All Chapters of Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 40 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ The shower was already running, steam filling the massive bathroom as I stood there in my borrowed sleep shirt, suddenly very aware that I’d just agreed to get naked with a man who’d admitted to killing someone an hour ago. “What’s going on in your head?” Kegan asked, his back to me as he stepped under the spray. “You just told me you killed someone.” “And you said you were worried about my bruises.” He turned to face me, water running down his chest, over the dark marks on his ribs. “So either you meant it, or you’re having second thoughts.” I pulled the shirt over my head before I could lose my nerve. His eyes darkened as he watched me undress, tracking every movement like he was memorizing it. When I was finally standing there in nothing, he gestured for me to join him. The water was hot—almost too hot—but Kegan pulled me under the spray with him, his hands immediately going to my waist. “Turn around,” he said quietly. I did, and felt his han

Chapter 42 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ The emerald dress fit like a second skin, and I hated how good I looked in it. “Stop fidgeting,” Millie said from where she was applying the final touches to her own makeup. She was dressed in a stunning burgundy gown, her role tonight as a wealthy art collector’s daughter giving her access to the upper circles. “You look like you’re about to throw up.” “I might,” I admitted, staring at my reflection. The woman looking back at me wasn’t Estelle Mercer, library assistant from South London. She was Elara Rothschild, campaign strategist fresh from New York, supposedly headhunted by several political powerhouses for her work on the recent senatorial race. All lies. All fabricated by Kegan in less than seventy-two hours. “You’ll be fine,” Vivian said, adjusting the small diamond earring that housed the communication device. “We’ve been over this a hundred times. You’re brilliant at reading people. Just use that.” “Reading people in a library is differen

Chapter 44 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Melissa Mancini stood in the doorway like she’d been painted there by a Renaissance master, with her black gown hugging every curve with a precision that only came from having a designer who knew your body better than you did. Her auburn hair was swept into an elegant updo that showcased a neck that belonged in jewelry advertisements, and her makeup was so flawless it looked like she’d been born that way. She was everything I wasn’t—sophisticated, confident, beautiful in that effortless way that came from generations of good breeding and better bank accounts. And she was looking at me like I was something she’d found stuck to the bottom of her Louboutins. “Well,” she said, her voice carrying that particular blend of amusement and curiosity. “Isn’t this interesting.” Adrian turned, his hand still loosely holding my wrist. “Baby. There you are. I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost.” “I was saying hello to some old friends downstairs.” Melissa

Chapter 46 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I sat in the back seat of the sleek black Mercedes and tried very hard not to think about what had just happened in that library. My legs were still shaking. My entire body felt like it was humming with residual energy, like I’d been plugged into an electrical socket and then abruptly unplugged. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my thighs, his mouth between my thighs…in a public place. His enemy’s place. Blushing, I palmed my face and giggled like a school girl. It was not a good thing, because the driver was looking at me curiously through the mirror. Stop. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about Kegan. I pulled out my phone and dialed Vivian, needing the distraction of normalcy. She answered on the second ring. “There you are!” Her voice was bright and slightly tipsy. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you! Millie thought you got kidnapped by a duke or something.” “I didn’t get kidnapped,” I said, my face heating even more. “I just

Chapter 48 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I’d never craved a man as much as I did right now. Kegan carried me through corridors I didn’t recognize, past doors that pulsed with bass-heavy music and sounds that made my face burn. The white light above our destination grew brighter as we approached, and I realized my heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My princess dress flowed behind us like a cape, and I was acutely aware that dozens of masked strangers could see us—could see me being carried like a prize by a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a dark fairytale. “You know,” Kegan said conversationally, “I had a bet with myself about how long you’d last. Seven minutes is actually impressive for someone in heels.” “The door was locked,” I said breathlessly. “Life’s not fair, baby girl. Also—” He shifted me in his arms to open a door marked with a white light. “—that particular door is never locked. You just panicked and didn’t turn the handle properly.” “What?!”