บททั้งหมดของ Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Elizabeth’s POV“Huh?” I asked.“You were talking about Corinth,” he continued. “Who is that?”I know this because, breathing heavy now, I turned to Adam at the door with his arms crossed. He had his gaze on me. And suddenly the room shrank and the air grew thin.“Who?” I said, feigning ignorance.He raised an eyebrow, before walking away from the door. “Are you kidding me?”I laughed, realising he had seen through me. “I didn't say that.”His eyes darkened. “You did.”“No, I…” I started and then tried to come up with a lie.He walked towards me, slowly and he asked again. “I could hear you, when I was at the door. What are you hiding?”“Huh? Me?” I asked, pointing to myself.“Are you okay?” He asked, and I chuckled.“Yeah, I'm fine. It's probably a maid. I don't know,” I said. He was stupid, it was stupid, and it was a stupid thing to lie about.He crept near me, and my eyelashes fluttered.What is he doing?He leaned in, and I swallowed hard. “Did you just say maid?” He asked.I nod

Richard's POV:I was getting tired of the silence in this glass cage. I hated how quiet it was. I was doing the same thing on a daily basis and it was starting to show on my mental health.I lay on the rigid mattress, my eyes on the ceiling. Twelve cracks. Counting them over and over, was my only source of entertainment.Nobody made a sound while the door was opened with a click as someone walked in. I didn't move.The guard put the tray down on the table before leaving.“It's breakfast,” the young guard mumbled.Or maybe lunch. I stopped keeping track of the days.The guard paused for half a second and then turned his head.The door closed with a hiss.I waited, drawing three breaths. Then I sat up, my eyes flicking over to the tray.Underneath the plate of a simple meal of eggs, toast, and coffee.I saw the folded white paper with black markings on it.I peered with my fingers beneath it, and drew it out, unwrapping it gently. I took a glance and read.We are in.A slow smile curved

Elizabeth’s POVThe rain wet my dress, stuck to my skin like a second skin, but I hardly felt it.Not when Adam had me in this position.His fingers made a hard fist, without slack, real and possessive the way that made my heart hurt. He wrapped his arms around my body as if he were afraid I might vanish if he released me.I shoved my face into his chest, breathing in his usual odor filled with the rain, his sweat.I had hurt him.And yet there he was, without a beat shielding me from the cold.The storm outside was raging, but the minute we stepped into the mansion, it was as if the world didn’t exist outside. The bright hallway lights shone brightly against the wet floor caused by our drenched bodies; shadows rolled along the walls.Adam didn’t speak. He didn’t look at me. He simply shifted: his breath steady, his heart thumping against my ear.I should have said something.I’m sorry.I didn’t mean it.I don’t want to lose you.But I couldn’t. My throat was constricted, swollen by g

Lily’s POVThe instant Maggie uttered Josh’s name, I suspected that my night was about to take a nosedive.There was something about how she stood there, tall, confident, totally at ease like she belonged here more than I did. As if she had some sort of claim on Josh and I was just trespassing.I hated that.Josh swiveled his seat, his smile flickering just a little. “Maggie,” he said, his voice flat, but I could see the tension in his jaw.She marched over to our table, heels clicking on the polished floor with every step feeling like a scene out of a sitcom.She was impeccably well-dressed, with shiny brown hair that spilled down her shoulders, as if she had just stepped off the set of a commercial for luxury clothes.She wore perfect makeup and had gleaming self-assurance.And me? I was sitting there with a teddy bear the size of my torso, clutching my coffee as if it were a life raft.Maggie’s gaze slid over me, and her smirk widened. “Mind if I join you?”Yes. Very much, yes.Jos

Lily’s POVJosh and I chased Sandra, our footsteps pounding on the floor as she raced for the elevator like a woman on a mission.“Sandra, wait!” Josh shouted, but she just cackled, going for the elevator button.“Oh no, no, no,” she sang, in a sing-song voice, grinning maniacally. “The world…no, the universe deserves to hear this moment!”I could hardly catch my breath before I seized her arm. “Sandra, please,” I begged. “Josh and I are just in the process… of you know…getting to know each other. Please give us some time before you go making the broadcast?”Sandra paused, thoughtfully tapping her chin as if she were weighing my words. “Hmm,” she mused. “Fine. I suppose I can give you lovebirds a grace. But I need all the details when the time comes.” She wiggled her eyebrows artfully.Josh sighed in relief. “You’re too nice, Sandra.”Translation: “I know,” she added with a dramatic flip of her hair. Then, a sardonic smile on her lips, she spun on her heel and went inside her apartmen