All Chapters of Entwined With The Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Amelia’s POV“Did you guys have an argument about anything?” Tasha asked after a long pause“That’s the problem, I don’t remember us arguing about nothing. He just started acting strange lately” I answered, my hand on my temple as I try not to get a headache from the recent event between me and Kai.“Are you sure it isn’t because of your mom? I mean…. She literally told him to stay away from you and made it clear to him that she doesn’t like him” Tasha said“I don’t really know if that’s the reason because even when my mom told him not to see me again, he still texted and called me a lot, he’ll always make sure he makes time to come see me each day too. He started ghosting me after the night when I got drunk and he had to bring me home, I think I must’ve said something that suddenly made him distant” I said“Wait, the night you got drunk?” Tasha’s voice immediately sharpened with interest. “What exactly happened that night? Did you say something embarrassing? Or maybe something you do

Kai’s POVI sat in my office, staring at files spread across my desk, the weight of unanswered questions gnawing at me. Why did my father kill Vladimir? What was their relationship? Each clue I found led to more confusion. My phone buzzed. I grabbed it instantly, hoping it was a text from Amelia’s mom. Nothing. Just a useless notification. I needed her final decision, needed to know where this was all heading. A knock on the door pulled me from my spiralling thoughts. Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and my therapist walked in, clipboard in hand and an expression that promised yet another uncomfortable session. “Can I come in?” He asked with a bright smile as he stood by the door awaiting my approval“I mean, you’re already in, so you can as well come have a seat” I answered. I had invited him back again just few months after I fired him, but this time, I did it on my own free will, Natasha did not have to pester me about how my mental health has gotten worse over the p

Kai's POVThe dining table felt more like a prison. Anastacia sat beside me, her perfectly manicured hand resting too close for comfort on the table. Her perfume, an overpowering mix of vanilla and roses, made my stomach churn. I clenched my jaw, silently counting down the seconds until I could escape this nightmare.Across from me, the grand double doors opened, and my father, Don Alessandro, entered with his usual air of authority. His smile was deceptively warm as he took his seat at the head of the table.“Good evening,” he said, his tone laced with the expectation of respect.Anastacia returned his smile. “Good evening, Don Alessandro.”I barely acknowledged him, keeping my eyes on the untouched plate in front of me. Silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of cutlery against plates as we ate. The weight of my father’s presence pressed down on me, suffocating.Finally, he broke the silence. “So, Anastacia,” he began, his deep voice commanding attention, “when do you thin

3 years laterKai’s POVThe steam from the shower clung to the room as I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel loosely tied around my waist. Moscow’s skyline stretched beyond the window, glowing faintly in the cold night.I grabbed the hairdryer from the dresser, plugging it in with one hand while running the other through my wet hair. Just as I was about to start, a knock came at the door.I paused, glancing at the clock. It was late, too late for room service or staff. My jaw tightened as I set the dryer down and walked to the door.Opening it slightly, I saw a blonde woman standing there with a cleaning trolley. Her red lipstick stood out against her pale skin, and her blue eyes had a sharpness that didn’t match the cheerful uniform she wore.“Dobryy vecher,” she said with a polite smile.“Speak English,” I said curtly, already annoyed.Her smile faltered for half a second before she switched to English, her accent thick. “Do you need cleaning services?”I frowned. “This room was cl

Amelia 63Kai’s POV“You didn’t show up last night,” Nikolai said sharply, skipping any pleasantries. “you kept Rodrigo waiting”“I did show up,” I replied, running a hand through my hair. “I just… left early. Something came up.”“Something came up?” Nikolai echoed, his tone laced with skepticism. “Kai, you know how hard it is to get Rodrigo to meet with you. you should’ve at least told….”“I know Nikolai,” I cut him off, my voice firm. “Did you talk to him?”There was a pause on the other end before Nikolai sighed. “I did. Rodrigo agreed to meet with you again, but you better not screw this up or i wouldn’t be able to meet with you again.”“i can’t wait to get this over with” i said“And what if he doesn’t like your deal?” Nikolai asked cautiously.I nodded, my mind already playing out the worst-case scenario. “Then I’ll deal with him the other way. I’m hoping it doesn’t have to resort to that”“alright. I’ll keep you updated” Nikolai said before ending the callI tossed my phone ont