All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess Returns: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I was ready to face Richard by morning. The blame for ruining our quiet time and maybe thank him for the nice presents he got Gio and I. The alarm clock by the bedside side buzzed and chimed in my ears. My eyes shut, nose sniffing in the morning air, I reached out my hand to it and turned it off. The comforter covered up to my neck kissing my bare skin as I laid on my back in my kings’ size bed. The soft pillows felt lush against my skin and with every sink my head gave to it, it sent back a roar of comfort. The very quiet life I have longed to live. Low and unbothered but I guess all that would be a mere wish or a charade now that Dominico had found my house. I should have known better than keeping the house all the while I was away. I grabbed the phone from the side, and a couple of messages popped up on the screen from contacts I have and from other internet servers. A slow gasp escaped my lips as I cleared off all the call logs and swiped the messages to archive. The main reason

Trying to speak with Richard seemed like mission impossible so this night got ready for anything. I had my black dress on, my face glowing from the oil I had applied on it after my skin care routine. It was 8pm, a time I am sure he wouldn't let me stand out for too long. Looking at my reflection in the mirror standing by the side of my room I knew I had to take the bull by the horn this time. I applied some deodorant and a soft night perfume over my skin. When I was sure everything seemed as nice as my plan, I drummed on my fingers gently on the table and walked out. Gio was asleep or probably with his game pad. I slowly slid out of my room making sure he didn't realize I was going out. My Mission wouldn't take longer than five to ten minutes. The yard was safe too so I could risk leaving him all by himself in the house with the doors locked and the security alarm and cameras connected to my phone.As I stepped out of the building the fresh cool evening air hit my skin. A chilly smo

I was in the office sorting out some important files when I heard my phone buzzing heavily on the desk. I turned to face it, a glance since I had to meet up at the meetings for the day. A strange number. What could this call be? I asked as I pushed the phone closer to me. Suddenly the call went off and came back again almost as sharp as it had ended.I grabbed the phone and swiped the answer button sharply. “Hello”. I answered as I pressed the phone to my ears. It wasn't long before the soft feminine voice came. “Hello this is Nurse Selene and I'm calling from Landmark hospital. There's a man named Richard here, unconscious. I can see from his phone that you're the last person he spoke with before leaving his home this morning”. Her voice was clear and every word she said sank deep into my head.“Wait. Richard is in the hospital? What happened to him?” I asked sharply as panic began to build up.“Your attention is needed at the hospital ma'am. Everything will be explained when you g

When Richard fully regained his strength after four days I thought it was time to get more answers. A little investigation into his life wouldn’t be a thing after all. I left for work and returned at exactly 2pm to look after him. As he sat in his undersized hospital robe.“Thank you Giuliana for looking out for me. I promise you I will protect you and Gio from that monster”“Dominico is not a monster”. I corrected sharply. I still somehow have a thing for the man that I gave birth to, but Dominico is just stubborn and I think he has deliberately refused to change his ways, which is something I despised. He looked at me with surprise in his eyes and then went on to apologize.“I’m sorry Gui, I shouldn’t have called him that”. He said, lacing his fingers together.“I get, but I have a few questions while I was trying to find a family member to call I saw some strange messages in your phone, I guess they are Spanish and I wonder why someone would send you a message in a language you do

My mission here was done. I grabbed my bags and headed for Sicily the next morning. There was a lot to handle back at the city. There was my mother, there was my brother and there was Belinda my worst night mare and did I mention her rude uncultured son. That’s even the case, what bothers me most is how she tried to shove that damn child on me when clearly she knows I’ve got nothing to do with him. ****The plane’s wheels screeched as it touched down on the runway at the Palermo international Airport in Sicily. I got off board with calculated precision as I walked off the aircraft cabin. My black suit adorned with subtle black threads seemed to absurd the fading evening sunlight. On my face were my favorite Cartier sun shades that exhumes luxury.My black well refined shoes made from fine black leather gleamed in the Mediterranean sun as I descended the steps of the aircraft into the open runway. The roar and gentle rumble of the engine slowly disappeared into thin air as I took eac