All Chapters of 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My eyes fluttered open to the sight of a cannula taped to my arm. I felt numb, my heart beating too slowly, like I was barely alive. I shifted slightly, and pain seared through my side, making me wince. That’s when the mattress dipped beside me and I felt someone sat next to me. “Cara,” came a gruff voice. I felt the strong, veiny arms next to me, trailing up to broad biceps and then— “Luca,” I whispered. My mouth was dry as sand. His lips twitched slightly and I noticed a cut there—actually, several cuts. His face was all battered and bruised. “What happened to you?” I asked. He looked like he’d just crawled out of hell. “I don’t have much time,” he rasped, shaking his head. His eyes, those big, tormented blue eyes, were filled with agony. “What do you mean?” My voice was hoarse, too weak. “When I was five, my father burned me with a hot rod…” His voice cracked. My brows drew together, confused by his sudden words. He lifted his shirt, revealing a dark, t

There was a white Porsche parked in Joyce's driveway. It had a huge red ribbon on it, some pink balloons and a bouquet of roses."What. The. Hell?" Joyce stood, arms folded in bewilderment.I was stunned, watching my birthday gift like it would disappear in a moment. I caught sight of the card hung in the screen. I picked it up and untied the tiny pink ribbon on it.It read:HAPPY BIRTHDAY MI AMORE— VOf course, it was him.Who else would it be?I remembered telling him I wanted my first car to be a white Porsche, and now that I had recently gotten my driver's license, it was the best gift ever!"We need to talk, Jessica," Joyce finally spoke after minutes of watching me fawn all over my new car.She was worried, and she had a good reason to be."Talk about what?" I took the flowers, heading back into the house. She was right behind me."Everything! This Vincenzo guy! I thought you were drunk and joking last night!" she said.I had dreaded this conversation, but it was long overdue."

Final week of college was filled with bittersweet moments. Having to say goodbye to an almost everyday schedule, also the cold feet of getting thrust into the world, and everyone would just expect you to do great. Either way, I was glad and eager to start a new phase. I visited the school libraries more—I’d definitely miss my favorite place in the whole school. I was more active in the literature clubs. I got large-size sodas before going home every day, and today, it was on the house—perks of being a lovely customer. "Hey there, pretty..." A car parked beside me. I looked through the rolled-down glass and almost dropped my soda. "Darren! What are you doing here?" I looked around like someone was already pointing a gun at him. He smiled, got down from his car, and swaggered to me. He looked charming in his work clothes, all business-like and handsome. "You've been avoiding my calls and texts, so I decided to come see you." He shrugged. I sighed, turning away with a blush

He stood tall, well over six feet and hard muscles. He was wearing a dark shirt that hugged his broad upper body. He was in a pair of dark jeans too, a shade hung on his hair. He looked so much better than the last time I had seen him, his skin was tanned. There was no pain in his eyes now, just expressionless and a small smile tugging at his lips. "You're here," I rasped, like it was unbelievable. His eyes took in my face and then my body, making me squirm a little and instinctively take a step back. "Ouch. Was expecting a hug," he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. I stumbled forward and wrapped my arms around him, my body sank into his. "I missed you so much, Jessica." His voice was low and dense, his hands by his side like he was afraid of touching me. Just his heartbeat booming in my ear. "I missed you too," I sniffled. I took a moment to drink in his cozy scent before stepping away from him. "Where have you been?" I asked. "Las Vegas," he shrugged, looking arou

It’s been four days, and Joyce was still giving me the silent treatment. We were living as strangers in her home, and I felt so awful about it.Darren hadn’t called or texted since our short-lived trip. He hadn’t returned any of my calls or messages either. It was like karma had finally caught up with me.I’d hurt everyone around me, and in turn, I was nursing my pain alone.It wasn't an easy decision to make, leaving Chicago. But then, it was the best thing to do. To give them space to forgive me. So, I booked my flight to Seattle."I'm leaving," I told Joyce as she quietly ate breakfast. I stood by the doorway, all set for my flight that morning."Where will you go?" she asked, instantly dropping her cutlery, her eyes glued to her plate."I have some place in Seattle," I replied, watching her closely.She looked up at me, no hint of a smile on her face. "What place?"I knew where this was going."Joyce, stop.""Don’t tell me he bought you a house there," she scoffed.I didn’t reply.