All Chapters of The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Imogen’s PovThoughts ran amok in my head as I walked home— the bullied girl’s face was engraved in my brain. Her soaked body and the smell— the smell that almost made me throw up.As I got to a curb, still lost in thought, voices could be heard afar off from where I was then I looked up and it was my mom and one of her boyfriend arguing— again.I did not grow up in the conventional family setting— no— I grew up in the best kind of family you could have imagined. That was till the incident that turned everything to shit.My father was the mayor of the town for 5 years and was loved by everyone— he was the best in all the counties well until Savannah’s dad came into the picture. He had shown interest in running but everyone wrote him off, due to his past attitude to the people of the town but my father urged everyone to give him a fair chance of running.My father was the best man I had ever known. He taught me that money wasn’t needed for one to be happy. As such I was contented wit

Imogen’s PovI hid in my room for days for days as a way of coping in all of this madness.My phone was switched off, the only connection I had to the real world was my ipod and that kept me sane. I tried looking for options— I needed a way to get out of here and start my life over but I didn’t have the means to, so, I was stuck.“Imogen!”My mom called from down stairs but as the norm around here was— I ignored her totally.Maybe as usual she would get tired and shut the fuck up.“Imogen!”This time she sounded louder than the usuals— still I didn’t bother.“Young lady, do not make me come up there…”I didn’t wait for her to finish before opening my door and coming down the stairs as I saw Perry with my mom talking.Oh, fuck!I had no idea he’d come to my house.I had no idea he knew where I lived and I looked at what I had on— I was in my shorts and a crop top that had barely covered my boobs. I was embarrassed.“Mom!” I picked a throw pillow from the couch and used it to cover my

Imogen’s povIt had been a day since the incident— a day since my life had cracked in half and I had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. I had tried, really tried desperately to act normal, to keep my breathing steady, to keep my heart from beating too fast, but it was impossible.Every corner of my mind was haunted by the memory of her face, the sharp, predatory spark in Savannah’s eyes before everything went out of control. Even closing my eyes brought no relief. In the darkness of my room, shadows bend into shapes, and in the corner of every room, every hallway in my mind, she lurked. I had told my mother I was sick. Not that it mattered to her. She rarely cared about what I felt or needed anymore— her attention more often absorbed by her own chaotic life than by the daughter she was supposed to nurture.“Imogen,” her voice called, cutting through the thick silence of my room like a sharp.I didn’t respond. Not this time. I didn’t turn. I barely moved. Maybe, just

Silas’s Pov“No! I told you that they do not get to leave because if they do then our plan won’t be successful,” I yelled at the phone.“But boss…” a voice came from the other end.“You don’t get to second guess my decision, and if you are not capable— I could send Pete to take over,” I shot back, my voice was so sharp, it could slice through walls.“I’ll get it done, boss.”“Good.” I removed the phone from my ear and took a sip of whiskey from my glass.I had barely ended the call with one of my men when the door burst open.Pete came in, carrying something— no, someone— in his arms. At first, I thought it was some casualty he had possibly dragged in from the street out of being kind, but as the dim light caught her face, my entire body froze.Imogen.For a heartbeat, the world shifted. My hand went numb, and the phone I was holding clattered against the hardwood floor, but I didn’t care.I crossed the room in three strides, faster than I thought possible, and dragged her from his a

Silas’s PovI was pacing when Pete came in with yet another mysterious woman— I had no idea who this was but she was dressed in a maid clothing.This wasn’t what I asked for.This wasn’t what I wanted.But Pete knew better than to test my patience. If he dared bring someone into my space without reason, he had better come with an explanation that would save his skin“Boss,” he called out.I stopped mid-step, my glare snapping to him. My eyes shifted to the woman standing half a step behind him, her head bowed, hands clutching the edge of her apron like she thought it could shield her from me.“Who the fuck is this?” My voice cut through the air like a whip.Pete raised his palms, careful, and measured. “She’s not a threat.”I ignored him, my attention was fixed on her. “Speak! Who are you?”The woman’s throat worked as she tried to form words. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling like glass about to break. “I… I’m her maid. Please… I didn’t come to cause trouble.”A maid?Pete