Semua Bab Sold to the Mafia Boss : Bab 161 - Bab 170

The day for our father's burial arrived a couple of days later and every member of his family, far and near came today. From a far in the cemetery ground you could see us as a group of people dressed only in white. It started snowing yesterday and it has never stopped or slowed down. We're all carrying umbrellas to shield us from the harsh snow as we gathered around and watched my father's casket being lowered into the ground. After that, we returned back to the house where we held a short service for him, where everyone ate foods and consoled us, not that any of that even mattered.I stood at the front up side of our house, watching the people that flooded our house, pretending to be sorry for our loss. Lifting my wine glass to my lips, I take another sip and watched through the large glass as my mother excused herself from her group of friends and started towards me.We've barely said a word to each other since the day Dylano got shot. We've both been busy, sad in our own ways

Layla's P. O. V.One week later, I was on a plane to Paris. I was glad Maddy had understood me well the day of the carnival.I'd made arrangements to rent an apartment which I'd seen online and the apartment's caretaker would be picking me up from the airport himself to the place. He said I could make the payment as soon as I got there and saw the house. Although the price was about high, I just hope it was worth it.The plane arrived in the late morning and as soon as I walked out with my single luggage, I saw a man waiting.He's tall and slim and nearly too hot to be working as a house's caretaker but I don't make it obvious as I take off my shades and waved back, informing him that I was the woman he'd been waiting for.He gets his white car door for me and I sat in, then he drove off. I didn't know why I was suddenly so peaceful about all of this because some months ago, I wouldn't have agreed to enter some stranger's car just because we've been conversing over the phone.He p

I stepped out of the taxi as it came to a stop right in front of a restaurant. Clutching my purse tightly on my hand, I watched the restaurant's building before taking a sharp breath and walking towards the front door.As soon as I stepped in, I scanned the whole area for Ken. It wasn't easy to spot him amongst the number of people seated here but I soon spotted him at the corner.He doesn't see me as he's looking out the window from that side. He is dressed up in a red top and a jeans. I quickly hurried over and he looked at me as soon as he sensed my presence, throwing me one of his bright smiles." Hey Joanne, you're here " his says as he quickly stands up. I'm sure he'd wanted to pull the chair for me but he was too late because I did it for myself." Hey Ken " I said briefly and shifted on my chair " what's up? "Ken watches me closely then shakes his head and said " it's so good to see you again, Joanne. "I felt it was time to tell him the truth as the more he called me Joa

Logan's P. O. V.Lately I have embraced a different me, a different person that is almost unknown to me. I guess that is what happens when everything feels like you've lost everything you've ever known.After our father's funeral and Dylano's party as the new CEO of our father's many companies, I'd left immediately. Facing all the families wasn't something I could handle at that moment so I chose to leave.And so far, everything was working fine for them. My mother was happier than ever, Nigel was doing fine, hopefully and of course, Graziella was perfectly well running her own empire in Paris. Everyone was happy.But I wasn't.I know Graziella said and did all her best to convince me that I would but lately, it wasn't working.So for the past week, I have turned to my vast painting to feel better. I completely stopped going to work, leaving everything to Dani and my manager. I spent long hours in my gallery at home or the green house for a better scenery.Today, it was late in th

Layla's P. O. V. I stood behind the counter working my shift, checking my phone every now and then to see if Maddy had boarded her plane. It was still early and she had many hours to spend airborne before getting here.Tucking my phone back into my jeans pants, I looked forward to the customers eating. The place wasn't as busy as most of the times and today, I was taking the counter. I always preferred running around serving customers." Layla, honey you look exhausted. Didn't you get any sleep last night? " Talia, a waitress in her fifties asked while patting down her puffy graying hair which was barely being contained by her pink headband.Talia was the oldest among the other waitresses that worked here and perhaps I always had this grandmotherly feeling towards her. She was caring, always asking about everyone who worked here." I did Talia " I replied with a bright smile.She stops right in front of my counter, dropping a hand over the counter and the other on her waist as sh