บททั้งหมดของ Wanted By The Mafia Lord; Attracted to the Bad Boy Nextdoor : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

OCTAVIA'S POVI watched Nile's face shift from surprise to a mix of anger and disbelief as I confronted him. His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed like he was searching for the right words, but nothing came. The silence between us felt heavy, almost suffocating. "How did you find out?" he finally asked, his voice low and strained. I could see the tension in his jaw and the way he clenched his fists at his sides. It was like he was trying to hold back a storm of emotions. I had expected him to deny it, to try to twist the truth, but instead, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. I took a deep breath and replied, “Your wife came to the café earlier this week.” I could see the realization dawning on him—the weight of his choices crashing down. "Wait, you have known for a while and you didn't say anything,? He asked.I gave him a deadpan look. "Really, that's what you are going to say; is that the point?" He looked away, as if he couldn’t bear to meet my eyes, and

OCTAVIA'S POV As I stepped into the club, the pulsating music hit me like a wave, but my heart wasn’t in it. I glanced at Rose, who was already beaming with excitement, ready to dive into the night. “Come on, Octavia! Just a little fun!” she urged, tugging at my hand. I sighed, feeling the weight of my recent breakup hanging over me, but I let her pull me inside.The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and flashing lights. Rose darted to the bar, her energy infectious. “Two mojitos, please!” she called out to the bartender, her voice rising above the music. I stood back, still feeling out of place, my arms crossed defensively. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light, even as doubt crept in. “Trust me, you’ll love it! Just wait until you taste this,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. The bartender slid two tall glasses filled with vibrant liquid garnished with fresh mint and lime. As Rose handed me one, I took a tentative sip. The r

OCTAVIA'S POV I opened the door humming to myself. I woke up feeling rather energetic this morning and decided to give my house a deep cleaning. I had been working all morning, scrubbing the kitchen floors and cabinets, washing the bathroom, changing my curtains, and rearranging my wardrobe. My house looks as clean as ever. I disposed of the trash, and my hand and I waited for the elevator doors to open, and I walked inside, still singing to myself as I pressed the button for my floor. When a hand suddenly appeared in between the doors as it was closing, the door opened, revealing the last person I would imagine seeing here. He looked up and saw me, his striking green eyes still taking me aback like last time. I see the recognition click in his eyes. As he stepped into the elevator, I felt my heart race; he leaned against the wall looking at me, that cocky grin plastered on his face. He looked like he owned the place, and I lowkey regretted standing leaving that night. "Well, well,

OCTAVIA'S POV I turn in my bed, unable to sleep; the noise of bodies slapping fills the air; he is at it again. This guy Zion is such bad news. I really thought he was a reasonable person. Even since he moved to the apartment next to me, it's almost always noisy. It is like he throws a party every fucking night. He plays music so loudly every time he is around and late into the night, and that is like the least of it. I never knew that the walls of this apartment were so thin because I can hear almost everything that happens in his house, and it doesn't help that he makes no effort to tone it down. I punched the wall a few times to let them know that noise is disturbing me. It seems like his bedroom is on the opposite side of the wall from mine, and saying he had an adventurous sex life is an understatement. "Uhh! Yes, baby!" I hear the sound of his flavor of the night moaning. He could have at least put on some music as he does normally to protect my ears from this. Disgusted, irri

ZION'S POV  The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I woke up this morning. My apartment is a cluttered mess of camera equipment, scattered notes, and empty alcohol bottles from last night. With a yawn I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. The girl that spent the night at my apartment has most likely left. I prefer it that way, really; I don't like the expectations I wake up to and the awkwardness when a girl spends the night at my apartment and refuses to leave. I grabbed my favorite camera and headed out the door, locking it behind me. I made my usual stop at the coffee shop on the corner. I found out not long after I started living here that Octavia owns it; this is her friend. The barista, Lily, greeted me with a warm smile as I approached the counter. "Morning, Zion. The usual?" She asked, already reaching for a cup. "You know me too well," I replied, leaning against the counter