arms. Until the sun rises.But unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. We got some pills from the pharmacy, and he drove me home afterwards. We had one last scorching kiss in his car before I hopped out. Upon entering the building, I learned from one of our maids that Sofia, Mama, and Matteo were in Papà’s room, so I went there to join them.Papà was on his bed, lying down with Mama, Sofia, and Matteo seated all around him. As I stared at him, reality hit me in the chest. A few minutes of pleasure couldn’t erase the pain that lingered in my heart. Papà was sick, and the only thing I could hope for was for him to respond to treatment.“What took you so long?” Papà asked as I approached him.“Antonio had a flat tyre, so he had to fix it.” I lied.He nodded. “Okay.”My eyes subconsciously darted to Sofia, and the look she had in her eyes said that she didn’t believe my excuse.“I was just telling th

ANTONIO.I called Marco and asked him to come to the room I was in while the other men remained in the respective rooms they were stationed in. It wasn’t over yet. Lorenzo’s men could still be lurking around, and all of us couldn’t be in the same place. We had to be careful.“Please, I am innocent.” The woman begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.“You weren’t innocent when you decided to aid in killing me.” I groaned.“Kill you? No. I wasn’t going to kill you. I was only asked to tranquillize you.” She quickly defended herself.“What did you think the person who sent you would do after I became unconscious?” I raised a brow, waiting for her to connect the dots.“Kill you?“ She asked, her eyes filling with horror.Nodding in response, I reached for her wrist and uncuffed her.“Get up and get dressed.” I told her.“Don’t even think of running.” I warned her as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.She nodded, her body trembling in fear, as she walked to where her dress was and sl

ROSALINDA.My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I quickly disentangled myself from Antonio’s arms.“What is happening here?“ Papà asked again, his frown deepening as he approached us.“Uhm…” I nervously scratched the back of my neck. I was lost for words to say.“Nothing really.” Antonio said, sighing.“No. You can’t tell me nothing. Your hands were on her, looking at her like… that. What’s going on?“ Papà persisted, darting his gaze between the both of us.“Is that the document?” Antonio changed the subject as he reached for the file in Papà’s hand.He skimmed through the document before returning his gaze to Papà. “Thank you. I’ll take my leave now. Bye.”“Antonio.” Papà called, his brows furrowing.“Really, it’s nothing.” Antonio said.Before Papà could say anything more, he started walking towards the exit.I promptly followed Antonio, but Papà called me back.“Rosalinda.” He said firmly.I turned to look at him. “Yes, Papà?”He waited for Antonio to leave the office bef

ROSALINDA.Lorenzo arrived shortly after he was summoned and was led to the living room, where Papà, Mama, Marco, Sofia, Giovanni, and I were all waiting impatiently for him. “Don Roberto.” He grinned as he approached Papà. He extended his hand for a handshake, which Papà took reluctantly. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge the rest of us sitting in the living room. “How’s your health? How do you feel now?” He asked Papà.Papà didn’t answer that question. It was obvious that he wasn’t interested in a chitchat. Instead, he gestured at the sofa that was opposite him. “Have a seat.”I never knew Papà cared so much about his grandson until today. The rage burning beneath his eyes was so intense. Lorenzo drew his brows together. “I thought you wanted my advice on business matters." He darted his gaze at us. “Why would we have it here?”“Seat, please.” Papà said again, not bothering to explain anything to him. “Okay.” Lorenzo said, exhaling sharply before going to sit. “So, why did