บททั้งหมดของ Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

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.” “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 only thing that mattered was that you’d decided you wanted me back. Knowing fully well we were not ev

Chapter 101 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I woke up to the sound of a door slamming. Not just any door slam—it sounded like someone was about to die, and there was a very real possibility that someone was me. My head felt like it had been split open with an axe. My mouth tasted like I’d swallowed a car battery. And I was naked. Very, very naked. On my couch. With Melissa. Also very naked. Tangled together like some kind of catastrophic modern art installation titled “How to Destroy Your Life in One Night.” “Oh fuck,” I managed, my voice coming out as a croak. Melissa stirred against me, her eyes still closed. “What—” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” Dylan’s voice cut through the penthouse like a gunshot, and suddenly I was wide awake, adrenaline flooding my system despite the nuclear-level hangover threatening to liquefy my brain. I looked up to find not just Dylan standing in my living room. Russel was there too. Arms crossed. Face expressionless in that terrifying way that meant he was abo

AUTHOR’S NOTE Okay… quick time-out. 😌 I saw a comment calling Kegan weak and I won’t lie, I clutched my chest a little because… excuse me? That’s my baby you’re talking about. Please be gentle. He’s already been through enough. 😭 But seriously, every character in this series has their own personality, and I’ve been very intentional about staying consistent with who they are. If you pay attention, you’ll notice they all read differently, think differently, and react differently, because they are different people. Masculinity is not one thing. It isn’t always dominance, control, violence, or emotional detachment. Sometimes masculinity is quiet. Sometimes it is restraint. Sometimes it is collapse. They are not meant to react the same way to pain, love, or loss. If they all behaved the same, we would just be reading the same man in different outfits. These past chapters are Kegan’s breaking point. It is very easy to label a character as “weak” when you finally see their lowest m

Chapter 104 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Needing a distraction, I let Reid pick me up at seven. “You look stunning,” he said, kissing my cheek with practiced affection that made me wince. “Thank you,” I managed, smoothing down the dress I’d chosen. It was a black silk that accentuated my curves, an impulse purchase during a particularly low moment. “I’ve arranged for us to be seated at the most visible table,” Reid continued as he drove. “The photographer from Tatler will be there, and I’ve confirmed that—” Whatever need I had for a distraction died instantly. “Reid,” I interrupted. “Why are we doing this?” He looked at me, genuinely confused. “Doing what?” “This. The staged dinners. The carefully positioned photos. The media circus. Why can’t we just… be?” “We are being,” he said smoothly. “We’re being strategic. You’re a rising star in the fashion world, darling. These appearances matter. They build your brand, establish you as someone important, someone worth paying atte

Chapter 106 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I stood outside Kegan’s door, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might break through my ribcage. What was I doing? Coming here unannounced, late at night, after everything that had happened between us—it was absolutely insane. I’d rehearsed what I wanted to say during the entire drive over. Practiced the apology, the explanation, the admission that I’d been wrong about so many things. But now that I was actually here, standing in front of his door with my hand raised to knock, every carefully prepared word had evaporated from my mind. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he didn’t even let me inside? What if—worst of all—what if he looked at me with complete indifference, like I was just another person who’d briefly passed through his life and left no lasting impression? You should leave, the rational part of my brain screamed. Turn around. Go home. Stop making a fool of yourself. But I couldn’t. I’d already tu