Todos los capítulos de The Comeback Of The Mafia Lord's Girlfriend: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Bella,”He had changed so much. He was no longer twenty years old. He had changed so much. He was looking taller, stronger, and more handsome than before. Dressed in a white shirt a pair of black tailored pants and a matching suit, he looked dangerously beguiling. My heart stammered inside my chest. I forgot to breathe when his fingers were gripping my face gently, examining my bruises. But everything was lost in his charm. He smelled the same. He used the same body wash and the same cologne. Everything felt the same and yet everything had changed. The man standing in front of me was a stranger whom I used to love so much. “Who did this, Bella?” He asked me, his protective side of him still made my heart flip traitorously. No matter how much I lied to myself I knew I was not over him. How can I ever be? When he was sounding like that?His dark eyes were holding my brown ones, waiting for a response but I was too stunned to speak. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, making

I was lying when I said I liked someone else's pasta more than his. Silas cooked food like nobody else ever did. But infuriating this new version of Silas Kingsley had its own fun and satisfaction. But who knew this newfound possessiveness inside him might burn me? "I am actually curious to know who managed to charm you so much that you decided to give their cooking a chance. Because the Bella Murphy I know doesn't trust anyone with her taste buds. Except one. Me." Silas said, his midnight eyes aching my entire existence in his eyes. It was cruel for me to see how deep his eyes were. It was hard for me to look into them and not drown. And the more I drowned in his eyes, the more I realized that I never really swam out of them. "There's something called restaurants, diners, cafes, food courts, and food joints, Mr. Kingsley. And their chefs cook food more delicious than you can ever cook. So keep your jealousy inside yourself, and serve me some food." I said, rubbing my palms togethe

One thing that I was never proud of was my running skills. Back in my school days, Silas always kept pestering me to pay attention to my physical health. According to him, I can’t even run a mile without huffing like a seventy-year-old woman. Who knew Silas’ concern for my lack of enthusiasm in physical strength would be my concern when Ethan’s man was running behind me, angry and determined? Angry because I kicked him in the jewels, and determined because he was here to catch me and send information to Ethan and my father. “Stop running, bitch! You think you can escape Ethan after humiliating him in front of everyone?” The man, whom I remember as Alfred barked in annoyance. “I don’t think I can when I already did you, you thick-skulled man! And leave me the fuck alone.” I cried out in impatience and anger, and the moment I turned around, my foot got stuck in the chair I didn’t see and fell down. Alfred smiled at me, his sinister smile made me flinch when he raised his hand to gra

Terror drained the color from my skin when my eyes fell on the red card. It was Ethan. Ethan sent it to me. How did he come to know about my whereabouts? And how did he manage to send the flowers to Silas’ place made my complexion ghostly with fear. Silas was staring at me with unknown emotion after reading the card. Before he could tear the card apart, I snatched the card and flowers from him, not wanting Silas to be anywhere near the flower bouquet Ethan sent for me. I was enough to bear the pain and suffering, Silas didn’t have to give me company in my pain. “Who sent this bouquet to you, Bella?” Silas asked me calmly, scarily. Like a precursor to a storm, there was an ominous undertone to his hushed voice. A part of me, which still depended on Silas for my protection wanted me to throw myself in his arms and cry about the pain I endured because I was left alone, vulnerable, and miserable to my father’s greed. I wanted to tell him how I was forced to serve a drug lord because my

His clothes were too big for me. The man had grown in size. Not only was he taller than he was seven years back, but he was also slightly muscular though he was still majorly lean. His sweatshirt was so long that I had to tuck it inside the sweatpants. I was looking hilarious wearing clothes thrice of my size. But his clothes had a peculiar fragrance. It was enticing me. I could smell him on his clothes. And it was enough to make me smile. His scent was comforting. It had always comforted me and made me feel safe. I remember when we were in a relationship seven years back, I would always borrow clothes from him and never return them back. Feeling giddy, I walked out of the car to find Silas leaning against the hood of his car. Even he had changed his clothes. I don’t know how many sets of clothes he kept with him. But he was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. His hair was disheveled, and slightly damp, falling on his forehead, making him look boyish. His midn