All Chapters of BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

OLIVIA“Olivia?” Darren called after me, his footsteps thudding behind as I walked away. “Olivia, wait.”Wait? Hell no.After what had happened?Things had escalated quickly. I’d tried to break them out of the brawl, but what did I get in return? A punch on my lips.Darren had used so much pressure that the pain from his fist still lingered, making my lip throb.Knowing Axel wasn’t fine health wise was enough to get me mad at Darren. I’d seen him bleeding all over the floor, and it just… hurt me, you know?I had to yell at him to go home. Especially after he’d retaliated, slamming Darren hard into the wall after he’d punched me… unintentionally.Darren refused to stop following me. My lips hurt, and I could taste the blood trickling down. I wanted to get away from everything, to tend to my injury and have a little moment of rest, but Darren wouldn’t stop trying to explain.“Olivia, please.”“I told you to leave me the fuck alone." I didn’t turn around to face him. I kept walking, almo

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSII wasn’t expecting to see her. Not in the estate, not after everything that had happened, and definitely not in my room.But she was standing there, carrying my son in her arms, eyes locked onto the woman I was kissing—Svetlana Mohzarov.She’d whispered her name like she’d frozen in shock after halting two steps away from the door. My throat tightened, and I muttered under my breath, hating that she’d walked in on me kissing another woman while I was still trying to win her over.Svetlana, unaware of the undeniable tension hovering over us, walked towards Olivia, her hands clapping excitedly as she stared at Alix.“Red,” she chimed, sounding excited like she’d met her favorite celebrity. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”Olivia didn’t even look at me, or maybe she just didn’t want to acknowledge my presence. Her lips curled into a smile I knew was forced, nodding while picking up the baby bag she’d dropped.“Svetlana,” she murmured, ignoring the handshake Lan

OLIVIA"No," I said quietly, the word slipping out of my lips after a long pause.Axel’s eyes narrowed. “No?”“I don’t want to have sex with you.”He averted his face briefly, running his fingers through his beard. I struggled to breathe properly, and pangs of regret stirred in my stomach.Rejecting him was the hardest thing to do. And it also felt wrong, knowing I wanted him to touch me more than anything.His voice grew deeper. “How long are you going to keep rejecting me, Olivia?”For as long as I could control myself. I swallowed hard, settling for another excuse because that was the only way I could express myself.“You’re engaged to someone else.”“That’s not a fucking excuse." Axel grasped my shoulders, my eyes glancing at the scar above his eyebrow. “You know calling it off wouldn’t be a problem.”I didn’t want him to call off the engagement and alliance because of me. Don Mohzarov wanted that wedding to happen, and I couldn’t take Svetlana’s dreams away because obviously… sh

OLIVIA“What the fuck is going on here?” I asked, voice loud enough to bring down the roof as I walked in. “Who the hell is she?”Darren pulled away from the woman immediately. She didn’t flinch and didn’t have the same fear of being caught in her eyes like he did. She didn’t even budge.Rather, she stared at me, a smile spreading over her lips like she’d seen something interesting.Darren reached for me, his fingers slick and slightly shaking as they tightened around my wrist.“Olivia,” even his voice wasn’t steady. “You’re back.”I shot him a cold glare, almost sending him staggering into my dressing mirror. Was that the answer to my fucking question? Darting my eyes back to the woman, why was she staring at me like she was checking me out?Or like she wanted to see the difference between us. Even when she had all the physical and body curves that I didn’t.My chest tightened at the thoughts of her being Fiona—his supposed ex-girlfriend who broke his heart.Knowing how petty Darren

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSIOlivia was something else. One minute she was giving me signals, turning me on, and the next minute—she’s storming off and telling me to suck myself.When would I finally understand what women wanted? Or what they really meant when they said something? Svetlana had called me earlier, asking if I was still on my way to the resort. I had to turn her down and give some flimsy excuse. She’d gotten annoyed and ended the call while sobbing.But I couldn’t care less about how she felt.Marriage with her wasn’t something I wanted.It was only because I needed an alliance badly. And Mohzarov didn’t have anything to spare without getting something back in return.“Is Alix ready to go home?” I asked Rosa, glancing at the wall clock for the time.It was six thirty-nine. Red would surely have my head for defiling her orders of having her son home by exactly six.It was surprising that she hadn’t called yet.“He’s asleep,” Rosa said, carrying him in his arms. “Do you still wa