Todos los capítulos de Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

The morning light filtered into the lavish estate, bathing the corridors in a soft golden manner. Rosella sat by the window in the library, flipping aimlessly through the pages of a book. She wasn’t reading, she just needed something to keep her hands occupied as her mind swirled with frustration.Her peace was interrupted when Marcus appeared, his footsteps deliberate but hesitant. He stood by the doorway and had his hands shoved in his pockets. For once, he looked… unsure of himself.“I wanted to apologize for last night,” he said gruffly with his gaze flickering to her briefly before landing on the floor.Rosella didn’t look up. “Don’t bother. It doesn’t change anything.”He sighed and stepped closer, his tone shifting. “I mean it, Rosella. I—”“Save it” she snapped, finally shutting the book and turning to face him. “You’re only apologizing because you feel guilty. It doesn’t erase what you did”Marcus frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “Fine. You want honesty? I

Mirable yanked her hand free from Mitch’s grip, her eyes blazing with defiance. “What the hell are you talking about, Mitch? I’m not your fiancée!”Mitch’s mother, a woman of commanding presence and sharp eyes, raised an eyebrow as she studied Mirable. Her expression was carefully controlled, but her displeasure seeped through her tone. “Mitch, what is this nonsense? You didn’t think to consult me before such an announcement?”Mirable stepped back, trying to steady her breathing. She refused to be drawn into whatever game Mitch was playing. “Mrs. Stanford,” she began, her voice steady but firm, “I don’t know what your son is trying to pull, but I am not engaged to him.”Mitch leaned casually against the armrest of a nearby chair, unbothered by her protests. “You’ll have to forgive Mirable,” he said with mock sincerity. “She’s still adjusting to the idea. But I’m certain she’ll come around soon enough.”Mirable turned to him, her voice rising with anger. “I am not adjusting, Mitch. I’m

The air in Donovan’s study grew heavier after Franklin finished reading the letter. He placed it back on the desk, his jaw clenched tightly. “It’s a trap,” Franklin said, his tone sharp but steady.“Of course it is,” Donovan replied, pacing the room like a predator sizing up its prey. His mind raced through possibilities, counter-moves, and risks. Marcus wasn’t subtle, this wasn’t just about the Ledger. It was about power, pride, and Rosella.“Are you seriously considering going?” Franklin asked, his arms crossed.“I don’t have a choice” Donovan said. His voice was cold, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil inside. “If I don’t show up, Marcus will take it as a victory. And if I do…”Franklin stepped forward, his usual stoic demeanor cracking slightly. “You’re risking everything, Donovan. That Ledger, if it falls into Marcus’s hands—”“It won’t!” Donovan interrupted, his tone final.There was a moment of silence, filled only with the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.Franklin finall

The air in the infirmary grew unbearably tense after the doctor’s announcement. Rosella’s heart raced, and her hands instinctively moved to cover her stomach as though shielding her unborn child from Marcus’s gaze.Marcus, for once, was at a loss for words. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The calm, smug mask he wore so effortlessly had crumbled, leaving behind a man visibly shaken.“You’re… pregnant,” he finally said, his voice low and uncertain.Rosella’s eyes narrowed, her voice laced with defiance. “Yes. But it’s not your concern”Her words snapped him out of his shock. His gaze darkened, and he took a deliberate step closer to her. “Not my concern?” His voice grew sharp. “You’re carrying a child while living under my roof, and you think it’s not my concern?”“I’m only here because you forced me!” she shot back, standing despite the pain in her arm. “Don’t act like you care.”Marcus’s expression hardened. “You don’t know what I care about,” he said coldly. “But let me make

The hum of hospital machines filled the sterile air as Felix sat on the edge of a hard plastic chair, his elbows propped on his knees and his head in his hands. Across the room, his foster father lay on the hospital bed, pale and frail, his breathing uneven. The heart monitor beeped steadily, a stark reminder of the urgency of the situation.Felix’s jaw clenched as frustration churned in his chest. The hospital bills were piling up, and the doctors had made it clear—without surgery, his father wouldn’t survive. But there was no way he’d ask Marcus for help. That would mean giving Marcus even more control, and Felix hated the idea of Rosella being dragged deeper into his mess.A soft knock on the door broke through his thoughts. He straightened, confused. He hadn’t expected anyone.The door opened slowly, and there she was. Daisy.She stepped inside with a cautious smile, her bright green eyes locking onto Felix’s dark ones. Her presence was like a burst of sunshine in the dreary room,