All Chapters of The Mafia Boss Pretend Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

ROBERT’S POV The sound of pen on paper unnerved and irritated me at the same time. I sat in a dimly lit office with dark furniture that gave the otherwise extravagant space a gloomy feel. My eyes fixed on the man opposite me, his fingers around a pen as he concentrated on his task of writing on paper. It was eerily quiet and calm, the silence rivaling my beating heart. “I’m sure you didn’t call me here to watch you write, father,” I finally said, narrowing my eyes at him. We sat in his office, opposite each other and since I arrived, he’d completely ignored me even though he had requested my presence. Finally, the sound stopped. He dropped his pen before looking up at me, his gaze intense. “Right. Do you know what today is?” he asked, his voice calm. My brows shot up as I thought, trying to recall if I had missed anything important. My frown deepened and I let out an irritated sigh. “All I know is, it’s past midnight and I’ve been sitting here for too long, father,” I f

“Who the fuck are you?” I’d made some silly decisions before in my life – dangerous ones even – but for some reason, I’d never once regretted them. This time, it hit me instantly. Right now, ‘regret’ felt like an understatement for what I felt after blurting those words out, catching his attention. He turned slowly and my stomach dropped. The man in front of me looked dangerous. He was incredibly tall and bulky, well over six foot tall, with muscles I was sure could punch through walls and break skulls. A scar ran through his chin and tattoos peeked from under his perfectly tailored dark suit. He had piercings and his lips were set in a scowl as he watched me with a pinning gaze that left me weak and scared at the same time. “I… I hadn’t meant to overhear your conversation but you were a bit loud.” I finally replied, running out of breath at the sight of him. He was handsome. An understatement really, but he truly was. He was built perfectly in every way and gave eve

KAYLA’S POV: The afternoon air was beyond scorching. I pulled my shades up before running into the hospital building in order to avoid getting sunburned. I hadn’t bothered greeting anyone and went straight for the elevators, up to my father’s floor. I’d gotten news that he’d woken and rushed to the hospital before he became too weak to keep his eyes open. The moment I reached his room, I turned the knob without hesitation. And there he lay. My father’s chest rose and fell slowly, his arms and body thin and frail. A shadow of his former bulky build. “Kayla?” He called out, his voice barely over a whisper. My chest tightened as I looked at my dying father. “I’m here,” I rushed to him, grabbing his hands and tears threatened to fall out again. I’d told myself I wouldn’t cry anymore. I had to be strong for him. “Oh my baby. Have you been eating well?” He asked, barely able to turn his head to look at me. “Yes dad, yes I have. Don’t worry, you’ll get better soon,” I