Semua Bab 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Bab 111 - Bab 120

I couldn't sleep. How could I? The coldness of his eyes made my heart ache, the harshness of his words. I deserved it all. I'd told him far worse, and he still fought for me. So I wasn’t giving up on him—on us—not now, not when he needed someone to be by him, for once.“You’re back.” Luca stood by the door, looking me up and down, then, he glanced at my bags."I made him food," I shrugged, lifting the food bag up.He stepped aside, I entered."Good, 'cause he's been throwing up those poorly made ones." He smiled. I couldn't help but smile too.I knocked once on Vince's door and stepped into his room. I'd expected him to be in his wheelchair, but he wasn't, he was on his bed, wearing a soft cotton shirt and plaid pants, glaring at a blueprint.“Hey,” I said softly, shutting the door behind me.He turned to look at me, then his eyes fell to my hands.“I brought breakfast. I made it myself.”I tried to smile, but it wavered under his hard gaze.He said nothing, just returned to glaring a

It was Lily’s sixth birthday, and it felt like a new chapter for us all.After everything we’d been through, planning a birthday felt… surreal. Like a piece of normalcy we desperately needed.Joyce and I worked on the decorations all morning. Pink balloons, unicorn-themed cake, a string of Polaroids above the dessert table, every smile in those photos reminded me why this day mattered. Our precious little gift, safe and six."Are you sure he's going to come with you? Vincenzo doesn't strike me as the kind of man that attends pink-themed parties," Joyce said, snorting a little. We were in the garage; I was about to go pick Vince up. But he didn't know I was bringing him to Lily's birthday party."He will. He's not that grumpy, you know." I chuckled softly, unlocking my car. Vince wasn't a hard hat all the time; he could be really sweet... and really kinky."Do you think he'll be a good dad?" Joyce's question was sudden, and for a moment, I didn't know how to answer that.But alas, the

The cold metallic mouth of a Colt kissed the side of my head, and in that instant, I screamed at the top of my lungs."Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse with panic. "Please don’t shoot me. I'll go with you to wherever you want, please—"A feminine laugh broke out, cutting me off. It wasn't the kind of laugh that follows a joke, but a slow, venom-laced sound that shot down my spine and made my knees weak.“You think this is about you, darling?” she purred, her accent thickly Italian. “You’re not that special. I’m here for my husband.”My heart dropped as her last words hit me like a truck. My husband.Slowly, I turned my head just enough to catch a glimpse of her—short, brown hair curled close to her jaw, flawless red lips that painted a wicked contrast against her pale skin. Her eyes were wild, glittering with something that wasn’t quite sanity. Familiar… eerily familiar."What the fuck are you looking at?" she gritted, her voice trembling a little. She stared down at me with shar

I sat on the cold edge of the marble bathtub, my arms folded tightly over my chest as I stared blankly at the silver faucet. I couldn't even cry anymore. I didn't have the strength for that—all I could muster were quiet sobs, my lips pressed together, my arms trembling.I felt intense anger. Not at Vince—not entirely.But at her... Theresa. A walking ghost with a baggage of lies. Her presence was... I didn’t care what sob story she fed him. I didn’t care how much guilt she tried to pile on his shoulders. She left. She faked her death. She was a damn liar.But somehow, I was the problem? I was the threat to her "family"?I scoffed under my breath and stood up. No. This wasn’t going to be one of those times I just sat and waited to be dragged through the dirty floors in their twisted game of lies and power, especially not by another woman. I wasn’t going to let Theresa drag me down while she rewrote her story with my fiancé after messing it up.I left the bathroom and found Vince in his

~~LUCA~~ I hadn’t seen that face in fifteen years. But the moment I laid eyes on her, it all came flooding back like a beautiful waterfall of nostalgia. Katarina Gonzalez — my childhood sweetheart. She stood there under the moonlight, her ethereal beauty catching me in a trance. Her long raven hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, her skin still as flawless and pale as I remembered. Her dark amber eyes were still fierce… still cautious. She wore a black leather jacket over a tactical vest and jeans tucked into boots — not the flowing white sundresses I remembered her always wearing. But the girly aura was still very much there. The one I fell in love with. "Hello, Luca," she said softly, almost as if we’d spoken yesterday. “It’s been a decade.” I lowered my gun slowly, still trying to grasp the reality of her standing in front of me. "What the hell are you doing here?" My voice was rougher than I meant, laced with confusion and urgency. "Looking out for you. Same as always."