All Chapters of One Night With The Mafia Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Natasha's POV** The maids had cleared the plates, and everyone was moving from the dining table. I exhaled slowly, relieved to finally leave the tense dining table. But just as I reached the bottom of the steps, I heard his voice behind me. “If that was your best effort to make a good impression, you’ve failed already. So… that’s how you plan to impress me? By showing up late and sitting there like you’ve got nothing to say?” His tone was sharp, and mocking. “I wasn’t late on purpose. I came straight here after landing.” He shrugged “You think that excuses anything? If we’re doing this marriage thing, you need to get one thing straight—I don’t have patience for excuses.” “I wasn’t aware I needed to impress you. I didn’t come here to perform for you.” I replied tightening my grip on my bag. “Perform? You couldn’t even hold a proper conversation. Sitting there looking lost… not a good start, Natasha.” “I wasn’t lost. I was trying to be polite.” I said frowning. He let

**Natasha's POV**I was weak in the knees, I tried to think but it wasn't working. Plus, his hand was unbelievably close to mine on the table. Barely an inch and we'd be touching.Was he gonna touch me after ignoring my existence for a week now? I mean, I don't mind it but we gotta be logical, yeah?I watched his lips curve into a mischievous smirk as his hand moved. I held my breath but I didn't feel the touch. My eyes darted to the table to see that he had passed my hand and instead, picked a strawberry from the plate just beside my hand, throwing it into his mouth. He chuckled. What?It felt like the ground should open up and swallow me. I was utterly embarrassed and to add to it, my cheeks had turned a deep shade of pink. I shook my head, rather unnecessarily, and made to back away from him. Barely moved an inch when I hit something hard and almost fell.Yes! Your imagination is right this time. He caught me.Before the pain hit me, I was consumed by the sudden feeling of his ha

**Natasha's POV**I didn't exactly have any expectations of what the party would be like but I had imaginations of what a rich people party would be like and I must say, those imaginations were far surpassed.In a good and bad way. Mostly the bad though!The hall was lavishly decorated, cars and limousines of different models lined outside. The carpet was screaming wealth and the chandeliers were glittering. Waiters and waitresses in white and black were everywhere, maybe a count would show that they were more than the guests. It took a lot in me to not gasp as I stared at the entire place in awe. Well, that's the good part!The bad part is that the party was awfully boring. The music airing through the speakers sounded like something from the 90’s. Music from the 90’s is kinda good but not this one, the singer probably had a cough on the day this was recorded. Everyone was quiet, I looked around and they were all divided into groups but you could only see their lips move but not hea

**Natasha’s POV**It was a quiet afternoon. I had just finished cleaning the living room when the sound of a car pulling up broke the silence. My stomach tightened. He hadn’t mentioned expecting anyone.A moment later, the front door opened, and his tall figure appeared , sharp suit, cold eyes, and that familiar air of authority that filled the room before he even spoke. Gosh! My worst nightmare is back.But today, he wasn’t alone.“Natasha, this is my friend, Alex” he said, his tone flat, almost bored. “Alex, meet my wife, Natasha.”I turned to look at the man beside him… and froze. My breath caught in my throat.It was him.The doctor from that day. The one who had been there when I made the most painful decision of my life. My pulse raced so fast I thought Liam would hear it.Fuck!!!!!What the hell is he doing here?Dr. Jones’s lips curled into a small, almost knowing smile. His eyes scanned me slowly, deliberately, as if remembering every detail from our last encounter. It wasn

**Natasha’s POV**“Come in,” was all I heard after I knocked.I stood outside his office door for a long moment, my heart beating so fast I thought I might faint. I hadn’t told him I was coming. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want this at all. But I couldn’t take another night of his messages or threats. I needed him to stop.My fingers trembled as I turned the handle and stepped inside.He looked up from his desk, surprised at first, then a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.“Well, well… Natasha,” he said softly, leaning back in his chair. “I didn’t expect you today.”I closed the door behind me, my back pressed against it for a second as if I could hide there. My throat felt dry.“Let’s just… get this over with,” I whispered, avoiding his eyes.His smile grew wider. He stood and walked slowly around the desk, circling me like a predator sizing up its prey. “So you’ve finally decided,” he said, his voice low and smug. “I knew you would. You love your husband too much to risk him