บททั้งหมดของ Secret Child For Ruthless Don: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 77

Elena“I know, honey,” he tells me, breathing heavily.I glance behind me to make sure Tony is nowhere in sight before turning back to him.“Have you ever tried to find her?” I know I shouldn’t, but right now I wonder where she is. If she’s even alive.My father is grief personified. He seems to choose his words before he says, “The last time I heard from your mother was five years ago. When she was getting on a plane to Germany.”My breath catches.“Oh. I think she really wanted to run away from us, huh?”Concern was etched across every inch of my father’s face.“It’s okay,” I quickly reassure him, managing to force a smile. “We have you. And you’re more than enough. And like I said, you’ll always have us.”There will always be a part of me that cares about my mother. But I’m not the same person I was before. I’ve grown up, matured. I’ve sorted out my feelings for her, and I’ve let go of a lot of the resentment. My mother may not have been the person I desperately wanted to be. But I

Roman“Who killed him?”“The same man who has your daughter,” he tells me. “He stole the van. Killed all the men and took her.”My heart races in my chest.“Enough of the vague details,” I growl, leaning forward and grabbing his chest. “Who has my daughter?”“Matthew,” he breathes. “Mathew has it.”I’m about to ask him who the hell Mathew is when the phone starts ringing. Tony hands it to me. I glance at the restricted ID number flashing on the screen.One quick glance at Michael, and he’s pulled out his laptop. He sits down, and I’m sure he’s getting ready to trace the number as I answer.“Hello?”“Roman De Luca,” a strange voice says. “This is Mathew Russo.”Two minutes earlier, I’d never heard that name in my life. Now, the mere mention of it makes me furious.“I don’t know who the hell you are, but if there’s not a single strand of hair on my daughter’s head, I’ll…”“Enough with the threats,” he interrupts, sounding bored.My hand tightens around the phone.“I’m not going to hurt

Elena.When I was younger, I dreamed of a love like my parents'. A love that transcends everything and everyone. A love that is pure, kind, selfless. But that dream was shattered when my mother left, forever changing my view of love.I love my daughter. I love my family. I love my friends. But when it comes to Roman, I'm not sure where he stands. I've never been in love. How can I recognize it if I don't know what it is? And that’s exactly what I told him after Roman dropped the bomb on me a few days ago.He just kissed my forehead and told me with a patient smile that I knew. And when I did, he wanted to be the first to know.Sometimes it really does feel like a dream. And I think that’s what holds me back. The fear that one day I’ll wake up and he’ll be gone.Cassie giggles as I shake the rattle over her head, her eyes following it as I move it from one side to the other. She’s in her crib, and I’m standing over her.I haven't been away from her for more than a few minutes since she