Todos los capítulos de Revenge: Submitting To The Mafia King : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Adonis paused, an uncomfortable silence settling in the room as he gave Cara and her father time to process his confession.The way she stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and shock indicated she, in particular, would need a while to—but as her face pulled a look of horror and nose wrinkled, he knew she wasn't just surprised; She's got to be reeling on at least four emotions...Her face kept contorting and switching within seconds, unlike Miguel, who remained quiet, gazing at him with a calculative expression and steeples fingers."I am utterly and completely lost."He cocked his head, his lips parting to speak when a dissatisfied pout graced her lips."Seriously. Even a scriptwriter wouldn't add this much twist to his or her story. Why the hell is your family so complicated?"A soft snort racked out of Adonis when he saw he was right. He felt like a psychic on the seventh plough in the spiritual realm.First, confusion. Now, annoyance? How many more

Cara's brows furrowed, a deep crease forming between them as Adonis handed her the empty glass of water. "Do you feel better now?"He grunted, a wry smile playing on his lips, yet the bead of sweat trickled down his temple despite the cool air, and his clenched jaw told her he was just trying to be strong. "I think we should end this discussion here for now. You've done enough talking for one day."Miguel scoffed, pouring a shot from the whiskey that was brought to taunt Adonis. The ice clicked together as he swirled the drink around, eyes closing in pleasure at the strong smell."Don't tell me you're that weak?" "Dad!""What? He's out of the coma; the worst is over. He should be able to withstand any other pain. Just saying." He raised one hand in surrender, taking another sip to hide the mischievous curl of his lips.Adonis knew well what Miguel was playing at. Forget medication. He'd do anything just to get a glass of the whisky he was having. However, for some reason, Cara see

Cara's POVIf I was told twenty-four hours ago that I'd be here, on my father's couch, sitting beside my husband, listening to secrets no one could ever imagine, I'd scoff, and continue to wallow in my sorrow.Or perhaps, I'd trade them all for just the news that his fingers twitched—anything better than the same old news.But here I was. And it was happening.Watching Adonis chew on his bottom lip in deep thought in response to my father's question made it hard not to feel a sense of relief.I know it's weird. We've barely solved anything, but a few days ago, we were practically lost. With zero information, zero strategy, and most importantly, held ransom by Tina and her mother.So forgive me if I feel happy about the fact that we now have a direction. The end was near; I could feel it.Finally, we'd be able to live like normal couples do. No drama—at least not too much, no threats, and with our babies.My hand subconsciously tightened around his, a tingling feeling wrapping me up in

Cara's POV"I have the tracker on. However, I feel it won't be needed. Today's just to get the feel of things and know what I'm up against." Adonis informed me as he pulled on his black hoodie.Dressed in black sweats and a hoodie with a black cap, he looked more like a street thug going on a theft mission. My eyes shined as he lifted his cap to push back some of his curls, and I couldn't help but blush.Let's say a classy, rich street thug. A normal one wouldn't look this good and reek of a million-dollar cologne."So, I'd like you to stay at your father's place for the time. I'll check in every two days to prevent them from getting suspicious of me." He continued, dishing out instructions like he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes since I walked in from the shower."Bel, are you listening?" He called from the dressing room."Yeah," I called back. "Just be quick. You've been in there for almost thirty minutes. And pull off your left stud. I don't want any of those club ladie

Cara's POV With my jaw still dropped open, I watched my husband pull off his cap and hoodie, leaving him in just his sweats and a tight tank top.He dumped them on my lap, "Hold on for a minute." Then he was moving towards the ring. My hand darted out to stop him."Wait!" He looked back, and I glanced around, sinking under the peering eyes of the crowd around us."Are you for real? You'd die out there! Didn't you see how he crushed the other guys?" My voice dropping to a whisper, "I am not ready to be a widow, Adonis."This was exactly why I remained adamant about coming. Why didn't he always think these things through? He didn't even discuss this with me.The corners of his lips tilted up, triggering an unexpected rage within me."You're smiling? Really? Is this something to smile about? Get that smirk off your face this instant, and let's get out of h—hmph!" Adonis's lips landing on mine silenced every other word I had to say.He pulled away."I'll be back." And he was off.My fa