All Chapters of Married Off To The Merciless Mafia King : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Moving the car out of the parking space, I wiped my eyes and tried to fish out any light at the end of any helpful tunnel. There was none. The only option available was to keep my secret for as long as possible until I could flee the country.Maybe under the guise of visiting Matteo in Europe.Matteo wouldn’t spill a secret unless Papa threatened him himself.I gripped the wheel until my knuckles turned white. My thoughts were a swirling mess, and a strange sense of foreboding worsened the anxiety that I wouldn’t make it to Europe before Papa found out.I barely noticed the familiar streets blurring past me as I drove home.Then, out of nowhere, a convoy of cars sped past me, cutting me off. Tires screeched, and my car came to an abrupt halt as they boxed me in. My heart dropped into my stomach, and sudden anger at everything quickened my pulse.The last time an ambush like this happened, it was a frigging Yezhov who planned it. Ivan, to be precise.As I kicked my legs out of the car,

At the same time, Maxim tossed his gun to one of the new recruits outside the ring, and Vasili seized the chance to deliver a clean right hook to his jaw, which sent him sprawling. The walls echoed with the sound of knuckles connecting with flesh, and a splash of red flowed from Maxim’s nose and mouth.“That was fucking dirty,” Tikhon commented beside me and blew out smoky clouds from his mouth. I agreed. But Vasili preferred playing dirty. It’d always been his style.“She’s a fucking slut like the rest of them, bastard,” Vasili barked, dealing another blow to Maxim’s right rib without giving him a chance to recover. Then, he dealt another and another, smashing the same side until we thought Maxim’s rib cage was going to cave in.With a frown, I faced Tikhon. “This shit is about a woman?”He didn’t look at me, but his lips curved with the smallest smile. “This shit is about Vasili fucking Maxim’s sister.”“Shit.”We both laughed. If that was the case, Maxim wouldn’t stay down for very

I glared because the rest of my words dried on my tongue. He was right, and I remembered why I was here in his house, lying on his bed in the first place.When I looked again, it felt like years since the last time I saw him, although he looked the same. Maybe even more handsome than before. Now, in the light, I saw him more clearly. Tonight, he wore a simple pale grey shirt that clung to the ridges of his torso and black slacks that I considered sexy. His hair wasn’t gelled back like I expected it to be. It was more tousled, like he’d forked his fingers through it multiple times. Like he was stressed.There were worry lines between his brows, small eye bags underneath those beautiful dark irises of his, and a constant frown on his lips. Somehow, this familiar image of him calmed my racing heart...and kickstarted the waterworks all over again.He’d gotten a doctor to take care of me, had one of his maids prepare dinner for me, and ordered one of his men to wash my car because I’d driv

Leonora“Hi, again.”Like a tree rooted in the soil, I stayed put. I was too stunned to speak, too angry to move. Papa was just seated there. With more gray hair scattered on his head and littered among the scruff on his jaw, he appeared frailer than he was at the last minute. His body slouched on the wheelchair, and the glow in his eyes was dull and tired. But he was smiling. Smiling because of whatever he’d discussed with this so-called visitor in the room.“You.” I finally found my voice, but it lacked the strength I needed to confront him. “What are you doing here? Papa, why is he here?”“Sit down,principessa.”“But Papa—”“Fucking sit down, Leonora. Goddamn it.” Papa dragged his hand down his eyes, and I obeyed, but only because he started coughing again.I looked between Luca and Papa. This was a dream. This wasn’t happening. And if Papa thought I was just going to sit down without saying a word in the same room with the man who had the nerve to punch me in the face, he had anot

RafayelI gripped the steering wheel tighter as I spotted her car ahead.I’d always known you couldn’t trust a woman. But we didn’t listen to our heads, right? Sometimes, we’d see the burning orange and yellow flames and still dive right in.Tikhon wanted to tag along, but I shut down his request. This was my shit to handle. Mine and mine alone. If anyone had to deal with her, it was me. And despite the pressure sitting on my chest like a boulder, I was going to snap her fucking neck with pleasure.Did she honestly think she could slip away from me? Didn’t matter what she thought at this point; I wasn’t letting her out of my goddamn sight.The taillights of her Audi glinted under the streetlights as she weaved through minimal traffic. I kept my foot on the accelerator to match her pace, maintaining enough distance not to catch her attention immediately.I had blood roaring in my ears and intoxicating adrenaline rushing in my blood, like a juvenile on fucking meth. I couldn’t tell what