All Chapters of Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Rebecca from IT turned out to be a nervous twenty-something year old with purple highlights and eyebags that suggested she ran on caffeine and anxiety. She got me set up with logins, passwords, and access to what she called "the nightmare," which was a fitting name for the campaign's existing social media accounts. "Fair warning," she said, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she pulled up dashboards, the whole gesture carrying the frantic energy of someone perpetually three tasks behind. "It's bad. Like, really bad. The last person who joined us here lasted three weeks before Barbara made them cry in the supply closet." "Three weeks?" "Well, two weeks and four days, technically. But who's counting?" She gave me a sympathetic look. "You seem nice. Try not to take anything Barbara says personally. She's terrifying to everyone." "Good to know." "Also, don't ever be late to morning briefings. Don't contradict Ms. Ashford in public. And for the love

Chapter 63 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Marco drove us to Kegan's penthouse using a route so complicated I lost track after the third unnecessary turn. We entered through the underground garage, then took a service elevator that required a keycard and a fingerprint scan. "This is excessive," I muttered. "And very necessary," Marco responded. "After that reporter ambushed you, we have to assume you're being watched. Which means we take precautions." The elevator opened directly into Kegan's apartment, and he was waiting. The relief that flooded through me at seeing him was almost painful in its intensity. It had only been hours since I'd seen him last, but those hours had felt like years. And now, with everything falling apart around me, he looked like the only steady thing left standing in a world that wouldn't stop spinning. Steady, and undeniably still dangerous, but I found I didn't have the energy left to hold that against him tonight. "Come here," he said quietly. I went, and his arms

Chapter 65 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I finally finished editing Carrie's disaster of a social media campaign at 4:23 AM. My eyes burnt from staring at the screen for two straight hours. Every muscle in my body ached from sitting hunched over Kegan's reading table, and all I wanted was to crawl back into bed and sleep for approximately seventeen years. But I was also weirdly wired. That particular combination of exhaustion and alertness that came from working late into the night while running on adrenaline and caffeine. So instead of going back to the bedroom, I decided to find Kegan. Show him I'd finished. Maybe steal a few minutes of his time before the sun came up and the real world intruded again. I knew he loved working in the kitchen so I strolled into the lift. It took me down to the kitchen level. I could hear voices before the doors even opened. I could hear the deep, familiar male voice. Then a second voice, lighter, feminine. The doors slid open, and I saw them. Kegan was stan

Chapter 67 ESTELLE ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I'd been working with Carrie for two weeks already. Two weeks of pretending I was Elara Rothschild, sophisticated social media strategist, and not Estelle Mercer, the terrified poor girl thrown into the world of the high and mighty now playing dress-up. They'd moved me to a new office after the first week. This one was bigger and more private. No glass walls this time. An actual door that locked. A window overlooking the street where Marco's car was always visible, he was now a dark shadow of protection I'd grown dependent on. Kegan wouldn't listen when I raised concerns about what people might think with Marco always hovering at work, so to keep up with my status, we'd had to inform Barbara that Marco was my personal bodyguard and my brother wouldn't let me leave the house without him. Carrie herself didn't care much. If anything, it was extra proof that I came from wealth and was working for passion and not just money. I was reviewing analytics when

Chapter 69 KEGAN ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ The coffee had gone cold two hours ago, but I kept drinking it anyway, staring at the security feeds from Carrie's campaign headquarters on one monitor while tracking shipment manifests on another. Multitasking had always been my strong suit, and lately it was a survival requirement. Through the earpiece I'd been wearing since Estelle walked into that building this morning, I'd heard everything. From the conversations, to every footstep in her hallway, to every anxious breath she took when she thought no one was listening. That Oliver guy had already written his own death certificate, he just didn't know it yet. All that was left was the signature. It'd just take one more foolish move from him for it to happen. The baby blanket had nearly made me drive straight to her office and drag her out by force. But Estelle, stubborn, brilliant, infuriating Estelle, had made it clear she wasn't going anywhere. But that wouldn't have stopped me if I really wanted h