All Chapters of A Pet For The Two Mafia Dons : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter Ninety Two The courtyard was drenched in late afternoon sun, warm and golden, but Selena sat in the shadow of the fig tree, twisting the ragged doll in her lap. Her hands wouldn’t stay still. Her chest wouldn’t stop tightening. It had been weeks since the fever. Weeks since Martin saved her life. But she couldn’t shake the sound of his voice calling her name. The way he looked at her in the kitchen that night. The way his hands had steadied her wrists, her back, her breath. He was everywhere now. Every sermon she heard, every prayer she whispered, his presence pressed against her like heat. When he smiled at the children, she wanted it for herself. When he looked at her, just for a second too long, her skin burned. And she hated herself for it. She tried to bury it. She worked harder than anyone—scrubbing floors until her knuckles bled, reading to the children until her voice went hoarse. But every time the chapel bell rang, she turned her head. Every time he passed

Chapter 94The dawn bell rang heavy and hollow. Selena’s heart matched its rhythm—slow, steady, determined.This morning was not like others. She wasn’t rising to sweep floors or peel potatoes. She wasn’t reading to the little ones or arguing with Rafi. Today, she was leaving.Her trunk sat at the foot of the bed, small and dented, borrowed from the attic. Inside: two dresses, worn shoes polished until the leather shone thin, a notebook with pages already filled with shaky handwriting, the Basic Care guidebook Sister Agnes had slipped into her hands, and the doll. Always the doll.She stared at it, the frayed smile, the missing button eye. The thought of leaving it behind made her chest ache. So she tucked it carefully on top, a guardian, a reminder.The children gathered in the courtyard when the bell ended. They whispered and tugged at her dress, wide eyes full of questions.“Where are you going?” Nico asked, clutching her skirt.She knelt to him, brushing his hair back. “To learn m

Chapter 96The practical lab smelled of disinfectant and sharp metal. Stainless steel tables gleamed under the white lights, lined with instruments that looked more like weapons than tools. Selena’s chest tightened as she buttoned her coat, trying to steady her breath.This wasn’t theory anymore. No hiding behind notes, no memorized diagrams. This was real application.Her group had been assigned to dissect a preserved cadaver’s arm—tracing nerves, arteries, identifying every muscle. Selena had read until her eyes blurred last night. She had whispered the names like prayers. But now, staring at the cold, gray skin before her, the words slipped from her mind like water through fingers.“Rossi,” Professor Chike’s voice boomed across the lab. He stood at the head of the room, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “Demonstrate the incision for us.”Her hands froze on the scalpel. The whole room went quiet.She forced her fingers to move, holding the instrument with trembling precision. She drew the b

Chapter 98Morning came clean and bright. Selena woke before the bell. Her body felt steady again. She washed her face. She tied her hair back. She pressed a kiss to the old doll’s head and tucked it under her pillow.“You’ll be proud,” she whispered. “I will be brave.”Amara was already lacing her shoes. “Rounds?”“Rounds,” Selena said.They walked to the hospital with coffee in paper cups. Buses growled past. The city was loud but it felt far away. Selena’s mind was sharp. No fog. No shake. She kept saying the words she needed like steps. Airway. Breathing. Circulation. Control bleeding. Fluids. Repeat.Professor Chike was waiting at the ward door. His eyes moved over them all. They stopped on Selena. No smile. But he gave a small nod.“Keep up,” he said.They kept up.They went bed to bed. Fevers. Fractures. Chest pain. For each case he asked a question. For each question he cut slow and deep until he found what a student did not know. Selena listened. She spoke when she needed to.

Chapter 100The silence in the Don’s mansion was heavy, like velvet pressing on Selena’s skin. The marble floors gleamed, reflecting the golden chandeliers, but to her it felt more like a cage than a palace. She followed the guard through the grand hall, every step echoing, her heart hammering like it might split her chest.The Don sat at the far end of the room, upright despite his bandaged chest. His eyes were sharp, unreadable, the kind that cut straight through skin and bone. The men around him—suits, guns hidden but obvious, hands always ready—stood like shadows waiting for his command.Selena’s throat tightened. She had seen him dying only days ago, gasping and broken. Now he looked untouchable, like a king who had risen from the grave.“You came,” he said simply.Her voice faltered. “I… was brought here.”He smiled faintly, and the curl of it sent shivers down her spine. “You saved me. That makes you important. And in my world, importance comes with a price.”She clenched her f