All Chapters of 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Three years in Paris, and it became everything I never knew I needed. The beautiful mornings of Vince and I curled up in bed, tangled in sheets and obsessed with each other, our little girl snoring softly between us, one chubby leg thrown over my waist, her tiny hand gripping Vince’s shirt like he might disappear if she let go. After our honeymoon in Santorini, we moved into a wonderful, large farm house in Montmartre. I organized the interior decorating myself so it was top notch. A tiny balcony that overlooked the rooftops like something out of a painting. It was romantic, peaceful, and just the right amount of serenity for a couple starting over—with a baby on the way. Lola—of course we'd named her after her grandmother of blessed memory—was born ten months after our wedding night. We started making preparations to move to Paris the following morning. Now she's three. Wild dark curls like her dad, big brown eyes like me, and a mouth that never stops talking unless she's slee

I couldn’t sleep. I stared at the ceiling above me in silence, but my mind wasn’t. It kept racing, drifting back to Theo. There must be a reason he stalked me; there must be a reason that, after all these years, he looked for me. The way he had looked at me, like he knew something about me that I didn’t. I hated it. I hated that he was in my head. I hated that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Beside me, Vince snored softly. He was out cold, one arm sprawled over the blanket. Lola was curled on top of him, her tiny body rising and falling with each breath. She looked so peaceful, like a little angel, her mouth slightly open, her hair a mess of curls spread over his chest. My heart clenched at the beautiful sight. I loved them. More than anything. This life, this family, this peace I had finally found, it meant everything to me. But Theo was threatening that. His presence, his words, the way he looked at me like he held a hundred and one secrets threatened my peace. I couldn’t l

~~VINCENZO~~The moment I heard the front door open, my heart skittered because I knew she was home.I’d been sitting in the living room, the TV running on low volume. I tried and failed to focus on some documentary I couldn’t even name. My mind had been spinning all day, wondering where she went the night before, who she was with, and if things were changing.I dreaded that thought—the thought of her changing, turning into a woman I didn't know, a woman who didn't love me and not my baby girl.She stepped in and paused for a second when our eyes met. Her face looked pale, drained like life had been sucked out of her. Her lips were dry, and her eyes… God, her eyes looked like they've seen the worst.“Jessica,” I said, slowly rising to my feet, gripping my crutches tightly for balance. “Baby, are you okay?”She didn’t answer. Not even a nod. She just turned and walked toward the kitchen like she didn't hear me at all.I jerked forward and followed her as best as I could. The rubber tip

When I got home, the house felt empty, and in a few minutes, I realized why—Vince wasn’t there. His car was gone, which was unusual; he hardly went out, except when he was taking me out for dinner. There was no note. No message. No sign of him at all. I felt very worried, but there was something else that transcended that feeling—my daughter's safety. I didn’t waste any more time. My fingers trembled as I reached for the suitcases in the closet. I grabbed two—a small and a large one. I started in Lola’s room, packing anything I could find that she might need. Her pajamas. Her favorite stuffie. Her little socks she couldn't do without. I threw them in without folding. I didn't care how it looked. I had limited time. I moved to my room and packed up—mostly black. As I zipped the bags shut, I glanced down at my wedding ring on my finger. Shutting off my emotions, I took it off and left it on the nightstand. I zipped the bags and dragged them down the stairs. Every sound made me ju

Luca was bandaged like a mummy set to be put in a tomb—I could only see his closed eyes and his straight, pointy nose.It was the most heartbreaking sight.I sat beside his hospital bed, clutching his bandaged hand and rubbing an open patch of skin, trying not to cry again. But I couldn’t help it—I couldn't not cry, because my heart was broken into pieces. He'd barely escaped the explosion while the others exploded with the building.The steady beeping of the monitor was the only proof I had that he was still here, still fighting for life. Because my Luca was a fighter.“You’re going to survive this,” I whispered, brushing my fingers over his cold knuckles. “You have to.”He was as stiff as a rock. But the machine still beeped. That meant something. That meant he was breathing.I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, then stood and walked out of the room. I needed to breathe.I met Bianca standing in the hallway, arms crossed, her eyes red and puffy. She looked up and immediately ad