Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia King's Regret: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

LaylaThe morning of our wedding—our second wedding, that is—dawned crisp and clear. Warm but not hot. Sunny, but not too bright. Dry for a New York day.Perfect. It was the perfect day for a wedding.Late summer sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows over the lawns and gardens

The sun cast a golden glow over the Marcello estate as I stepped out onto the balcony. The cool morning breeze tangled a wayward strand of hair across my forehead while the morning light kissed my cheeks in warmth. Like a queen surveilling her lands, I gazed down on the sprawling grounds and gardens

For as long as I could remember, the training arena of the Marcello estate had been my place of comfort. A place more home than home itself. Maybe it was the lingering scents of sweat and leather, softening the crisp fall air into almost summer comfort.Maybe it was that, surrounded by an arsenal of

I stepped into the hospital lobby. The bright light and harsh scents of antiseptic stung my senses, and yet, it was like coming home. It’d been months since I’d been here, walked these halls, visited patients. Saved lives.Everything was the same—the fluorescent lights, the human smells lurking bene

The soft hum of voices and the darkly sweet scent of coffee blended into a comforting warmth as I stepped into the coffee shop. It was late in the afternoon, but the place was still purring with activity—college-aged folks set up with laptops, small groups of friends, a bookworm here and there.It w