บททั้งหมดของ 5 Mafia Brothers Abused Princess: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Alexander "You think it was a smart move to give her such a big task? She is still young! " My father said as soon as we went back home from airport.. We had this little hope that she will change her mind and come back to us but it didn't happen.. She really left.. "That's the problem.. We are treating her like a little girl and making her feel unworthy.. I know she is young but we need to let her go.. " I said though it hurt me to say it.. But after last night, I thought a lot about it.. Last night I am still shaken up by this sudden outburst of her.. I have seen her so calm and composed that it felt like she isn't my Mirabella anymore.. When she demanded to move out, it felt like she demanded my heart to be ripped out of me.. I have uncountable enemies and I don't know when one of them will get a hold of her when she isn't under our protection.. I felt like my own heart was being stabbed when I saw blood on her.. Before I could step in, Matilda stepped forward.. She ga

Mirabella"What's the proof that whatever you're saying is the truth? " I asked and he sighed.. He unlocked his phone and typed something.. My phone buzzed.. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it.. He had sent a PDF.. I opened it and there were hundreds of people's name.."These are the people Alex is after.. Few are left.. And about proof? I don't know what to give you cause you would still want authenticity of it.. I know that we haven't been the perfect family you deserve but if I was lying and making up a story, I wouldn't have pulled Alex into it.. I wouldn't care about him at all.. I would honey coat my words and say how great we are and how intelligently we pushed you out of danger.. My first pitch would've been about us and not Alex.. "He said.. My head felt like bursting any moment.. It's too much, specially when I'm sort of drunk.. I got up and walked to the main door.. I opened the door to leave but stopped and looked back at him.. "I never asked for a perfect family.. I dr

Alex I am going crazy about what is happening.. Now who is this new diva? For the past 2 weeks, she is killing all my targets.. Some of them were people I wasn't able to get.. And how did all of their wives went crazy and killed their own husband.. Well she is indeed clever cause she didn't look for them to kill them but made their close one kill them.. I know it's her doing but who is she? "Have you seen the news? " I said to Dante who joined in video call.. If she is this powerful and without any territory then she will definitely come to get one.. It's weird that she is only targeting the person and is not taking the position as if killing them is her sole purpose.. Dante nodded.. This unknown person is getting on everyone's nerve.. Specially when you don't know who she is.. She could be anyone.. Maybe right next to you while plotting her next move.. "Don't you think it's quite weird? She is only killing people you are targeting? " Dante said and I nodded cause I realize

Mirabella I looked down at him—Alex Romano, once my lover, now a broken man on his knees in front of me. The same man who left me when I needed him most, now begging for a chance to make it right. The silence between us was suffocating. “Get up,” I said, not unkindly—but not gentle either. He didn’t move. “I said get up,” I repeated. My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t have to. Still, he stayed kneeling, head bowed like a knight before a queen. “I will not rise until you command me,” he whispered, his voice trembling under the weight of everything left unsaid. I turned my back to him and walked to the window. The night outside was black velvet, pierced only by the faint glow of the estate lights. “You want to prove yourself?” I asked, arms crossed. “Then tell me… Why did you leave? Don’t give me the noble speech. I want the real reason.” I heard him shift behind me. Then his voice, raw and real: “Because I was scared.” That stilled me. “Scared that loving you would be your

Mirabella Silence. It stretched thick and slow between us, sticky with tension and breathless wonder. My heart pounded in my ears like a drum, echoing louder than the words that had just been spoken. Alex knelt before me still, the ring in his palm glinting softly under the warm light of the bedroom. His eyes—green and burning with devotion—looked up at me with something I couldn't name. Hope? Certainty? Desperation? But all I felt was the flood of confusion roaring in my chest. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. “I…” I began, my voice trembling. He waited. Patient. Still. That was always Alex. He never pushed, never demanded. Even now, with his heart bared and his body quite literally kneeling before mine, he was giving me room. And yet that only made it harder. I stared at the ring. It was exquisite—elegant, bold. Just like him. Just like us, maybe, once. Before everything fell apart. Before the throne. Before the silence. Before the ache. My fingers twitched at my s