All Chapters of The Mafia's Undercover Princess: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mia’s POVI wouldn't even lie, these few days have been fun, but especially for Ramson. Maybe it’s because all his life, he hasn’t had a father figure. It has always been him and my granny—except for the few times I visited. But now here’s Kraven, making him feel like his son, giving him all the attention he craves. Honestly, even more attention than I give sometimes.And in just a single day, I’ve noticed the two of them forming this bond I can’t even describe. Something I can’t perfectly relate to as I lost my parents at a very tender age, but I know for sure it’s good for him. Deep down, though, I can’t stop wishing Kraven had his own son. The thought lingers in my chest like a prayer I can’t say aloud. Because wishing won’t change reality, right?I was still caught up in those thoughts when granny and I made our way back from shopping. We’d spent way more time out than planned, but honestly, when you’re with granny, everything takes twice as long. She stops to talk to strangers, c

Kraven’s POVThe phone rang against my ear, an empty dial tone cutting through the silence. I pressed my lips together, impatience tightening my jaw. She wasn’t picking up and somehow, I felt that was a norm. Like, typical. Granny always had a way of making me feel like she was two steps ahead, even when she wasn’t around.Before I could call again, the faint creak of the entrance door pulled my attention. My head turned—and my breath caught.She was here.Her figure filled the doorway with that same unsettling mix of grace and authority. My eyes locked with hers, and for a moment it felt like the air left the room. She walked in as though she owned the house as usual, her cane tapping lightly against the polished floor, her smile soft but calculated. I also noticed that Mia had her gaze fixed in that direction too. Although, I doubt if she has seen my granny before but for some reasons, I believe she would definitely know she is the one. But then if she doesn't, definitely before she

Mia’s POVThe whole thing seemed to me like a fairytale as we waited to meet with the doctor at his office. I sat stiffly in the chair, with my legs crossed and my fingers laced together so tightly that the bones ached. My mind kept wandering, trying to piece together why exactly Kraven had insisted on me coming with him. He had only told me to dress up, nothing more, and with him, that could mean anything.Beside me, Kraven looked restless in a way I had rarely seen before. His posture was rigid, his shoulders squared, but his eyes kept darting toward the door as though he could summon the doctor by sheer will. Every now and then his leg tapped against the floor, a sound that grated against my nerves and yet revealed just how much was brewing inside him.Finally, the door creaked open. The doctor entered, his white coat swaying, and his glasses laid low on his nose. He glanced at both of us, his expression unreadable, and then sank into the executive chair behind his desk.“You deman

Mia’s POVOn reaching home, I couldn’t even wait for Kraven to pull into a proper parking spot. The car hadn’t fully stopped when I shoved the door open and jumped out. My heels clattered against the pavement as I rushed inside, with my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The air in the house carried the faint smell of incense and polish as usual, but what unsettled me most was the sight before me.Granny was on the floor, her frail body shaking as sobs tore out of her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the tiled floor, and her hands clutched to her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. My stomach dropped. The way she looked—broken, undone—it was worse than anything I could have imagined.“You said my son is here exactly?” The words tumbled out, breathless and sharp. My voice cracked as if it could barely carry itself. “I left this boy at home with you to meet the doctor with Kraven, and this is what you were telling me over the ph

Kraven’s POVThe moment J’s call ended, silence pressed against me like a second skin. My lungs burned, and my pulse throbbed like war drums in my ears. Ramson. My boy. Every second that passed was another second he was in their hands, and I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to tear through the walls, rip down every street, drag Giovanni and Jack out by their throats until one of them gave me back my son.But I couldn’t move just yet. I had to think. Rage without direction was useless, you know.The creak of the front door snapped me out of the storm in my head. I turned, half-expecting another one of my men, but it wasn’t. Rather, it was my grandmother.For a moment, my body locked. I wasn’t surprised exactly—after all, I had called her after J’s little report while I was in the car, needing her eyes and ears, and maybe her presence too. But still, seeing her walk into this house, where Mia’s granny sat trembling and Mia herself burned with suspicion and grief, twisted something deep in me