The wife of the Mafia Boss Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Emily's POV:I couldn't think straight when I saw my daughter lying there on the floor covered in blood. For a moment, I think I just froze, which is why I only snapped back to myself when Tyler was already near her, calling her name. I ran to the floor and could see where all that blood was coming from; it was from her left arm. I tried to keep as calm as possible; no one taught me how to help my own daughter, how to think clearly. The blood was spraying like a broken pipe gushing water."Olivia?" I called her. She was somewhat unconscious but still awake.I looked at the arm more closely; the bullet hadn't entered, it wasn't there, but it had caused enormous damage."Mom, it hurts," she says with a trembling voice."It's okay, my love, you're strong, remember?"So much blood. I urgently needed to stop that bleeding, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, from the arm, of course, but it seemed to be coming from nowhere. I remembered something I learned in one of the earl

Rachel POVDoing a favor for Tyler Mitchel. Great way to try to commit suicide. Everything this family touches turns to dust.I managed to sneak in with the cell phone, but the security guards were keeping an eye on me which made me feel a bit insecure, but I continued with the plan. All I had to do was go upstairs where most of the girls who weren't working that night were. To do this, I pretended to feel sick and convinced one of the guards to take me to one of the dormitories upstairs."Is this okay here?" he asks after leaving me on the bed."Yes, it's fine. I'll just rest for a bit and I'll be back to work soon.""Don't take too long."He leaves the room, giving me a very intimidating look. As soon as I was sure I was alone, I opened the door slowly and had to climb another flight of stairs to get to where the girls stayed. I tried to open the door, but it was locked."Is anyone there?" They didn't respond. "¿Hay alguien ahí?""Yes, yes," one of the girls responds.I thank my Spa

pov luke"Mommouts Building""Who names a building where people are going to live like that? It sounds like an insult. But it was luxurious. Well-equipped.""As soon as we entered, I found it strange that the doorman didn't greet Débora warmly, but okay. We entered the elevator; her apartment was on the sixth floor. It was well-kept. Too tidy for a woman who dressed up to go out."- "Do you want something to drink?" she asks, tossing her purse onto the sofa and kicking off her heels. She came to talk to me. Insisted. The doorman didn't speak to her. The building is centralized. The apartment is too tidy. Furniture well-cleaned and aligned. "A wine," I reply."She heads to the kitchen, opens a few things, and then closes them from what I could tell by the noise, then returns with two cans of beer in hand." "There's beer," she says, smiling, and tosses one of them to me. She came to talk to me. Insisted. The doorman didn't speak to her. The building is centralized. The apartment is to

Justin's POV"You could make some changes to the menu as well, give it a more family-friendly look, you know…" I listen to Ingrid's ideas, who couldn't stop talking, leaning over the table, relaxed. She was wearing a beautiful Royal blue dress and had pinned her straight hair in a slightly messy hairstyle, but it left her face exposed, while the light makeup enhanced her light eyes."I think you should install a bathroom for mothers to change their babies, you know, with those big changing tables and even a small shower," she said excitedly, waving her hands."I like that," I comment. But I wasn't paying much attention; I was more focused on her dress, which kept rising every time she gestured with her hand. It was long, a bit too modest, with a slightly more modest and cute profile, but nothing I couldn't rip off with my hands."What do you think?" This time I hadn't even heard what she was commenting on; my eyes were fixated on her breasts. Despite the dress not having a neckline, I

Emily POVRelieved. That's how I felt after I poured out everything I had kept inside me to Tyler. Maybe it was a way my subconscious found to communicate with his, to get him out of this life. It was a disguised threat.Actually, I still wanted to see him suffer, but I know very well what it's like to be a victim and what it's like to victimize oneself all the time. I've been playing the victim for too long, now I'm tired. If I can make Tyler suffer, I will do it, despite loving him deeply.I want him to learn, learn that no matter how capable I am of forgiving, I won't tolerate being made a fool of. I want to make him learn what it's like to close his eyes and imagine a bunch of things. What could have happened if I hadn't intervened? That's what stops me from forgiving him. If I hadn't interrupted them, would he have had an affair with her? Deceived me?I believe he loves me, I know he loves me. But he's a man. My mother always said that men need to be tamed. It's time for Tyler to