All Chapters of The Mafia's Frozen Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I left the secret corridor for the master room. The scene before me was one that I had witnessed many times and had ingrained in my head well. The chamber was empty. There was no one else but the house owner, who was lying stiffly on the bed.I approached the edge of the bed with my heart pounding and my body trembling. I whispered incessantly, hoping I would find a different state. However, God wasn't on my side. The scene was still the same.The handsome man widened his eyes and opened his mouth. The culprit surprised him but didn't torture him before killing him. However, that one fact didn't ease my anger. Hayward Wyndham was a good man, undeserving of such a horrible death.I closed his eyes and shut his mouth. Dad looked more peaceful with that expression. My eyes heated up. My lips trembled, holding back tears. Lionel held my hand, pulling me to save myself. However, I resisted. I wanted to be with my father for longer.I pulled back the blanket to sleep beside him, but seeing

The woman dragged a suitcase and carried a bag. She glared at me as if she wanted to kill me with her eyes. I felt like I was seeing my reflection of when I was angry at my sister for introducing her future husband years ago.I knew Sinclair was no innocent man. He must have slept with or had brief romances with his colleagues or employees. I saw how the other dancers looked expectantly at the mysterious man. Yet I didn't expect Felicia to be one of them.Jealousy could make people act recklessly and even break the law. I could relate to that. I understood why Felicia went to such lengths against me. I had no idea if Sinclair would report her actions to the police. He didn't say anything about that."Sinclair and I have no romantic relationship. Too bad. You let your emotions get the better of you,“ I said, seeing that she wouldn't move and was blocking my way.”Even a blind man knows he's attracted to you because of your face. Too bad. Your face can recover. I failed, but not next ti

I didn't let anyone dictate to me. My parents knew my nature and never tried to persuade or force me to do their will. What did a fired employee like him know about my father's killer?“Joaquin wasn't just the mastermind of your father's murder. He was also the one who threatened your mother's best friend. The woman who should have comforted your mother after losing her youngest son called her a failed mother. Paige Wyndham didn't die of deep sorrow, Sin,” Wesley added.I took out my gun, fired at the three security cameras in the hall, and aimed one bullet just above Wesley's head. Since I was using a silencer, there was no sound of gunfire, only the shattering of the cameras and the impact of the bullet on the wall.The large room was suddenly silent after the sound of camera fragments falling to the floor ended. Everyone held their breath. Their eyes fixed on Wesley before slowly turning to me. Their faces were deathly pale, including Joaquin's.“Aargh!” the woman at Wesley's side s

After storing my stuff in my locker, Lydia took me to the training room upstairs. I didn't know there was another practice room other than the one on the same floor as Sinclair's office. Remembering him, I realized that he didn't stay overnight.That was strange. Sinclair didn't miss a single night of sleeping at my place after we slept together. Did my facial state disgust him? I didn't care what he thought of my appearance, but I needed the money to pay off my debts.Dancing on weekends wouldn't do much to increase my income. The club's birthday had passed. Patrons wouldn't be as generous on a festive day when tipping me. Besides, they'd get tired of me if there were new dancers.“What's her name?” I asked.“Kirsten Green,” Lydia replied.I performed alone in my first four performances but was confident I could dance with other dancers. I was more experienced in group dancing than solo. I didn't mind sharing tips, especially since I only had thirty million dollars left.Raising twen

“You'd better eat before we sign the contract. Mason and I had breakfast.” Sinclair glanced at the plate of food before me.“I'll eat in the car,” I refused.“Now,” he ordered.I sighed. Arguing with Sinclair was a waste of time. I quickly finished my breakfast. He or the waiter put a full breakfast menu on my plate, but I ate it in less than ten minutes.“Can we start now?” I asked after my mouth was empty.Mason placed a folder in front of me and Sinclair. “Please read the agreement carefully. I've revised it according to the results of your discussion,” he said.“We didn't discuss anything last night,” I complained.“I have included your conditions. Sin will protect your parents while in prison,” he reported.I was stunned. “Where are the conditions?” I asked.The contents of the agreement letter were the same as what I had read last night. So, I skimmed it, and nothing had changed. Only one part of Sinclair's obligations added up. He would protect my parents.I couldn't be with Ke