The Mafia Don's Innocent Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

REBECCATranquility enveloped me, a sensation I hadn't recognized until its gentle embrace enveloped my being. The melody, a vessel for our emotions, concluded unnoticed, and my fingers ceased their dance upon the keys. It was only when Artemy rose from his seat that I snapped back to reality, his movement captivating my senses. Beside me he moved, a soothing presence as he knelt, intertwining his fingers with mine. "Do you recall, Angel?" he queried, the weight of his words sinking my heart. His question left me speechless, a shake of my head conveying my poignant truth. Eyes shut tight in the clutches of desolation, I uttered, "I can only remember... the piano. The music remains elusive, like a fleeting dream I can't grasp." 

REBECCAArtemy winced as the memory resurfaced, and even I was struck by a pang of anguish. "I was wounded, Rebecca. Discovering that the woman I ardently love was affiliated with the Cavalieri was a blow. I was furious, yes, but never did I entertain the notion that you were the infiltrator. I merely needed solitude to comprehend. In that solitude, I grasped why you remained silent," he explained. He swallowed audibly, his gaze locked onto mine. Our foreheads met as he lowered his head, our breathing synchronized. "My withdrawal wasn't prompted by your allegiance to the Cavalieri. It was fueled by the hurt from your silence. When I eventually reconciled with reality, it was too late. You were already gone. That day... I hadn't known such agony. It felt as though

REBECCAExiting the room, a mix of emotions played on my cheeks, manifesting as an uncontrollable smile. Our return to the living room found Lynda and others waiting with bated breath. "Well?" Lynda inquired eagerly, her excitement palpable. Locked in a shared understanding, Artemy and I exchanged a glance before his proud declaration cut through the suspense, "A princess." Lynda's delight erupted in a squeal as she enveloped me in a hug. Nona's fond smile radiated warmth as she joined in the embrace. "Congratulations, my dear. You've gifted us with a princess, a precious addition after so many years." Her hug soon transitioned to

REBECCAMy throat throbbed and ached, a result of the unrestrained screams that had torn from it. Exhausted, I found myself devoid of tears, my eyes dry and vacant. The ability to even utter a sound had abandoned me, leaving me in a haunting silence. Shock's electric current surged through my body, rooting me in place as the scene before me unfolded in horrifying clarity. The surreal nature of what I was witnessing simply couldn't be real, my mind protested. Especially not now, not after the arduous journey we had endured. The distance we had come felt too immense, too laden with struggle, for it all to culminate like this. My palms met the cool blades of grass, the pain in my knees almost seconda

REBECCAUpon reaching the basement's threshold, a tableau greeted me. Two figures, sentinel-like, stood sentinel before the door. Their eyes widened at my arrival, a shared impulse urging them a step closer. "Miss Rebecca, this isn't your place," one of them interjected, caution woven through his voice. Yet my gaze brushed past them, riveted on the closed door that lay beyond. "I need to see him," I declared with a conviction that resonated through the heavy air. "The boss gave strict orders—no one's to enter," the other guard responded, his gaze carrying a mix of skepticism and puzzlement. Within this enclave, the atmospher