บททั้งหมดของ Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Chapter 91 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ "I think I'm going to be sick," I said, setting down my ice cream. "Estelle—" Vivian started. "No, I'm serious. I just—" I pressed my hands to my stomach. "The thought of him with her. Of him touching her the way he touched me. Of him—" "Hey, hey, breathe," Millie said, rubbing my back. "We don't know that anything happened. We're just speculating." "We shouldn't have said anything," Vivian added, looking genuinely guilty now. "I'm sorry. That was shitty of us." But the seed was planted. The image was in my head. Kegan, back in Sicily, realizing that Melissa was right there. That she understood him in ways I never could. That she wouldn't make him choose between love and control because she already knew how to live in his world. "I need to know," I said suddenly. "Know what?" "If she's there. If Melissa is in Sicily with him." I grabbed my phone, hands shaking slightly. "Those fundraiser pictures. From the charity gala. We need to see if she was t

Chapter 93 KEGAN ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I had my people dig into Carrie's claims, into her leverage, into what she actually knew and what she was bluffing about. I also, against my better judgment, had them look into Estelle. The boutique was real. The suppliers were real. The magazine feature was scheduled for next month. She was doing it. Actually building the life she'd wanted. Without me. And there, in every photo from the boutique's I*******m account, was a face I didn't recognize. A man. Always just out of frame, always carefully positioned to look casual but obviously present. Dylan noticed me staring at one of the photos during a meeting. "That's Reid Whitmore," he said. "Finance guy. Old money. Connected to half of London's elite." "I didn't ask." "You were staring at his picture with so much intensity like you were planning a murder. I thought I'd save you the research time." Dylan grinned. "He's been seen with her a lot lately. Helping with the boutique. Taking her to galleries

Chapter 95 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Melissa was stunning as always. That was my first thought when I walked into the café and saw her sitting by the window. Gorgeous as usual, from the auburn hair, pretty face, designer clothes worn with effortless grace, to that sexy figure that never ceased to faze me. She looked like she belonged on the cover of something, the kind of woman photographers didn't need to pose, just point a camera at and wait. I swallowed the sting of jealousy that rose from my throat. "Estelle!" She stood, smiling warmly. "It's so lovely to see you." I smiled awkwardly, half expecting a gun in my face. We ordered coffee and settled into what should have been an awkward meeting between enemies but somehow… wasn't. "I have to say, I've read a bit about your background," Melissa said, stirring sugar into her cup with a delicacy that felt almost ceremonial. "A library assistant who launches her own fashion line within months of leaving that life behind. That's not just

Chapter 97 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Reid's hand tightened on my back. "I think you should leave." "I don't think I will." Kegan took a sip of champagne, his eyes glittering with something dangerous and amused, utterly unbothered by the growing audience around us. "You see, I have a vested interest in this establishment. And as someone who helped make it possible, I think I'm entitled to stay and enjoy the celebration." "How dare you?” Reid exploded. "How dare you walk in here…?” "Shhh," Kegan pressed a finger to his own lips, the gesture almost lazy, like he was hushing a child throwing a tantrum in a restaurant. "You don't want to do that with me." He looked Reid over like he was something unpleasant stuck to his shoe, "I belong with her. You, on the other hand, are the outcast here. You should leave now. Her boyfriend is back." I was well aware that the crowd was watching, some even recording. "Kegan, stop this madness. You gave me a gift I never asked for," I said, my voice shaking wi

Chapter 99 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ "Reid has been patient," I said quietly, dangerously. "He's been kind. He's helped me build this without demanding anything in return. No ultimatums. No threats. No disappearing for months because I didn't immediately fall in line." Every word landed like a stone dropped into still water, each one deliberate, each one meant to wound. "He's also been calculating his investment," Kegan shot back. "Waiting for the right moment to demand payment. You think he's helping you out of the goodness of his heart? He wants you, Estelle. He's just playing a longer game than I did." "At least he's not trying to buy me!" I screamed. "At least he doesn't think his money gives him the right to walk in here and claim me like property!" "I never thought—" "Didn't you?" I moved closer to him, my voice dropping to something lethal. "You walked in here tonight and announced I was yours. In front of everyone. Like I had no say in it. Like my opinion didn't matter. Like the o