All Chapters of The Mafia Devil's Princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Attending the professor’s wake awakened the scars that I had once had when Lily died. There were only a few people who came to her wake— a few students and some personnel. Some who knew her professionally but not close enough to care and stay for the night. As I bid other people goodbye at her wake, I felt so empty. “Kierra, you should go home,” one of my other professors told me. “Dr. Maurice must be happy enough to know we cared. You need rest, dear.” “I’m okay,” I told him with a forced smile. Dr. Maurice was the closest person I could ever call my mother. She knew about my flaws, my past, and the sins I’ve made. And yet, she opened her arms to me and continued to mentor me. I owed her for being able to graduate. As the rain continued to pour as if lamenting as did I, the sound of the pitter patter of raindrops became stronger and one by one, the visitors left until I was the one speck of black left in the green field. I stared at her grave with puffy eyes. “I’m sorr

“What are you talking about?” I confronted her with creased brows and a thumping heart. “They’ve transferred ownership already to their names behind my back.” “I know,” she stepped forward. “And you have me as your witness. I was there when the documents were forged.” I shut my eyes and I could swear I felt a tear roll down my cheek, “And you didn’t bother to stop them?” “Kierra, the Hails were in control. I tried to intervene by convincing their father to stop it because this was already too much. They didn’t.” “And whose fault is it now?” “Mine, obviously.” She admits. “I’m here to make it right.” I let out a scoff, “You? Just now when I’ve already accepted the fact that I’ve lost my inheritance?” She shook her head at me, disappointed. “You give up so quickly.” “Because I’ve learned to stop when I learned my efforts would be in vain.” I took a deep breath and massaged my temples. “Why are you suddenly suggesting this? Why are you helping me? What do you want from all of this

It has been weeks since the day Sebastian told me that he would leave me alone for good. Ever since that day, the apartment felt lighter as if there was no longer a threat anymore, and the feeling of being followed was starting to become less. The silence it brought became eerie, a feeling that felt too permanent– it was frightening.Despite having to look over my shoulder like a madman, it was something that became so normalized in my life. And now it’s gone, it felt wrong. That devil of a man did this to me.I should feel happy that I am free of his obsessive love now. I should feel happy that I wouldn’t have to deal with him again.And yet my heart—this crazy part of me continues to search the insane. Him.“Ma’am, your total is $450.” I snapped out of my thoughts and stared at the numbers in the register before reluctantly handing over my debit card. A long line of people has already piled up behind me, thanks to my heavy thoughts. “Here…” She takes the card and wraps the item

As I stood there frozen and suffocating from what she had just said, Selene's eyes sparkled with malice and her lips curled in pleasure. She said it again and again, her voice low and angry, "I want you gone. For good this time.”Then, before I could react, she grabbed my wrist."Release me!" Her claws dug deeper into my arm as I yelled to escape. Selene hissed, “You're coming with me,” pulling me from the restroom into the event's main hall.“It’s about time these people know the kind of woman you really are.”My heels scraped the polished floor as I resisted her, but she was already fueled by venomous pride. Not one of the so-called prestigious guests dared intervene. They probably thought we were just some emotional coworkers having a catfight.She marched me toward the center of the room, her arm looped tightly around mine now as if we were friends, but her fingers continued to bruise me beneath the surface.“Let me go!” I hissed again, trying to yank away. "Just stop this madn

When I woke up, I found myself in a room of white walls. The brightness of it almost blinded me, and when I adjusted my gaze to the light, I found out where I truly was.It was silent, save for the beeping sound of the monitor that records my vitals and made sure I was alive. The monotone beeping nearly deafened me. My eyes flicked to the side, spotting Alessio and Alexandrei slumped on the waiting couches, both worn down with exhaustion. Guilt prickled the edge of my heart. I tried to sit up, a sharp pang in my abdomen causing my breath to hitch. I accidentally let out a wince, causing Alessio to wake up from his deep sleep, something this stupid injury of mine had prevented him to indulge in. “K…Kierra?” he called, voice hoarse. “You’re awake! Alex—she’s up!” Alexandrei stirred immediately, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as they both rushed to my side. “Don’t move too much,” Alexandrei warned, hands gently bracing my shoulder. “You had surgery. You were stabbed.” The memory hi