All Chapters of The Mafia's Undercover Princess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kraven POVI sat on the edge of the couch, with my elbows on my knees, and still had my hand from the call that had just ended. My grandmother’s words rang in my head, hitting the same sore spot over and over like a wound being poked.“They’re already speaking of a replacement, Kraven... They’re calling Jack in.”Jack. Of all people, that was really a slap on my face.I stared at the ground, my hands balled into tight fists. The same Jack who used to sneak coke into family meetings and was almost as good as useless. That’s who they were considering as the next head of the empire?Because I wouldn't be able to give them an heir?A dry laugh escaped my lips, but it was bitter and quiet. That’s what it had come down to. My ability to reproduce. That was all I was worth to them.The ache in my lower abdomen was still there, dull but persistent—a constant reminder of what had happened. Of what I lost. The doctor hadn’t needed to say it with flair. The test results that Mia later showed me

Mia's POVThe next day, I tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Pretend. That was the keyword here.But it seems as if Kraven had been watching me since I walked into the sitting room, like he could see straight through my skin and read the thoughts I was desperately trying to bury.I sank into the armchair opposite him, smoothing my palm over my jeans, pretending to scroll through my phone. But the truth was, my mind hadn’t rested since last night’s call with Granny. The words she’d said, the tone in her voice… and the one fact I’d been running from for years—now flying toward me at thirty thousand feet."Are you sure you’re okay?" Kraven’s voice broke into my head again. The uptenth time today.I forced a smile that felt more like stretching a band over a cracked glass. “I’m fine.”The look he gave me said he didn’t buy it for a second. And why would he? I’d been jumpy all morning, my appetite had vanished, and I’d been checking the clock like a nervous criminal waiting for the cops t

Mia’s POVThe handle of Ramson’s suitcase rattled against the tile floor as we started toward the exit. My hand stayed looped through his arm, almost possessively. I hadn’t seen him in a few years or so, and the thought of letting go now felt impossible. Beside me, Granny walked with the same steady gait she always had, scarf tucked neatly under her chin, eyes moving everywhere like she was cataloguing the world around her.Behind us, Kraven followed in measured steps. Not rushing. Not dragging. Just… there. But even without looking back, I could feel his gaze on Ramson, and maybe on me too. It wasn’t suspicious exactly, but it wasn’t casual either. Like he was studying something he wasn’t sure he understood yet.“Flight was smooth,” Granny said cheerfully, glancing between me and Kraven. “Not too much turbulence, except for a little bump over the coast. You could barely notice it if you were distracted.”I smiled faintly. “That’s good.”“It was boring,” Ramson muttered, his voice low

Kraven’s POVJust twenty-four hours after Mia's granny and the boy’s visit, I wouldn’t deny the fact that this is the most engaging part of my life. Personally, I have never been that person who was so much into family; I wasn’t groomed to be like that. I grew up with guns, orders, and silence filling the place where family warmth should have been. But now, it seems like this is the part of life I secretly wished for—only that it feels too late to even wish for it because I can’t have an heir.The thought gnawed at me, threatening to ruin my mood, but I forced myself to keep some composure. I wasn’t going to let anyone to notice the storm inside me.“Kraven, I would be stepping out with my granny for a little time to get a few things we would be needing for the house in the few days they would be here, before the maid does the major shopping tomorrow like you instructed her already. I wouldn’t know if you can stay with Ransom as we want to be as quick as possible. Taking him along wou

Kraven’s POVJust when I thought the conversation had finally ended from my granny—the moment her hands left Ramson’s cheek and the boy, almost sensing the tension, scooted to the other couch beside my grandmother—Nonna started again.Her eyes clung to him, more like stubborn and steady, as if she’d been holding back the words until now. “As far as I am concerned, Kraven,” she said firmly, “even if you want to deny it, this little boy right here is your carbon copy. Exactly how you looked at his age.”The air around me thickened. I dragged a hand over my jaw and pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing out through clenched teeth. Here we go again. I mean, could she just stop already.“Nonna,” I said slowly, trying to keep the edge out of my voice but failing this time again, “that’s enough for today. You can leave if you don’t have anything else to say. I don’t know why you keep circling back to this when, deep down, you know it doesn’t make any sense.”The anger in me was bubbling, t