All Chapters of The Ruthless Mafia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nosebleed—again .... Svanna did not understand which word she needed to underline. Wanted to take action a little, but it seemed that Nightroe was back in the initial suit even though the man had to limp, towering over Russol Sullivan. Her father-in-law was right. Thick red liquid seeped from Nightroe's nose, while the rough hand tried to stop the bleeding from there. Not a single word was revealed from Nightroe's mouth. The man's sapphire eyes only stared intently at Russol Sullivan and... at her in turn. Svanna swallowed harshly as Nightroe almost staggered into the room. Silence instantly fell between her and Russol Sullivan. There was no telling what Svanna could say. Her mind wondered if there was some other situation that made Nightroe have to painfully touch the man's head himself. "What happened to Nightroe?" In the end, Svanna could not hold back any longer. Deciding to ask the question directly, even though Russol Sullivan's reaction was not certai

Perhaps it was nothing but hatred wrapped around a kiss .... Svanna winced instinctively feeling Nightroe deliver a rough bite on her lower lip. Now she might find an answer. Just a punishment. Nightroe was punishing her for something that still hung between them. What did she expect from the hatred that still flared up? It was useless. There was nowhere to escape to. Svanna was even close to running out of air supply. She was a little grateful that Nightroe understood the situation she was in. However, it did not last long when the man returned to do the same. Crushing her, then pushing away the hand that she instinctively almost gave—almost touching her husband's face. The air from Svanna's lips parted in a gasp when Nightroe lifted her body. She couldn't deny, needing Nightroe's grip and broad shoulders was the only way to not make the situation between them feel chaotic. The alarm in Svanna reminded her that the man had taken steps to leave

"Ms, are you inside?" "The things given by Great Master Sullivan were left outside. I brought them for you." Svanna blinked repeatedly as Alina's voice from outside drew all her attention to the surface. Inevitably, it took her a while to comprehend the situation around her. Still in the same room and bed. She never realized she'd fallen asleep, and woke up in quite a mess; her hair was a mess, and her eyes were swollen with heat. "Ms?" Again. Alina's voice seemed to really urge Svanna to take action quickly. She gasped—realizing one forgotten action. Nightroe tore off the cloths attached to her body. She had not had time to do anything about it. "Wait a minute," she half shouted. Svanna immediately set foot on the floor surface of the room. She had to get dressed, at least. Walking hesitantly towards the closet, she took out anything; yeah, anything. Without seeing that it was Nightroe's oversized T-shirt. How Svanna's body almost sank. Not littl

"I'm already comfortable like this. There's no need to insist on anything fancy. It's just your fantasies that are high. Besides, whether my father-in-law will likes me or not is none of your business." Svanna ended her words with a faint smile at Amelia. She knew... well knew how the woman was having a crisis of distrust of her way of confrontation. Amelia had no right to interfere in anything related to the Sullivan family's privacy. It didn't matter if the woman was unusually eager for the prospect of being next to Nightroe. This was not the right course of action. Nightroe had a wife now. They might not want each other, but Svanna would never allow another woman's interference again, after enough Yohana shook their fragile edifice. Until whenever... anything involving this vulnerable relationship, would never be solid. Svanna just needed to be careful. At least keep her distance until Amelia understood that the woman shouldn't feel entitled to simply keep cornering

“Earlier, I noticed you weren’t wearing this dress when you walked in through the back yard?” Russol Sullivan continued, something that clearly made Svanna instinctively look down. She glanced at her appearance. It shouldn’t be too bad. Just a little leak, nothing major, just passing through the atmosphere between them, which was filled with a kind of brief calm. "There was a small incident outside, Papa. So, I had to change my clothes." Svanna smiled slightly, hoping that the previous incident would not leave too much suspicion. Amelia might face unexpected problems if Russol Sullivan found out who was behind the destruction of her appearance. It wasn't important to talk about. Svanna didn't want to get involved in bloodshed. She understood a little that this was the life she and her father were facing. Perhaps she would wait for Amelia to show good intentions; not to cause trouble and other relative prospects. Or more fairly, she would wait until her patience could no longer be