Semua Bab 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Bab 101 - Bab 110

~~VINCENZO~~ I sat in the darkest corner of my bar, lights dimmed low, the smell of smoke thick around me as I nursed my second glass of whiskey. The cigarette between my fingers burned away, forgotten between drags. My head was pounding, not from the excess alcohol, but from the memory of last night. It was supposed to be beautiful—for her, for us. But it turned into the worst heartbreak of my life. The way she told me to stand up. The way she said she needed to “think about it.” Fuck. Fucking fuck! I knew Jessica loved me. I felt it in the way she looked at me, touched me, went soft whenever I was near. But something about that moment… it fucking destroyed me. I'd never asked a woman to marry me. Never even entertained the idea. I hadn't even asked Theresa. But for her? I'd planned it for weeks, rehearsed the words endlessly. I imagined how her lips would tremble with a yes. But she didn’t. She didn’t say no, either. But hell, it still hurt. It fucking hurt. I took

When Vince asked where I wanted to go for our one-week vacation, I’d blurted, “New Orleans,” without thinking. When I was eight, I watched an age-gap movie where the dreamy couple relocated to New Orleans for a new life. I’ve always wanted to go to New Orleans with the man I love. I’d always been fascinated by its haunted beauty, its culture, music, and mystery. And now, being here with Vince—seeing how genuinely happy he looked for once—God, it felt perfect.Joyce had practically screamed when I told her the news of our engagement. I had her on speaker while packing, and she nearly made Vince drop the suitcase from laughing. She was already knee-deep in Pinterest boards and wedding magazine scans, excitedly texting me about dresses, colors, and themes I hadn’t even begun to think about. It felt good to have her support. And even better to know that Vince hadn’t come between us.Now here we were—just the two of us. In a house right by the beach, with a wraparound balcony, warm lightin

"VINCE!" I screamed, slamming my fists against the door. The hardness made the sides of my palms sting. "Open the damn door!"I kept yelling, but all I heard was silence on the other side. He was gone.Eventually, I stopped. I broke into tears, my knees hitting the floor, my forehead pressing to the hardwood.Lily. My little Lily.Images of her flooded my mind—her round cheeks, her dimples when she laughed, the way she clung to me like I was her whole world.And now… God knows what Jericho was going to do to her if I didn’t show up.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t just stay in here. I was her only hope! I couldn’t fail her or Joyce.I inhaled and poured out a shaky breath. I had to be strong.I stood up and scanned the room. The windows were bolted shut. There wasn’t much in the room—just a dresser, a chair, and an old bookshelf.And when I looked up to the left, I spotted it.The vent.I looked around, searching for something to unscrew the metal cover. I found a broken lamp lying on

I couldn’t believe what had just happened two minutes ago. It felt like something straight out of an action movie. Lily’s rope had snapped—and so had my heart. I thought she was gone, but someone saved her. Luca. My knight in shining armor. He was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, holding Lily tight to his chest like she was his little girl. His eyes stayed on me, nodding slowly, as if trying to tell me he’d always be here to save the day. I reached for Lily, and Luca quickly handed her over. My little niece latched onto my neck like she was scared to ever let go, trembling so hard it made me shake. “I thought I lost you,” I whispered to her, tears streaming down my cheeks as I kissed her hair. We stayed like that for several seconds until I turned to look at him. Vince. He was kneeling beside me, still holding the rope he’d cut off my rope despite my desperate pleas to save my niece first. He looked at me like he expected me to run into his arms. Like I should than

“It’s a critical condition, Miss Reese,” the doctor had said, voice calm but words devastating. “The bullet hit below the femoral artery and shattered bone. He’ll survive, yes—but he may not walk again for at least a year. If ever.”If ever.Those words left me devastated.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my trembling hands. It had been two days since the rescue. Two days since Vince fell off that building—because of me. He saved Lily. He saved my sister. I should have been grateful. But instead, all I’d done was scream at him. Hate him. Call him selfish.And now he couldn't walk.Because of me.Because I made him choose.I recalled the coldness in his eyes when he said those words before he left: “After that, I’m done with you.”He hadn’t even looked back.And now, I didn’t know if I could look him in the eyes.The bedroom door creaked open behind me, and Joyce stepped in with Lily. My sister hadn’t let her daughter out of her sight since they reunited.They looked trauma