All Chapters of Engage To The Wrong Mafia Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lily’s POVJosh walked me home to my apartment building, his body a solid and constant warmth against the mild cold night air.The subway ride had reddened his skin, leaving him broader than usual, and when his fingers brushed against mine, the warmth stayed long past when we parted at my door.I looked at him, my heart still pounding from all that had happened. “I really do enjoy tonight,” I said quietly.His lips turned up into the smallest semblance of a smile, but his stare remained intense, absorbing every inch of me. The way his eyes went across my face sent a slow shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cold.“Sleep well, Lily,” he said, his low voice almost hypnotic.There was something in the way he said my name that made warmth coil in my stomach.I hesitated one second too long, and he only watched me, patient, unwavering. Then, eventually, I stepped inside. “Goodnight, Josh.”“Goodnight.” But he didn’t move.I shut the door, resting my forehead against it for a m

Adam's POV“I…” Her voice wavered.Nico frowned. “Raphael sent you to get it. What took you so long?”Corinth didn’t speak.Her fingers shook around the tray, her gaze darting from me to Nico, and back again.She hadn’t meant to poison Elizabeth. She had brought the coffee to the wrong person.“But he said it was for the madam,” Corinth replied.“That idiot! One hit coffee for me, then send someone to go and fetch some warm water for madam,” Nico grumbled, then his sight landed on Maximus and he bowed.He coughed, then spoke. “Ehem, um, I am so sorry. I didn't…”Adam didn't even try, and simply made a hand gesture at him, dismissing his presence. Nico smiled and took Corinth’s hand leading her out.Once Nico took Corinth away, I stayed frozen, watching their figures shrink with narrowed eyes.I felt it in my guts that Corinth was bad news.She had shivered like a leaf in a raging wind. Her fingers had clung to the tray as if it were the last rope between her and the grave. And most of

Corinth’s POVThe voices outside the restroom cubicle became louder.“She’s in here.”I scrunched my hand over my mouth, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs. I leaned my back against the cold wall, listening to the footsteps approach.“Corinth,” called one of the maids, sharply, and taunting. “Come out now or we’re coming in.”I dug my fingers into my own skin, struggling to keep my breathing even. If I said nothing, maybe they’d go away. Maybe they’d get bored.But I wasn’t that lucky.Kicking the cubicle door, one of them made a loud bang. I jumped.“You deaf, whore?” another one hissed. “Open the damn door.”I hesitated. And if I took too long, they’d barge in. They had no boundaries.“Last warning.”I squeezed my eyes shut one moment, released a breath, then felt for the lock. As soon as I slid it open, the door flew inward, almost smacking me in the face. Before I even had a chance to react, a fist grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me forward.A shrill scream tore out of

Corinth's POVAfter a long pause, Adam finally sighed. He glanced over at Nico and Raphael and gave a small nod.“Take her to the infirmary.”Without another word, Raphael put a steadying hand on my back and guided me out.*******We had just stepped inside when the cool, sterile smell of disinfectant seeped into my nose. The room was silent, the air-conditioner purring softly.I sat down on the patient’s bed and Raphael stood by the door, arms crossed.But then, Nico stepped forward.His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides. He looked so serious doing it.Then he turned to Raphael.“I got it from here.”Raphael didn’t budge at first. He narrowed his eyes slightly.I could almost hear the silent judgment in his eyes.But after the longest moment, Raphael released a slow breath.He shook his head, muttered some words under his breath and turned and left.The door clicked closed behind him.And then, there was silence.I looked at Nico, who suddenly looked nervous.He cleared his th

Adam's POVI first noticed it in the little things — pauses, misplaced objects, an extra beat spent staring into space. Elizabeth had always been sharp, from her calculated endeavors to her scalpel-sharp mind. But recently, there was something different.She would reach for her food but then stop, narrowing her eyes as though she were aware that something just wasn’t right. Then she’d shake her head and make herself eat, though her appetite was sporadic. On some nights, she would eat an entire meal in minutes. On other nights, she hardly ate at all.And then came the confusion.She would forget things, the little things at first. Where she had left her phone. If she had answered a message〕. Then it escalated. Whole conversations fell from her mind. She repeated the same questions, even within minutes of one another.Initially, I told myself it was just stress. Pregnancy was complicated on the body, and Elizabeth had enough on her plate. However, I was not someone who disregarded my gu