MY LECTURER, MY LOVER, MY MAFIA RIVAL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 95

AlceoThe torture room was always kept with a single lamp acting as the only source of lightening. The air inside was stoic, everything screamed of what it had been named. Several equipment and instruments were arranged neatly by their level of importance. The chair he was kept on was welded to the floor, in the middle of the room, while everything else stood miles apart from him.I ripped the cloth away from his face, switching on the main light of the place. I desperately wanted to see the fear smack all over his face, no matter how he tried to act tough, his fear felt like a fragrance to me. I pulled the cloth obstructing his speech.“Are you here to kill me?” He asked, his words coming amidst huffs of breaths. “Make it quick.”A short laugh escaped from my mouth. “Do you think you deserve to die a quick death? You don't even deserve death. All you should be getting for the rest of your days should be torture.”A single strand of tear fell from his head down to his face. I dragged

AlceoIt's been over 2 months since we rescued Marianna. My days were spent in the room with her, watching her as she let herself loose. The insanity was diminishing day by day and I desperately prayed for her recovery. Steve invited his colleagues that he could trust to come treat her; a mental doctor and a gynecologist who monitored her pregnancy.Her pregnancy bump kept shoving itself in my face as well but that was something that didn't bother me as much as I needed her back. Javier was still in the torture room, I had no plans for him yet. The men made sure to keep him alive even after all the beatings he had to go through every day.I sat beside her bed as usual, holding her hands in mine and gently squeezing them. This action of mine continued for a while, making her open her eyes. With her voice so calm and serene, she said: “where am I and who are you?”“Pretty, it's me. It's me Alceo.”I was praying for a recovery and now she's fine again, only for her to forget who I was.

Alceo Sir Bezzio and his wife came around upon hearing the news. The least thing we could do was let them name the baby. Mila, that was the name given. The surprising thing, our families had called us and given us back our titles. The Italian families didn't mind us being together once they knew the truth of what caused our enmity. They apologised and gave Marianna back her rightful seat. Uri and my brothers spoke with the elders of our place too and power was transferred back to me; this time only it was permanent.I stared at the ring in my hand. I wanted to seal everything and live with my family. The DNA result came back positive that Mila was my child. Marianna insisted on having one, which made us know that she was already pregnant before she was kidnapped by Javier. “Do you think she'll like it?” I turned to Aleksi. “Trust me, she will. Now I just need you to go in there and do the needful. Uri and the boys have prepared the other things we need for the celebration. It does