Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mob Father's Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over

DavidMichael drops Sarah off at her house. - I tell Father, you are at your home,—my brother says, and I raise an eyebrow and smirk; at that exact moment, Sarah turns her eyes to me. - Well, tomorrow morning, I'll catch a plane to Australia. I'll be back in a month or two. If you need anything, call me.- I hope everything goes well there. Don't forget to take your pills for motion sickness. Your father asked me to remember you.I would laugh if it were funny. My father is not worried about Michael getting sick, but if he read in the newspaper that his oldest son threw up on the plane's first class, it would be a scandal.- They're already inside the laptop bag.- Goodnight, David, and welcome home. – she says with a beautiful smile.I feel my face burning. "Welcome home". She was the first to say it. With my biggest seductive smile, I reply:- Goodnight, stepmother, and thank you.Michael was already in the car and told the driver to take off without waiting for her to enter the ho

SarahWhen I arrive at the club, I go in and look around.I became very good at this, and like an owl looking for its prey, I look for "my prey."It wasn't too tricky to find David sitting in one of the lounges with a woman on his lap.I approach him and cough, but he didn't see or hear me.I hit the woman on the shoulder, and she separates her lips from David and looks up irritated.The handle of my gun is strategically visible and my eyes are cold as icy. The woman who had looked at me with irritation swallowed hard and disappeared from the scene so fast that David still held something as if she had never gone.He finally looks at me.- Stepmommy! – He says, completely drunk and ironic as hell. - You scare my “fuck away.” You're so mean! – He says, looking at my cleavage.- Eyes up here. - I say, pointing to my eyes. - After a 12-hour trip, the first thing you do is get drunk?- It was Thomas's fault. He's the one who got me drunk.- Hey, traitor. - Thomas shouts to make himself he

DavidIt was hard to open my eyes, but I got up and grabbed my carry-on bag. I take two painkillers, swallowing them dry.Then I look around, trying to remember how the hell I got home last night. How did I put on my pajamas and go to bed?My memory ended with the 7 or 8 whiskey I had drunk.I undress and go into the shower. Closing my eyes and letting the hot water clean away a bad night's sleep, I say:- Fuck, my head. How the hell did I get home?As if by magic, Sarah's eyes materialize in front of me.- Had it happened or did I dreamed it? Did Sarah go to get my drunk ass at the club, and did we almost kiss?I finish my business in the bathroom, get some clothes, and go downstairs.In the dining room, my father was sitting at the head of the table, reading The Wall Street Journal and having coffee. The Los Angeles Times was also on the table, clearly evidence of being read."Shit, he's been waiting for me for a long time" - I thought, sitting down immediately.- Good Morning Maste

Sarah- Sarah, dear, I swear I will kill that son of mine. He is drunk, again, and in a nightclub belonging to the Yacuza. The driver has the address of the house. Go there and bring the idiot back before he gets killed and starts a war. I sent six men to accompany you.- Okay, Simon. – Why would I ask anything else? Simon would say absolutely nothing more than he had already said.A question hovered in my head. How did he always know where his son was? Did he have men following him?- Oh, and dear, do not bring him to my house. Lock him up at your house. If I see him, I swear I will kill him. Some clothes will be in the car. That way, you two can go together, and I will be sure that he will be working by your side. God, this is my fault. That woman spoiled him. His whore mother ruined this boy forever. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. Honey, if you can't get him into business, I'll... give up on him.- Simon?!- What good is a son who isn't trustworthy? God, I should have