บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Widow's Revenge : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

ELENA "How could he do such a thing?" Sarah asked me after we had both calmed down but I could still feel my heart squeezing in on itself Every time I let out and take in air."Lorenzo had lied to my face, he had said he would never do such a thing and had done it" i said, not hearing or feeling like answering a question that I had no answer for, only Lorenzo did and he was fucking dead."Maybe it was doctored?" Sarah was grasping at straws and I gave her an intense glare as my anger returned."What were you even thinking when you barged into my room like that?" I fired out with a sharp tone and she looked surprised."What do you mean?" She asked and I chuckled, the tone cold and detached."You know what I meant. I have told you countless times to stop entering my room without my permission but you do not listen" I told her, my voice increasing and I saw her nose flared up before she got to her feet."I came in here? That's what you're on about? What is wrong with you?" She asked, l

ElenaI stepped into the café and took a deep breath. Instantly, I felt my whole body relax."Miss!" filled my ears, and I glanced around to find the owner’s child—Meiying—standing on top of the counter, waving me over."Meiying!" I said in surprise as I walked up to her, holding my hands out when she became unsteady, but then I heard a light laugh."Oh, don’t sweat it. Meiying is used to pulling such pranks," her father said, coming up from behind the counter and serving a couple some baked bread and what I assumed was tea."You’ve added a lot to the menu," I noted, and he smiled."Yes, and the customers love it. The profits are really beyond what I expected," he said, and I smiled softly."I understand that the profits for this month won’t be substantial due to the rapid changes, so I came to inform you that you can keep them for this first month and begin payments next month," I said, and his eyes widened."No, no, no, we cannot do such a thing, Miss," he began, shaking his head in

ELENA I stepped into the dining room and found Sarah seated at the two-person table. My favorite food was laid out in front of her, along with a few other dishes and a full bottle of tequila.I had decided to just get it over with instead of sitting outside all day doing nothing. That’s how I found myself here at this hour.I easily took a seat and picked up the glass of water, downing it before turning my gaze to her.“It’s been minutes since I got here. Is there something you want to say to me?” I asked, and she sighed.“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice.“For?” I played dumb, wanting to hear exactly what she was apologizing for. Who knew what she was talki—“For being a bitch. I should always respect your privacy. I just thought it would be cool to always startle you,” she mumbled, and I felt laughter bubble out of my throat.“Oh Sarah, dear, you should know by now that it’s very hard to scare or startle me,” I replied, grabbing the tequila and popping the top off. I filled ou

ELENA"Fuck," I groaned low in my throat as I walked past the bodyguards, who stared after me in alarm."Is someone after you?" the one on my left asked, and I shot him a glare."Does it look like it?" I snapped through gritted teeth. He looked guilty for a second before I stepped into the house and found Sarah lying on the couch in the living room."Hey, Sarah," I smiled deliriously.She smiled back, but it quickly dropped when she saw the blood on me. That was when my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor with a loud thud."Hey, hey, wake up! You can’t fall asleep! Someone get me the medical kit!" she yelled.Soon, I was being lifted and placed onto the couch she'd been lounging on moments earlier.She pulled off my jacket and then my shirt, leaving me in my bra."I-if y-you wa-wanted t-to s-see me in my bra, y-you c-could've j-just s-said so," I slurred, my eyes barely open.She laughed. "Stupid girl, what are you thinking with that head of yours?"She started working on remo

ELENA I had dressed comfortably in black jeans and an oversized polo shirt, my guns stuffed securely into my waistband. I didn’t go anywhere without them anymore—they’d become a strange form of comfort.I needed this distraction from the endlessly depressing thoughts about Lorenzo.We soon arrived at my father’s estate, Sarah beside me in a yellow sundress and sandals, her makeup minimal but her aura dramatic—like she was heading for a fashion show and not a visit with my dad.“You’re over the top,” I said, walking past the guards who greeted us with polite nods before we stepped through the open door.“I know,” she chirped back, and I raised an eyebrow. She was definitely something else.“Hey girls,” came a voice from the kitchen.I walked in to find the table set with a spread of food—many of them my favorites—and the rich scent alone brought memories flooding back.Father used to make these dishes for me with the special recipe he and Mum had invented when they were still together