The Mafia Boss Special Slave のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

As Martinez’s back receded from her vision, Sandra’s focus remained on her son. “You have to be realistic about this, Fabian. It’s for the best. For the family. For business.”Fabian continued to stare at her while deeper layers of frustration began to surface. “You are both in a dream world. This is not about what’s best for me; this is about power. You two are negotiating my life.”Sandra took a step forward. She spoke in a softer tone. “And if you choose not to comply, you will be left with nothing. You think I don’t know the repercussions of you not going through this marriage? I do. Martinez will turn his back on you and use his reach on you.”Fabian shuddered involuntarily. “So this is how it is?” he asked, his voice even-tempered even with the inner storm. “What am I to do, marry Tasha, or bear the consequences?”Sandra inclined her head in agreement, her face betraying no warmth. “You know the stakes. It’s a matter of the Salazar legacy. You cannot afford to be weak and allow

Fabian's brief encounter with Delia had added to the strain and pressure he had felt beforehand. The strange cryptic alerts, the threat of Martinez, thoughts of Loretta everything was racing through his mind. But the one controllable aspect of all this madness was his resolution regarding the wedding. He had to move.He quickly had his phone out and quickly put it back, very briefly, clenched with a fist before hitting Tasha’s number. The phone rang only once before she answered.“Fabian?” When Tasha spoke, the voice was smooth with a tinge of inquisitiveness; it was urgent."Meeting at the restaurant we talked about last time," he said in a calm voice. "It's imperative I speak with you."There was a moment of silence as Tasha processed this, then she said, "Alright. I’ll be there shortly."As Tasha took her time in coming, Fabien got to the restaurant first and occupied himself in a booth at the far corner for privacy. The soft voices around him, and the dim light that shrouded him i

"My wedding is in two days," she said, her voice more urgent now. "I can’t be pregnant. Not now, not like this. There has to be something I can do."The doctor sighed and leaned forward, his face compassionate but firm. "I understand that this is a difficult situation, Miss Martinez, but the fact remains you are pregnant. There is nothing you can do to change that. You will need to inform your fiancé that the two of you are expecting a baby together."Tasha shook her head, her mind rejecting his words. How could she possibly tell Fabian? He would never believe the child was his. And even if he did, it would only complicate things further. Fabian was already detached, reluctantly walking into the marriage as a business arrangement. A baby would either trap him further or cause everything to blow up in her face."I can't..." she said again, the sound of her shaking voice still audible. "I can't tell him. He's not"She cut herself off before she could expose too much. The doctor turned h

The date of the wedding was fast approaching, and she could feel the giddiness forming in her stomach, yet a nagging thought kept creeping back; it felt as though she was playing a game without knowing its rules. The child she carried would be Antonio and she would stop at nothing to ensure that her tomorrow was safe. She was prepared to seize her future and the wedding was just the first step.Luca was arching back and slouching against the wall of the barely lit room watching the commotions that were going on around him. There was a palpable tension in the room, inserting oneself into any form of business was a tension that dealt with the backstreets. He turned his head toward De Silva, who occupied a large, wooden mahogany table; several of his men, including some who had just come back from different missions, were also around him.“Doesn’t Ma’am Tasha look weird to you today?” Lucas asked when he turned his focus to the door Tasha had just walked out of, his voice containing more

Tasha’s heart raced. “What do you mean?” She asked earnestly, dreading that he would say something creepily personal.“Let us just say that I have been listening,” he said.“I am simply helping you weigh your options and preventing any rash moves on your part.”“Appreciate it, but I will be okay. I am marrying Fabian, whether you like it or not,” she snapped, trying hard to be firm for her own sake.“Really? You think that’s going to solve everything?” Julian pressed further. “This is not just a wedding; there are issues of power, loyalty, and even more importantly, survival.”Tasha felt as if the walls were closing in. “I can manage it,” she asserted, and yet, his statement resonated.“Good. But don’t come crying to me when your plans turn out to be messier than you imagined,” he warned her before ending the call.Tasha remained standing in the middle of her apartment. Her heart was racing and she was furious, hiding it underneath the surface. Why cannot he just leave me alone? She u