The Mafia's Undercover Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Mia's POV“Surprised you didn’t just stitch it up with thread and sew me shut like a war doll,” I teased him in a mumble tone, hoping he didn’t hear me even when I knew he was eventually going to hear me, considering the distance between us.I mean, who would’ve thought he was this good with medicine? I had only thought he was a quack doctor when he offered to help, you know. The same man who threatened me somehow not too long ago was now fixing my leg like it was second nature.He snorted accordingly. “Only if you keep talking.”I let out a quiet laugh, which I believe didn’t last long, but somehow it softened the air, like a warm breeze slipping in through a cracked space.He wrapped the cloth he had on with measured pressure and tied it off at the side. His touch was firm but careful. Oddly...gentle.“You’ll need rest, so at least you wouldn’t pressure that leg for at least a day.”My eyebrow lifted slightly. “You mean I get to stay longer here?” I retorted dryly, with sarcasm rest

Kraven’s POVWe got to the dining room and, just like I had instructed, breakfast was already served. Two plates of scrambled eggs with diced green peppers and onions, thick slices of toasted sourdough bread, and two mugs of black coffee.I sat on one of the chairs while Aria took the seat opposite me. The sunlight bled in through the long glass window and even in a casual robe, she had that quiet beauty that crept up on you. Before I knew it, we had already gone halfway through the meal.Just to keep her on track, I cleared my throat and looked up. “We need to finish the food and you get dressed so we can go for the cloth shopping I already told you,” I said, pushing one of the plate slightly forward. “As you can see, I’m already dressed.”Her eyes met mine, and there it was—the concern etched in her brow again. I didn’t even need her to say a word to know what she was thinking. It was written all over her face.“Don’t worry,” I added before she could ask. “I already ordered what you’

Mia's POV“Go ahead, get anything you want.”“Anything? Anything? Like, you mean anything?” I asked, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. I didn’t even try to hide the disbelief in my voice.Nobody—aside from my parents, before they died—had ever said those words to me.My granny I lived with after the death of my parents never really asked, though she cared so much for me. She just picked what she thought I needed. Clothes? She’d hold them against me like I was a hanger, decide they were “decent enough,” and toss them in the cart. Even on rare trips when we went to an actual store, she still chose the sizes, styles, even the colors.So, hearing that—being told I could pick anything, just because—felt like stepping into a life that wasn’t mine as I never knew I would ever hear such again in my life.A thousand thoughts ran through my head in a second flat. I tried to hold steady, keep my emotions at bay. He was already suspicious of me as he had been from the start. If I got even

Mia's POVI had just zipped up the same outfit I came in with, the one I wore before I tried on the court marriage dress. I didn’t feel like trying anything else as somehow my mind tell telling me that I am in for a long ride by the time Kraven gets in.No matter how much I try to convince myself that nothing was going to happen, but then how could I even get myself to believe that. Knowing that I caught his eyes earlier when I handed it over—too easily, maybe. I tried not to show it, but I saw it. That flicker in his gaze that said he noticed something.And now, he had the ring and was gone with it.So, I waited. Tried on nothing else as I just stood by the mirror pretending to smooth my top, but really listening to the ticking clock, counting each minute. My mind was running and calculating only God knows what. If he found something, it wouldn’t be hard for him to connect a few dots. Kraven wasn’t the type to ignore his instincts. In a little while, I got to know that he was calcula

MIA’S POV“Okay,” I said in a low voice, barely above a whisper. “You want the truth? Then fine.”My palms were clammy and my chest tightened with each breath, as if every inhale scraped against my ribs. I was stalling, I knew that much. Trying to piece together something convincing, something that wouldn't blow up in my face—but the clock was ticking, and his patience was running thinner by the second.Before I could utter another word, he cut through the silence like a knife.“Yes, I want to know the truth,” he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. “Because you’d be making the biggest mistake of your life if you lie to me again. You know the consequences, huh?”He paused, and that pause… it felt loaded, like the calm before a deadly storm with the gun still pointed on my forehead.“Who do you work for? You with the CIA? FBI? Or one of the other mafians trying to crawl their way into my territory? Speak up—say something real quick. Or I’ll pull the trigger right her