บททั้งหมดของ MY CASANOVA MAFIA: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Meanwhile, in one of the less busy parts of the city, Arnulfo Vegas walked into a high-end jewelry store. The door chime sounding as he entered called out his arrival softly. He scanned the room slowly to make sure that no one knew him stood out there. The restraint with which he stepped inside mixed with nervousness, and unlike in most errands, it was not a common one for Arnulfo; he had planned it very well.The jeweler was an elderly man with sharp vision and a fine air of quality. He nodded when he greeted him, "Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you today?Is it for birthday present?wedding anniversary?"He walked across to the glass cases. The rings, necklaces, and bracelets glistened like thousands of ice stars in their reflection. "I'm searching for an engagement ring, sir," he stated unflappably, yet there was something fearful in the timbre of his voice. "Something one-of-a-kind, unique. It has to make a statement." The jeweler’s eyes twinkled with understanding. “Ah, an eng

Val reached back against the porch swing so that the swing chains' slow sways could lull her into being calm. Around her, in a soft throw blanket, clung the dark of night- the stars even winking down in approval, for she remained silent and abstract in her considerations. She floated lazy circles round her stomach: her mind surfacing with things she had seen only in their future.Arnulfo had said earlier to her, "I have a surprise for you soon." The surprise left her restless and exhilarated at the same time. He could be plotting anything.The sound of the car that seemed to come along with the quiet hum was her familiar. And Arnulfo's car into the driveway drew her thoughts short. She leapt in her chest, quickened her pulse before she laughed and smoothed her hair. Calm down, Valentine. It probably is nothing unusual.But when Arnulfo got out of the car, she could see the faint glow of excitement in his eyes, even in the dim light of the porch. He carried a small, inconspicuous box i

Warm sunrays poured across the large windowpane of the home Valentine and Arnulfo shared and made golden glint the living area. There on the coffee table, baby names mixed with the color swatches of wedding magazines, venue choice booklets and prenatal vitamins strewn across one another.He sat on the couch and rolled up his sleeves, really inspecting the seating chart very intently. "I had no idea wedding planning could be similar to getting ready for D-day Valentine," he teased, laughing.Valentine smiled quietly from the floor, where she was flipping through some bridal magazines. Neat and efficient she was; her hair was tied back without undue fuss, and her cheeks were blessed with the unmistakable, dyed early-pregnancy hue of cravings. "Tell me about it my love. I swear, finding the right shade for flowers is going to be more difficult than anything I've ever done, Arnulfo."Arnulfo slumped forward, his elbows lying on his knees. "We could always elope you know," he teased, the g

Long-awaited day, finally the day of their union.A soft-golden sunrise was painted in the colors that prevailed as the wedding bells began to ring; this marked the start of love, battle-tested by trials, sacrifices, and the relentless twists of fate, for Valentine and Arnulfo were marrying this day.The chapel was adorned with cascading white roses and twinkling lights, casting a dreamlike glow over the ceremony. It was intimate yet grand, solemn yet overflowing with love. Only those who truly mattered were present—people who had stood by them through every storm, every triumph, every silent vow of devotion.Valentine always considered her family to be those at the orphanage-the care-takers that raised her, the children whom she had calmed to sleep with their sobs, and the gentle folks who had turned her into a woman. Today, they had come dressed up to the T, their smiles radiant with joy and pride.It caught his breath to see her as he stood before the altar: Arnulfo.Valentine was

She was standing afar, her sharp eyes scanning the sea of guests. In a silky black dress, she had drowned herself in the crowds. Her lips smiled at something practiced; her eyes burned with cold, pitiless intent."So this is the life you chose, Arnulfo?" she thought, clutching the stem of a champagne flute. "A life without me?"Around her, the men were positioned strategically in different places on the estate; some mingled with the guests, while others hid in the dimly lit outskirts. All of them waited for the signal. All of them prepared to act.She had waited long enough.Tonight, she would remind Arnulfo of whom he truly belonged to.Valentine leaned into Arnulfo, sighing happily inside the pavilion. What a stormy day it had been, and only now did she feel the heavy weight of their happiness settling in her heart.She closed her eyes, and a shiver tickled her spine.Something was off.Her fingers instinctively tightened over Arnulfo's hand. His gaze shifted to hers with quiet conc