Semua Bab HIS: The Mafia King's Property: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Marco’s POV ‘Wanna know what's worse than betrayal?... Hating your fucking child like she were a bastard.’The sheet of paper that revealed a secret hidden for three years, remained in my hands, mocking me. The harder I stared down, the more angry and pained I got. My hands subconsciously clasped the paper, willing to squeeze it in rage, but I stopped halfway. It would be a shame to end it that way.“I'll go attend to other things, Mr. Conti.” Dr. Schwartz knew it was time to leave. “Call me if you need anything.” I reclined in his seat, devastated, broken. Thick beads of sweat broke out of my pores. I was going wild. My lungs were void of air… I threw my head backward, leaning over the headrest. Tears burned my cheeks and helplessly rolled down. Nothing was left of me. Not a woman who ‘genuinely’ loved me or a child she'd want me to have. No matter how I tried to blink back the tears, it got worse. I pushed forward and kept a straight face. It was hard enough knowing the truth

Marco’s POV “One good advice, Elara… Don't try to escape with my child, for your own good.” I walked out of the kitchen, leaving her to choke on her sob. The era of being manipulated by her fake tears was over. Violet still lay on the couch, curled like a newborn. Birdie was wide awake and seated beside her head. I shushed the cat from laying a paw on her hair and bent over to carry my baby girl. I scooped her up and lay her on my shoulder. Quite disturbed, she sighed and murmured against a spot on my neck. Her melodious coo made me laugh… and cry. With her clinging to me, I walked upstairs to my room instead of using the elevator. I needed to spend an extra second with her, doing the tiniest daddy duties. Birdie purred behind but I shut the door against her. My room was neatly arranged, but not the most soothing for a child. I took every contraband off sight with my free hand. Sure that it was safe for an innocent child, I sat in bed with her nestled in my arms. The tip of my

Elara’s POV Like a whore, I remained on my knees, naked and messy, while the man whom my heartbeat for the first time walked away. I watched Marco leave till all that was left of him was his shadow and the clicking sound of his shoes. When the traces of him vanished, I collapsed in a useless heap, hating myself beyond redemption. ‘I fucking hate myself!’ Just four words of revelation could have saved us but I ruined it. Four damn words!My eyes started to hurt all over. I feel my body jerk like it would give up on me. The gripping cold of the night was beginning to have an effect on me as goosebumps pricked my skin. Both hands lowered on the ground, with knees prepped up like a dog. Helpless and shameless, I crawled down the silent hallway and down to our room. My secret had reduced me to nothing but a whore. The sight of Violet peacefully sleeping beneath the sheets brought fresh tears to my ears. I clasped my mouth with my palms and cried, so loud that I could feel my body tr

Elara’s POVOne more problem to solve… a small ticking bomb.The image of Elara running off haunted me. I wondered what she was up to. Here I was, giving our child all my attention, and she was probably crying herself to death. Knowing Elara was knowing she was an impatient and jealous ladybug. “Honey,” I whispered in Violet’s ear. “Papa needs to attend to something real quick.” I pulled out my black card and handed it to her. “In the meantime, you can get anything you want… Even the world.”Her cheeks swelled in a big smile. “Really?”“Hmm-hmm.” I shrugged and set her down. “Where do I order from?” Wow! Her strange questions put me off balance. Wow…“Uh…” I faked a smile. There was no way I would leave my phone with her. Aside from taking important calls, it had things a teenager should never see. “Doesn't it work?” “Of course, honey.” I sucked in cool fine. “Fine… Uhm, I'll leave my phone with you, but if I get a call, bring it to Papa. Okay?” “Okay!” She nodded in bliss. I

Marco’s POV “Oh, my fucking god!”Our little girl was a few seconds away from barging in, while Elara and I were naked and sweaty, far away from the bed to get us buried beneath the layers of sheets. I tried to get up and bolt for the door, just as Elara was struggling. Our weight leaned a bit too much on the backrest of the couch, causing us to tumble over. “Fuck. Fuck.”We landed with a loud thud, our slippery body slid along the clean tile. “Are you hurt?” I reached for Elara. The only thing that covered our nakedness from the world was the capsized couch. “Yes,” she sighed. “You need to stop swearing your lungs out. You're a father now.”I rolled my eyes, my mind was in a chaotic state to respond. I covered her body with mine and counted to five for the door to burst open. A soft knock sounded on the door. I stopped, confused. Did she just knock?‘Is my mind pulling a fast one on me?’ “Papa, it's me, Violet.” Her tiny voice beckoned, followed by another knock. What. The.