Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dear Mafia Boss' Remorse: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Michael's POVThe woman stepped forward, completely unfazed by what I had just said. As always, Ava acted as if she was extraordinary and could do whatever she wanted.“Michael, you can’t do this. Remember, we have an agreement about our marriage,” she said.She placed her hands on the table, leveling her gaze with mine. “You know that the wedding has to happen soon—for the sake of our precious organization.”“I know.” My eyebrow arched. She talked too much.“You don’t need to remind me of something we’ve already discussed. If there’s anything else, you can talk to Diego about it.”The marriage between us would happen, but it wasn’t something I was in a rush to do. There were too many things to take care of—like overgrown shrubs that needed trimming. Even she, as his daughter, should understand that.Regardless, our marriage would serve as a solid foundation to strengthen the alliance between my mafia group and hers. And they were the ones who proposed it first.Sensing an advantage,

Lenka's POVI pulled my legs close together, fidgeting with my fingers as a restless feeling stirred within me.My gaze drifted to the sky, searching for something new to focus on. The clouds were thickening and darkening—it was getting cloudy. But I also knew that the day was growing late.I had seen the sun begin its descent from its peak, casting fleeting shadows over the small garden at Jonas’ house. For a moment, the place was dim, until the automatic garden lights flickered on.I looked around once more. There were no other houses nearby, just a vast empty yard overgrown with wild grass and untended weeds.The only exception was Jonas’ garden, a small, well-kept space with lush trees along parts of the fence.From time to time, a gardener would come to tend to the plants and trees whenever Jonas was too busy to do it himself. But aside from that, no one else ever came here.I felt a little lonely, but this was far better than the overwhelming presence of people I didn’t want to

Lenka's POVJonas looked shocked by what I had just told him, then pulled me into a hug."Congratulations, Lenka. You're going to be a mother."I froze at his words, confirming a truth I hadn't even had the chance to consider amidst the storm of dark thoughts clouding my mind.A smile slowly bloomed on my lips."You'll be an amazing mother." His words struck me motionless once again. "That child is yours. A child you will raise with your own hands."Tears welled up again as I listened to him.Yes. He was right. This child was mine—not Michael’s. I was this baby’s mother, the only blood relative they had.They would be the only family I had in my life. Someone who would truly love me.I pressed my lips together, remembering all the terrible thoughts I had allowed to fill my mind. How could I have ever thought of not wanting this child? How could I have considered discarding an innocent life, one that had done nothing wrong?My life had never been easy since meeting the man who was both

Ava's POVI slammed everything within my reach—whatever it was—against any surface available.My emotions were overflowing.Never in my life had I felt so humiliated, and the worst part? It was because of some nobody of a woman.And that man.“Damn it!”I didn’t care how many porcelain pieces shattered or how many cushions burst open, their stuffing spilling out after I crushed them too hard.I just kept cursing, screaming, and throwing anything that could help vent my raging emotions.Several servants stood frozen, watching me from a distance. They didn’t dare approach, yet they couldn’t simply walk away either. I glared at them sharply."What are you looking at, huh?" I stepped closer.My hand shot out, grabbing a handful of one maid’s long hair, and I slapped her across the face. She cried out, but I didn’t care.Her once flawless, glowing cheek turned red, then darkened into an ugly bruise.I kept going, striking her again and again until I was satisfied. Then I moved on to anothe

Lenka’s POV"Is there anything I can help you with?"Jonas walked toward me, observing me as I stared back at him.He raised an eyebrow, noticing my silence. "Is there something else you want?""No, nothing."I lowered my gaze slightly before looking at him again. "You look tired.""Not really. This has been my job my whole life."I gave him a small smile and nodded.After living with him for several years, I had come to understand him better.I knew what foods and drinks he liked or avoided. He enjoyed working out, and becoming a police officer had always been his dream.Every time he came home from work, he would tell me about his day—things he had done on the job—while I would share stories about my day with Felix.We often exchanged stories, and most of our conversations revolved around my son, who would soon be starting formal school.Jonas always helped me and provided whatever I wanted or needed. He was incredibly generous, never expecting anything in return, which made me feel