บททั้งหมดของ The Captured Mafia Bride: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Lyla’s POV “Katrina,” I cried, pushing the table away so I could run. She walked towards me, tears in her eyes. “My mi amore,” she breathed, taking me into her hands. I crashed into the bosom of the elderly woman, tears pouring down my face. “I have missed you so much.” “I heard all the things the bad men did to you,” she sniffled. “I am so sorry.” I turned towards Xiomar. “How is she here?” “After we got attacked, we knew we needed to keep her safe. So Isiah found a way for her to work in Horace’s house.” “Is your grandson with you?” I asked Katrina. “Yes, he is in the servants quarters.” She stared at me. “You have changed.” I blushed. “Leaner?” “no,” she replied. “Stronger.” “Come and join us,” I said, dragging her. “We're having dinner.” “I go back to the kitchen now,” Katrina said. “I'll check on you, okay?” “Okay,” I nodded, a tear falling. “It's really nice to see you.” She smiled at the boys and left through the open door. “I was wondering if she was safe,” I br

Achilles POVI closed the door behind me, standing alone in the dark room. Lyla’s expression of pity irritated me more than anything else, followed by my uncle refusing to speak to me.I did not want to be pitied.I touched the necklace softly, a tear falling before I could stop it. Yasmine went there for me. To save me, to look after me.And I killed her.My uncle may have forgiven me, but I would never forgive myself, not for ever doing this to her. The bridled anger in his eyes, I knew if I was anyone else, I would be dead.And I deserved it.I stood in the middle of the room for God knows how long, shadows crawling around me. It has been years since I stood here, still everything was intact.My brothers would leave their room in the night to come sleep with me, then my mum would find us here, and join us. It seemed do long ago, yet the black sheets I favoured were still straight in the bed.I had to fix this. I could listen to my uncle, and we would leave tomorrow, but for Lyla’s

Achilles POV I closed the door behind me, standing alone in the dark room. Lyla’s expression of pity irritated me more than anything else, followed by my uncle refusing to speak to me. I did not want to be pitied. I touched the necklace softly, a tear falling before I could stop it. Yasmine went there for me. To save me, to look after me. And I killed her. My uncle may have forgiven me, but I would never forgive myself, not for ever doing this to her. The bridled anger in his eyes, I knew if I was anyone else, I would be dead. And I deserved it. I stood in the middle of the room for God knows how long, shadows crawling around me. It has been years since I stood here, still everything was intact. My brothers would leave their room in the night to come sleep with me, then my mum would find us here, and join us. It seemed do long ago, yet the black sheets I favoured were still straight in the bed. I had to fix this. I could listen to my uncle, and we would leave tomorro

Achilles POV I closed the door behind me, standing alone in the dark room. Lyla’s expression of pity irritated me more than anything else, followed by my uncle refusing to speak to me. I did not want to be pitied. I touched the necklace softly, a tear falling before I could stop it. Yasmine went there for me. To save me, to look after me. And I killed her. My uncle may have forgiven me, but I would never forgive myself, not for ever doing this to her. The bridled anger in his eyes, I knew if I was anyone else, I would be dead. And I deserved it. I stood in the middle of the room for God knows how long, shadows crawling around me. It has been years since I stood here, still everything was intact. My brothers would leave their room in the night to come sleep with me, then my mum would find us here, and join us. It seemed do long ago, yet the black sheets I favoured were still straight in the bed. I had to fix this. I could listen to my uncle, and we would leave tomorro

Achilles POV I closed the door behind me, standing alone in the dark room. Lyla’s expression of pity irritated me more than anything else, followed by my uncle refusing to speak to me. I did not want to be pitied. I touched the necklace softly, a tear falling before I could stop it. Yasmine went there for me. To save me, to look after me. And I killed her. My uncle may have forgiven me, but I would never forgive myself, not for ever doing this to her. The bridled anger in his eyes, I knew if I was anyone else, I would be dead. And I deserved it. I stood in the middle of the room for God knows how long, shadows crawling around me. It has been years since I stood here, still everything was intact. My brothers would leave their room in the night to come sleep with me, then my mum would find us here, and join us. It seemed do long Achilles POV I closed the door behind me, standing alone in the dark room. Lyla’s expression of pity irritated me more than anything else, fo