Ex-Wife's Return to the Mafia Lord のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Creepy occurrencesCeline’s POVYou would see it coming. It better be a glitch or a joke. Each occurrence playing tricks in my subconscious as I mingle with the scenes in my heart. I watched them, I saw them, and I knew exactly what was happening; however, I will play it cool to this game as it unfolds, fully ready for their antics and shows all the way.Sitting in the office, I couldn't let go of my thoughts, my mind playing riffling games with my head, and the thoughts conflicting in a demanding way. Becky, Jack! Not really.“Ma'am, the client from Triffins is demanding a meeting with you, ma'am,” her voice pulled me out of my reverie. Talk of the devil herself. Calm, tender on the outside but sneaky, evil on the inside. I glared at her with disdain written all over my gaze, and she marvelled, uncomfortable, standing as if chasing dead ends.“Ma'am,” she called out once more, this time her tone wavering, my legs gradually trembling. “Have I done anything wrong?” she asked, her palms

Unexpected surpriseThe drive was once again a reflective moment, storming with thoughts of what the worst-case scenario would be if she came clean to Jack. I had known Jack to be a bad person from the beginning, but my mind never stopped calculating all possible scenarios and outcomes. My gaze narrowed intermittently at Levi through the rearview mirror. He seemed more focused on the drive and paid little to no attention to whether I was observing. He was engrossed in his hands, tightly gripping the steering wheel.Stepping out of the car, I picked up my bag sluggishly, my gaze landing on the stack of files I had brought back from the office. A hiss escaped my lips. I never thought that after such a strenuous day of brainstorming and thinking, I would still come back to sorting through files. I couldn’t help but curse in my heart. Becky should be blamed for this extra workload. She was supposed to help relieve me at a time like this, but no, she chose to make herself an object of susp

Never alone“Darling, why would you say such a thing? Or is there something I’m missing?” Evelyn asked, her eyes narrowed at him.He shrugged, dropping his cutlery in frustration after a long stretch of silence. “Nothing really. I thought about the whole scenario all through the night, and after hearing from him, I said to myself it would be best if you listened to his side of the story,” he paused, rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. “You know,” he narrowed his gaze toward me, “you never judge a book by its cover without reading through its contents. I know you had your past experiences with him, but don’t let them define your today and the future ahead.” He finished, raising his gaze toward me, his expression unreadable, as I tried so hard to contain the anger I felt seething inside.How could he think that after all those years of pain, I would still consider hearing Harry’s side of the explanation? What was there to explain aside from his mischievous acts? Wasn’t it enoug

A glimmer of hopeCramping through the rough floor with my shoes, I took the direction she pointed to, and soon I was standing at the door of the office as described. I took a deep breath and opened the door.A young lady, probably in her late twenties, greeted me, and for once, my doubts were debunked. I had expected to see an older woman seated in the office, not a young lady."How may I be of help to you, sir?" she inquired, gesturing for me to take a seat, which I did, my eyes still fixed on her. "I want a report, or rather, a case file from seven years ago," I piped up. For the next few seconds, she stared at me intensely. I knew that look, but I wasn't giving up. "I would do anything and probably pay for it. It's as urgent as an emergency, please," I spouted."Well, sir, what you seek is not in my hands to deliver.""What do you mean?" I asked, a bit perplexed."You see, accessing old files is not my duty, and what you're asking for is impossible.""How so?""Because the owner o

TwistedCeline's POVIt’s been the busiest night ever. Staying up all night to work on this particular file was nothing short of a tough job. It still hurt deep down that I had to do this all alone when there were capable hands in the company that could have handled it. I chose to give myself the extra work because I was intent on not leaving any room for mistakes.No one was to be trusted at this point until all the evidence was out and the culprits identified. I tilted my head towards the table situated just to my left. The pile of files was still sitting there, glaring at me. None of them required immediate attention compared to this one. The graphic seemed a little too simple for my liking and needed improvement to add a more sophisticated touch. Glancing at my wristwatch, it was already past one, and my eyelids were growing heavy.A knock on the door made me wince. No one would be knocking at this hour unless it was Henry. And what would be keeping him awake at this time?“Come i