All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"No, we didn't," Juan said, shaking his head. Belle crossed her arms and bit the inside of her cheek. She stared hard at Juan, hurt clear in her eyes.“You used to act like I was the only one that mattered,” she said softly. “Like I was the only person you ever really looked at.”Juan let out a tired sigh. He rubbed his hand down his face like he was already done with the conversation.“You were the only girl I really cared about,” he said in an exasperated manner, “but it wasn’t anything deep, Belle.”She blinked. “Not deep?”He didn’t flinch. His voice wasn’t mean, just flat. He didn't want to hurt her but there was no nicer way to put it. “I mean, I never felt that way about you. Sure, we slept together. But it was just sex. I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”Belle’s face twitched like she was going to cry, but she quickly pulled herself together. She adjusted herself on the wheelchair, trying to blink back the tears. “And why the hell not?” she asked, raising her brows. J

“What do you mean fired?” Juan asked. His voice was full of disbelief. He walked back and forth across his office, his steps quick and restless. His fingers moved nervously, as if he didn’t know what to do with them. He was clearly holding back anger.Dominic’s voice came clearly from the speakerphone. He sounded calm, like this wasn’t a big deal to him. “I got rid of him. I fired him.”Juan stopped for a second, then shook his head. “Why? What did he do?”“He sold the layout of my estate,” Dominic said simply. “Gave it to one of my rivals.”Juan let out a sharp breath, part surprise and part anger. “Honestly, I’m shocked you didn’t just kill him.”There was a low chuckle on the other end of the line. “Yeah, me too,” Dominic admitted. “Should’ve just taken him out.”There was a pause. Then Dominic asked, “So tell me… what’s going on with him now? Why are you asking about Marco?”Juan’s eyes narrowed. “That’s none of your business.”“Oh come on,” Dominic said. “Don’t you think your old

“You really think he’s going to save you?” Belle asked, narrowing her eyes at Arya. "I’m not waiting for someone to save me," she replied with a tight smile, folding her arms underneath her breasts. Belle gave a cold laugh. “Then you’re even dumber than I thought.”Arya took a slow breath. She looked straight at Belle. Her voice was calm but steady. “I’m not afraid of you, Belle.”Belle smirked, eyes sharp. “Good. You’ll need that kind of courage. Especially when you’re the one he leaves behind.”Arya gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re funny,” she said. “It’s kind of cute.”Belle tilted her head like she was trying to figure Arya out. Her eyes sparkled with pride, like she thought she’d won. “You really think you’re special, don’t you?”Arya didn’t look away. She slowly turned all the way to face Belle. She stayed quiet for a second before speaking. “If he ever sends me back out into the streets, at least I’ll know the truth. I’ll know exactly where I stand.”

“No way,” Arya said firmly, her voice serious. “I’d rather just stand here and watch you.” Juan looked at her with a small smirk on his face. “Then sit back and enjoy the view,” he replied, clearly amused. A soft breeze passed through the air, gentle and warm, carrying the sweet smell of ripe grapes mixed with the salty scent of the nearby sea. The air was thick with sun and summer, and every breath Arya took filled her chest with that rich, warm scent. She stood barefoot at the edge of the pool, the tips of her toes just barely touching the cool water. The sunlight hit the surface of the pool, making it shine like glass. Everything around her seemed to glow, like the world was softer here, almost magical. Arya had no idea her day would turn out like this. She didn’t expect to be standing beside a beautiful pool, next to a vineyard that looked too perfect to be real. It felt like something from a dream or a fancy vacation ad on TV. It didn’t feel like her life. Not the one she re

"I came to see an old friend of mine," Dominic responded with a cocky smirk. "How are you doing?""Go straight to the point," Juan hissed, staring at him with murderous eyes. Being in the presence of Dominic was infuriating. He still could not get over the betrayal that had ruined their friendship.Dominic nodded. "Marco Bellini.""What's with the dramatic pause?""You won't offer me a seat? Drinks.""If I'm offering you anything to drink, it will be poison."Dominic walked further into the living room and sat down comfortably, leaning into the cushion. "He's in contact with one my men.""What has that got to do with me?" Juan asked. "Sort out your own problem of betrayal with your men.""The thing is, it's a set up," Dominic laughed half heartedly. "And why would you be setting up a man who no longer works for you?""He's dealing with several of us. Information is power.""Agreed. Your point being?" Juan commented, folding his arms across his chest. "I can find out who he is workin