All Chapters of One Night With The Mafia Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

**Natasha’s POV**The second drink came faster than I expected. I didn’t even remember asking for it, but there it was in front of me, fresh and cold, the glass sweating against my fingers.I took a sip, slower this time. The vodka didn’t taste any better, but it made the edges of my thoughts blur a little. That was good. I didn’t want to think too clearly.“I don’t even know who she was,” I mumbled, staring at the liquid swirling in my glass. “Tall… long hair… pretty.” The word tasted bitter on my tongue. “He looked at her like….like he used to look at me.”My throat tightened, and I quickly took another gulp before the tears could fall. The music thumped behind me, the bass heavy in my chest, but it still couldn’t drown out the picture in my head—the way he bent her over, his flushed face and half-lidded eyes like nothing else in the world existed.I shook my head, as if that could erase the memory, but it didn’t.Someone slid into the seat next to me, but I didn’t bother looking up

**Natasha's POV**I finished my food and walked back to my room to get ready for the journey.I let my hair fall back as I brushed the sides. My beauty radiated and I stared at the mirror with a smile. I slid into gladiator sandals and then walked out of the room. I met my mum and dad talking to each other and I admired their love.I cleared my throat as I ascended the stairs. My soft manicured nails made cracking sounds as they brushed against the rails. It's been years since I made long journeys with my father.“Okay Tasha, let's go,” my dad said.I hugged my mum and joined him outside. Our official driver was already waiting beside one of the cars. We boarded it and he drove us to the airport. Twenty minutes later, we were on a flight to Texas. We sat next to each other in the business class wing.He cleared his throat, “Do you remember the last time we made a father-and-daughter journey?” “That was when I was twelve” I shrugged and stared at the window. “So, this man we are head

**Natasha's POV** One Week Later I woke up feeling… strange. My head felt heavy, and my stomach churned a little. It wasn’t the kind of pain that needed medicine, just a dull, nagging discomfort.I rubbed my temples and sighed. Maybe I didn’t sleep well… or maybe I skipped dinner last night, but I didn't.The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, warm against my face. I pushed myself up from bed, moving slowly, as if my body was heavier than usual.I entered the bathroom and splashed water on my face, hoping it would wake me up. I stared at my reflection. My skin looked a little pale, and my eyes… tired.As I picked up my hair brush, I felt this sudden feeling that I didn't understand and in the next minute, I found myself throwing up in the sink. I rinsed my mouth and washed my face before coming out.“What kind of feeling is this? Why am I suddenly throwing up this early morning?” I asked myself. “Hope it isn't what I am thinking.”I brushed my

**Natasha’s POV**She held my arm as we walked slowly out of Dr. Jones’ office. My legs still felt weak, and I tried not to look at the floor because every step reminded me of what had just happened.We stepped into the hospital corridor. The smell of the disinfectant was strong, and somewhere down the hall a nurse’s shoes squeaked on the tiles. I kept my head down, my hair falling forward to hide my face because I was so ashamed of myself.She leaned close and whispered, “Don’t rush. Just walk slowly.”I nodded without looking at her. My hands were cold, so I rubbed them together as we moved past the waiting area. A mother with a crying baby glanced at us, but I quickly looked away.When we reached the front desk, the nurse who attended to us earlier smiled faintly and said, “Have a good day.”I forced a small nod. My voice felt stuck in my throat, so I didn’t reply.Outside, the late afternoon air touched my face. It was cooler than I expected, and I took a deep breath like I hadn’t

**Natasha's POV**The plane landed and I got off. I checked my time and it was a few minutes past 1pm.I collected my small bag from the cabin and walked through the airport, following the directions Liam’s assistant had texted me earlier. After about twenty minutes in a taxi, I arrived at his family’s estate. The gates were tall, black, and intimidating, with golden designs at the top.The guard at the gate already had my name on a list and let me in without questions.My heart was beating a little faster as I stepped out of the taxi. I adjusted my dress and walked up the clean marble steps leading to the wide wooden double doors.I rang the bell.The door opened, and there stood Liam, well-dressed, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine. But his eyes… cold.He glanced at his watch and then at me. His lips curled slightly not into a smile, but into something sharper.“You’re late.”I blinked. “Late? The flight landed just….”“I said you are late. Don’t you know how to kee