บททั้งหมดของ Taken By The Mafia Lord: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Vincenzo's car glided smoothly through the busy city streets, the rhythmic hum of the engine accompanying the soft music playing on the radio. The midday sun cast warm rays on his face as he drove towards Central Park, he was going to spend hours of his time with Freya there.When they finally reached the park, Vincenzo parked the car in a shaded spot, and they strolled hand in hand towards a secluded corner where a bench awaited them. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant laughter of children filled the air as they settled down, sitting close to each other. Vincenzo wrapped his arm around Freya's shoulders, and they shared an affectionate smile. As they talked, their voices carried with the gentle breeze, a sweet symphony of happiness. Freya leaned her head on Vincenzo's shoulder, and he caressed her hair tenderly. They seemed lost in their own world, oblivious to every thing around them.Unbeknownst to them, Kelly had also come to the park that day, to spend her time alone a

Freya selected a few things she needed. Seeing as Myra walked behind her made her feel uncomfortable so she asked her to pick a few clothes and shoes too. Myra being considerate and not a lover of money, took just a gown, a shirt and a skirt with a white canvas.Freya admired the clothes she picked, giving her a nod. "They look pretty on you.""Thanks." She blushed."Let's go buy some thing to eat, I'm starving." Freya said, holding her stomach."We can't hold this in our hands while eating, why don't you order for lunch while I take the stuff to the car." Myra suggested."No, Myra, they are too much for only you to carry. Let's take it to the car together." Myra agreed and they both took the items to the car.They headed for the eatery section, on the table was the menu which Freya quickly scrolled through. The foods in the menu were quite expensive, she needed to manage her money for the future and whenever things turned out to be tough on their part.She picked the less cheaper one

When Vincenzo returned, he didn't hesitate to check on Freya. However, Freya sat quietly by the edge of the bed, thinking and rethinking over the incident. She couldn't get it off her mind so easily.After losing her brother, Olsen, now some one is coming after her? For what? What wrong has she done to deserve this?But when Vincenzo showed up, Freya lifted her gaze to meet his. "Hey." He said,"Hey." He rushed to hug her, his embrace felt like home. A home she wasn't ready to lose. "Every thing is gonna be alright." He assured her."But why would some one want me dead?" She asked, her voice low and dull. "What wrong have I done to deserve this haunt?"Vincenzo didn't say any thing, and she wasn't expecting him to. All she wanted is to remain in his arms for long, to erase her fears. "We'll get to the bottom of this together. I promise."Freya decided within her not to leave the mansion again no matter how bored she feels. Leaving the mansion feels unsafe and unsecured. Again, she do

Kelly watched as Danielle walked back to her room. She too went to the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan to get the broken glasses packed. She sighed a relief breath, Danielle would have found out about her plans.She was just a little close, but then Kelly did her best to cover up. Though the expression on Danielle's face couldn't be explained whether or not she still suspected her, she was sure she had saved herself for the moment.Meanwhile, while she returned back to the sitting room to get the glasses cleared up, a plan popped into her mind. It was a crazy one but worth it. The idea of having some one in Vincenzo's mansion keep an eye on Freya was the best option she would have thought about at the initial time.But the question is... Who?Myra wasn't the best option since she was the closest thing to Freya, so finding another person would be better. So she thought hard, so hard for one she would trust.However, Danielle had a double mind Kelly's words not to have a plan in mi

Freya sat in her plush armchair, her mind swirling with numerous. Danielle's words echoed in her head, and she just couldn't get it off her mind. It suffocated her. It still sounded like a death alarm to her ears. She was wondering whether or not she should tell Vincenzo about this, or she should just keep it all to himself to spare him the pain and confusion?As she contemplated her thoughts, the door to her room swung open, and Myra, walked in. Immediately, she noticed the troubled expression etched on Freya's face. Concern welled up within her, and she wasted no time in asking what was weighing so heavily on her friend's mind."Myra, I don't know what to do," Freya began, her voice barely a whisper. "Danielle approached me earlier, revealing some thing about Kelly's plans. It's... it's grave, Myra, and I'm torn on whether or not to tell Vincenzo about it.""First of all, if you don't mind me asking. Who is Danielle?" Myra asked as she has no idea who Danielle is."She's Kelly's fr