All Chapters of Trapped by my Ex’s Mafia Dad: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I moved before my head could catch up with whatever my heart was trying to feel. Ronin filled the doorway like he owned the frame the room bent around him, always had. I stepped forward on instinct, went to him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Honey,” I lied with a softness that slid off me like silk, “I couldn’t keep my curiosity. Suzie is not just an ordinary guest, I had to pay special greetings.”He laughed, a low, private sound that warmed the space between us for a beat. His hand came to my cheek and he plucked at it fondly, like a man admiring something fragile and valuable. “You always know how to make an entrance,” he murmured, then his eyes flicked to Suzie and something unreadable passed over his face.“It’s good news you two are getting along,” he said, casual as a toss of a coin. Then, as if he’d remembered a detail that mattered, he added, “By the way, babes, Suzie’s pregnant. I’d appreciate it if you could take her to the hospital. She needs a check-up.”Suzie’s

“Ouch.. sorry sorry.” I halted in the doorway of Ronin's room. I was making coffee for myself and thought I should ask him. This was the lie I was going to tell them as I found them together in the room. “No.. please come.” Ronin pulled himself back.Suzie was still in shock. He pulled his shirt back on his shoulder, and eased off the wrinkles.While suzie just stood with her gaze fixed on her feet. My poor mind just wanted to believe that she was actually embarrassed or guilty of openly flirting with my husband, when in fact, her womb was pregnant with another man’s child. “Suzie told me you have been a great help to her today.” Ronin now swung his arm around my shoulders, like the child who needs affection. “She seemed really down in the morning. I was more concerned about her child than her.” I moved my eyes in her direction. She stood like an innocent kid made to stand up in a classroom, while her face screams of the untruthful innocence.I cupped her cheeks gently. “Please, Su

The pastel softness of the boutique felt like a fever dream, a curated world of lace and lemon-yellow cotton. Every time my fingers brushed a tiny sleeve, I wasn't just touching fabric; I was touching the future I had meticulously planned.“Do you like it already?” Suzie’s voice drifted from behind me.I turned, the romper still clutched in my hand. It was cream-colored, soft as a cloud. “What do you think it will be? A boy or a girl?”“Umm… I don’t know,” she said, her hand instinctively resting on the curve of her stomach. The sight of it made a sharp, possessive thrill run through me. “I have been craving lots of sweets. So maybe a girl!”“Alright, then we’re taking this.” I handed the garment to the salesman with a definitive nod.Suzie’s smile was warm, glowing with that naive pregnancy radiance. She looked at me with such trust, such quiet admiration, and I played my part perfectly. I returned the smile, though mine was fueled by the secret knowledge that she was merely the vess

His wife and child were welcomed home like royalty. The town’s top decor management team had been hired; soft lights, white drapes, and fresh flowers transformed the house into something straight out of a magazine spread. A small celebration was arranged, intimate yet grand, and the media lingered nearby to capture every smile, every proud glance.“Madame, where should I put this?” the nurse asked, balancing the baby basket carefully in her arms. She had accompanied them to help with Suzie and the baby.“On my head,” I replied without missing a beat.She froze, eyes widening, clearly trying to decide whether I was joking or giving an actual instruction. I let the moment stretch for a second before turning away, a smile tugging at my lips.Across the room, Suzie and Ronin stood near the table where a small, adorable cake was set up with blue and white frosting, my son’s name delicately written on top. Ronin lifted his glass slightly and addressed everyone.“Everyone, we’re going to cu

The house was glowing with warmth when I returned, but to me, it felt like a tomb. The air was filled with the scent of expensive lilies and the sound of clinking champagne glasses. Only a few close friends had been invited, the "inner circle" that I used to lead.As I moved toward the bar to grab a drink I didn't want, I heard a group of women whispering near the grand staircase. I stopped behind a pillar, my breath catching."I honestly don't know why Bella is even here," one whispered, her voice dripping with fake pity. "It’s so awkward. She’s like a third wheel at her own husband's party.""Did you hear? He moved her to the guest room," another added with a muffled giggle. "She’s basically the glorified nanny at this point. I give it a month before Ronin realizes he doesn't need a reminder of his past hanging around the hallway.""It’s embarrassing," a third voice chimed in. "If I were her, I’d at least have the dignity to leave before he officially kicks her out."The words felt