บททั้งหมดของ Becoming the Forbidden Possession of the Mafia Boss: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Adrian’s POVThe sterile hospital corridors felt endless as I walked beside the doctor, his voice a distant hum explaining procedures I barely registered. “The surrogate has been thoroughly screened,” Dr. Martinez was saying, gesturing toward a woman in her thirties sitting in the consultation room. She had kind eyes and a gentle smile that made this whole arrangement feel slightly less clinical. “All her tests came back perfect. We already have Ms. Isabelle’s egg prepared and viable.”“We just need your sample, Mr. Adrian, and we can proceed with the insertion today.”The doctor handed me a small container and a folder of instructions, and then gestured to a nurse to guard me to a room. The private collection room was exactly what I’d expected. It was small, dimly lit, with a single chair and a small table. The nurse who led me there was middle-aged and matter-of-fact, switching on a laptop before heading for the door.“Take your time,” she said gently. “Press the call button when

Adrian’s PovI could hear their voices from across the hallway immediately as I stepped out of the doctor's office. I wondered what they were arguing about?Nikolai wasn’t one who’d exchange words with someone. When I saw them, their gazes were intense.I didn’t hear clearly what the argument was about. They stood so close and glaring at each other. When I called out Nikolai, he instantly turned and his lips parted. My mother looked as though she was about to collapse, it made me wonder if their secret working together suddenly wasn’t going as expected, but it didn’t make sense.Nikolai would never argue cause of that. What could it be? I asked but both were silent. I couldn’t read between the lines. I’ve never felt so much rage rushing in my veins all at ones. Before I could utter another word, Nikolai strode towards me, and grabbed my hands so tight that I moaned in pain. He looked at me for a minute and then released his grip, just a little. Nikolai’s grip on my hand was sti

Nikolai’s PovAdrian didn’t say a word the entire ride home. He sat beside me, looking out the window as though the city lights outside had more answers than I ever could. I wanted him to say something, anything. Maybe that he didn’t regret holding my hand earlier, maybe that he didn’t want me out of his life. But silence was all he gave me, and I hated how much it hurt.I clenched my jaw and kept my eyes on the road ahead, though Diego was the one driving. The air in the car was thick, pressing down on me. I hated silence, but right now, I hated the idea of breaking it even more. If I spoke, I might say the wrong thing. And with Adrian, the wrong word could be enough to push him further away.Bitterness swirled in me. Did I even have the right to feel this jealous? He wasn’t mine. He had never been mine. He was married to Isabelle, my niece. Even if their marriage was hollow, even if Isabelle was a lesbian and Adrian was gay, that truth didn’t erase the reality-they were bound by con

Nikolai’s POVI was halfway down the stairs when I heard the voices coming from the kitchen. Adrian’s voice, tight with anger, cut through the hollow night. Then Stacy’s voice, pleading, desperate. The words were muffled, but the emotion behind them was crystal clear.I stopped, my hand gripping the polished banister. I shouldn’t listen. This was between Adrian and his mother, a conversation years in the making. But something in Adrian’s tone made me pause, made my chest tighten with worry.“You ceased being my mother the moment you ran off and left me alone…”The raw pain in Adrian’s voice, the years of abandonment and betrayal packed into every syllable. I’d known about Stacy faking her death, about the way she’d abandoned Adrian when he needed her most. But hearing the aftermath of that betrayal, the way it had carved itself into Adrian’s soul, made my hands clench into fists.“You should have just remained dead.”The silence that followed was deafening. Even from my position on t

Adrian’s POVStanding in that bathroom, pressed against the cold wall, I listened to every word Isabelle said. Her voice carried through the air each sentence cutting deeper into the fragile peace Nikolai and I had built.“I think Adrian is seeing someone.”The words echoed in my head as I tried to process how she could have figured it out. I have been so careful. But somehow, Isabelle had sensed it.Part of me felt guilty for not being honest with her from the beginning. When she’d confessed she was a lesbian before our wedding, I should have told her I was gay too. We could have understood each other, could have built our arrangement on complete honesty instead of half-truths and careful omissions.But now, listening to the confusion and hurt in her voice, I realized my silence had created something worse than deception. It had created doubt.I pressed my ear closer to the door, straining to hear Nikolai’s response. His voice was carefully controlled, giving nothing away, but I cou