Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Dear Mafia Boss' Remorse: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Lenka's POVAfter taking a few days off—something Jonas had insisted I do—I finally returned to work.I owned my own coffee shop, equipped with a range of specialized coffee-making tools and a display case showcasing an assortment of handmade cakes, pastries, and donuts.I also provided various types of coffee for my customers, setting aside a special area where they could take in the aroma of unprocessed coffee beans before making their choice.It was a busy morning.I had already prepared and organized everything necessary before opening my coffee shop.Wearing an apron, I tied my hair up high and tight to keep it out of the way while working. I also wore gloves and a special face covering to complete my work attire.The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the lingering aromas of the desserts I had carefully arranged in their respective places.I had arrived early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, to set everything up by myself.Two other

Lenka's POV"Thank you for always providing the best quality coffee supplies, James."I looked at the man, who was older than me—not much different from Jonas, but with a far more cheerful and relaxed demeanor.He responded immediately, "Of course! I’m dedicated to providing the best for every shop that works with me, including yours, Lenka."I nodded with a smile, agreeing with his words.James was one of the best coffee bean suppliers in Illesas City.I had personally conducted a survey, visiting every plantation and the distributors connected to them. But not all of them met my expectations.It took me several days before I found him and quickly established a partnership. I liked the coffee beans he cultivated himself, while he was interested in my proposal.I checked the coffee packages he had delivered, which would last me a week. Even by slightly opening one of the packages, I could already catch the distinctive aroma of his coffee.The scent made me feel at ease, instantly imag

Michael's POVBeing in this city makes me feel empty.I carry out my work as usual. Nothing less, nothing more. I simply work, doing nothing beyond that.My subordinates handle everything well, leaving me with no need to interfere.That’s how it should be—because if it were any different, I wouldn’t be rewarding them accordingly. Instead, I would eliminate them without hesitation."It's done, sir." Diego's voice pulls me back to reality.I take a drag from my cigarette, inhaling the aromatic smoke as it travels through my lungs before exhaling it in a slow release.It’s the only trivial thing I indulge in between my work—smoking.Something I never particularly liked before, but over the years, in the silence, it became a habit.Not anything special, but the sensation is interesting enough to fill the void."Okay."I stand, causing my right-hand man to look momentarily confused."Where are you going, sir?" He moves instinctively, handing me my jacket, which I slip on without delay."Ju

Michael's POVI looked at the file in my hands. It contained all the gathered data about the man who was with Lenka yesterday.He was a former police officer, from the same division as that woman’s father. A few years older than Lenka and seemingly the complete opposite of me.I could see the same impression in him as in her father—someone troublesome.I was certain he knew her father as well.They had only worked together for a short time—just four years—but their record of arrests and crime prevention was quite remarkable.I saw the names of several mafia businesses that had disappeared and a list of unimportant members they had managed to capture.Neither of them had ever received any official recognition from their institution, but during their time on duty, even the lowest-ranked mafia members were cautious.Diego’s personal notes even mentioned that some of our members had almost been caught by them—but failed.The troublemakers responsible for that incident were swiftly taken c

Lenka's POVThese past few days, I’ve felt like someone has been watching me—especially at the coffee shop. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but the sensation is unmistakably clear.Whenever I try to look around, all I see are my customers busy with their own activities, my staff preparing coffee, and a few people passing by outside the café.Nothing else.A discomfort settles deep in my chest.As if that weren’t enough, I’ve also been having dreams lately—dreams of a past I never wanted to remember. They leave me waking up feeling empty, lost in thought.When that happens, I just sit in bed, leaning against the headboard with my arms wrapped around my folded legs, refusing to go back to sleep even though the sun has yet to rise.Those dreams drag me back to memories of loving the wrong man, of enduring the mistreatment that followed—things I never wanted to relive, let alone in my sleep.I exhale slowly, closing my eyes for a moment.Then I shake my head, snapping myself out of i