Semua Bab Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 90 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Inside my apartment, I immediately called Vivian. “How was it?” she answered on the first ring. “Complicated.” I collapsed onto my couch. “He kissed me.” “And?” “And then Harrods called and wants to place a massive order and now I’m panicking and I don’t know if I can actually do this.” “Wait, back up. Harrods? As in the Harrods?” I explained everything—the dinner, the connections, the impossible deadline, the kiss. “Okay,” Vivian said when I finished. “First of all, congratulations. This is huge. Second, we’re going to help you. You, me, and Millie. We’ll figure this out together.” “But—” “Not another but. This is your dream, Estelle. We’re not going to let you fail because you’re scared.” After we hung up, I sat in the darkness of my apartment and thought about that kiss. A girl always does. Reid was perfect. Almost too perfect. My phone vibrated. Speak of the devil: *You’re amazing. Don’t forget that.* How sweet and thoughtful. I fell

Chapter 92Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦Six weeks.That’s how long it has been. I stood on the balcony of my bedroom at dawn, watching the sun rise over the vineyards, a glass of whiskey in my hand even though it was barely six AM. Sleep had become a stranger—two, maybe three hours a night if I was lucky. The rest of the time, I worked. Trained. Drank.Anything to keep my mind from wandering back to London.Back to her.“You look like shit,” a voice said from behind me.I didn’t turn. “Good morning to you too, Melissa.”She moved to stand beside me at the railing, already dressed for the day in riding clothes. She’d taken to going out early, riding the horses across the estate before anyone else was awake.“Couldn’t sleep again?” she asked.“Sleep is overrated.”“So is pretending you’re fine when you’re clearly not.” She took the glass from my hand and took a sip, grimacing. “Whiskey before breakfast. That’s a new low, even for you.”“It’s medicinal.”“And very pathetic.” She handed the glass ba

Chapter 94Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦The boutique opening was officially in three days, and I was absolutely losing my mind.Not in the excited, butterflies-in-stomach way I’d imagined. More in the I-haven’t-slept-in-forty-eight-hours-and-I’m-pretty-sure-I-just-put-my-keys-in-the-refrigerator way.“You need to eat something,” Reid said, appearing with a sandwich I hadn’t asked for.“I need to finish the window display.”“You finished it an hour ago. Then you took it apart and started over. Twice.” He set the sandwich on the counter. “Estelle, you’re over stressing.”“God forbid a girl wants perfection on her big day.”“You’re having a breakdown.” He said it gently, without judgment. “Which is completely understandable given the circumstances, but you still need to eat.”Reid had been a godsend these past weeks. Patient when I was impossible, helpful when I was drowning, present without being pushy. He’d connected me with more investors, smoothed over issues with suppliers, even helped me wal

Chapter 96 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ We’d sold out of three designs in the first week. The Vogue feature had gone live yesterday, and my I*******m had gained fifteen thousand followers overnight. Emma had called me “London’s most exciting new voice in sustainable luxury,” which felt both incredible and terrifying in equal measure. Tonight was the official celebration—an evening event for investors, press, influencers, and a handful of people, thanks to Reid’s endless connections and recommendations. “You need to stop touching your hair,” Millie said, slapping my hand away from my head for the third time in ten minutes. “Or you’ll ruin my handwork. Now breathe before you pass out and ruin your very expensive dress.” I groaned, then rolled my eyes in exasperation. The dress was expensive—one of my own designs, a deep beige silk that hugged every curve and made me feel like the woman I’d been pretending to be for the past two months. Confident. Successful. Absolutely not dying inside o

Chapter 97Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦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. “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 two lips over Reid’s mouth like he was shushing an annoying kid. “You don’t want to do that with me.” He looked Reid over like he was a piece of death stuck under 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 with anger and near tears. “You never asked for it back. You never—”“A gift,” he interrupted. “Yes, that’s ex