All Chapters of The Mafia's Frozen Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

People might say whatever they want about me, but I ignore them. Even the most hurtful words and phrases couldn't hurt me. I shut down my emotions and held back my feelings when my father died, and everyone turned against me.That event was an experience I would never forget. After my father's death, people made malicious accusations about his company. The authorities didn’t focus on investigating the murder case but on the Wyndham Finance issue.Colleagues, clients, and even shareholders cornered me just because of the rumors spreading. After I desperately managed to fix the situation, they turned around and acted kindly toward me. I didn’t forget that humiliating incident and avoided those two-faced people.However, that bad experience pales in comparison to Darcy’s accusation. Her words pierced my heart. I felt pain in my chest hearing her dismiss my love for her. She was the first woman to make me fall in love so deeply.“I know you’re shocked. You need time to process this inform

I returned Lionel's greeting and entered the house. He glanced toward the family room, indicating where my family was. Since I hadn't eaten, I headed to the dining room. The maids served the food for me, and I enjoyed it in silence.I sighed and exhaled repeatedly, trying to calm my emotions. The series of events had caused my mood to fluctuate drastically. Sinclair's lies, Cullen's car dashboard video, and finally, my late husband's confession.I pushed those thoughts aside. It wasn’t the time to dwell on my feelings. Dashiell and Keane were waiting for me to come home. I read the letter in the park to satisfy my curiosity. I could think about the issue after the children were asleep.“Mom!!” Dashiell called out. He ran over and hugged me. “Did you just have dinner? We heard you come in, but you didn’t come to see us.”I kissed his head. “Yes,” I replied. I forgot. They could hear the front door from the room. A baby’s cry interrupted us. “Yes, Keane. Mommy’s coming.”“Why does my br

Conrad chose his headquarters as our meeting place. His entire team was there, enjoying the food, drinks, and entertainment he had prepared for them. He suggested holding the event at the SW nightclub, but I refused.Giovanni had his ways and systems. He didn't copy my style of doing business. The place was too dark for us. Darcy would be angry if she knew I went there because the club had strippers.I was against such performances in front of a crowd, but I allowed dancers who wanted to give exclusive performances in a closed room. Even though officials protected the business, those corrupt people would not protect me if I got into legal trouble.“Guys, attention please. The man we've been waiting for has arrived,” Conrad called out.The place abruptly fell silent. People stopped talking, and the DJ paused the music. Those playing pool or darts halted their games. Everyone turned their gaze toward Conrad and me.“You did a good job. I appreciate it. People who committed the crime hav

I forced Scott to tell me the truth that weekend. It turned out that enemies had tried to break into the house a few nights earlier. They dealt with the problem quickly, and I didn't wake up at all.Sinclair didn't ask me about it that night. I knew my bodyguard had reported everything to him. My husband probably didn't want to discuss the attack. I chose to remain silent. He protected me by keeping the attack a secret.We visited his family's graves on Sunday. The place was beautiful. Although the headstones were simple, flowers adorned all three graves. Sinclair must have assigned someone to do that.Dashiell told us a lot about his grandfather, grandmother, and uncle. His knowledge was quite detailed. He knew their birthdays, when they died, and their habits. Sinclair and the servants must have told him all that.Sinclair took us to Cullen’s grave. We walked there. Seeing the headstone, I didn’t feel disappointed or angry. His actions broke my heart, but I tried to understand. Desp

[Darcy]My body trembled as I watched the three cars pull out of the driveway. Neil followed them, which calmed me a little. My head was spinning with shock, but I knew someone could help us.I took my phone out of my bag and called someone. The man answered after the first ring. “Mason,” I said nervously.“I know. I’m heading to the police station. Sinclair will be released soon,” he said, reassuring me.“Thank you,” I said, relieved.I took a deep breath to calm myself. Dashiell and Keane were in the bedroom. I went to find them and took my sons to breakfast in the dining room. I lied to Dashiell about his father. I told him Sinclair had to go to the office because of work.I followed my husband’s instructions and went to the office. I read the news to find out what had happened. The media reported that the new mayor had discovered evidence of corruption committed by Wallace during his four years in office.Strangely, they only implicated Sinclair as his accomplice and mentioned no