my mafia brother-in-law, stole my heart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

A month passed…Bella stepped into the hospital, followed the endless hallway, and pushed open the door to his room.There he was, pale and still. The nurse told her he was in an induced coma, and she was the only one who’d come.“Hey, Connor. Wake up already. Did I forgive you? Not yet. But I get why you were pissed. Honestly, I screwed up too.” She let out a dry laugh. “I lied. I did love you, but maybe I was just… grateful? Or confused. Or angry. Hell, even my dad saw you as a son, and you scared the crap out of him.” She rested her head lightly on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. “Why can’t I just let go of all this mess, Connor?” Tears spilled over as she took his hand.“Next time, don’t hold back,” she whispered, her damp cheek brushing his. “Kill me. Wake up.” She turned to leave, but his fingers tightened around hers. She froze. His eyes were still closed.“Hey, welcome back. Neither of us died. Come on, open your eyes. Look at me.”He did, and there she

There was a beat of silence. She exhaled. “I’m out of the country right now, but I’ll hit you up when I’m back so we can meet. What’s your name?”“Adana. And Bella… thanks for not hanging up on me. Most people would’ve.”“I’m not most people. Alright, Adana. I’ll see you then.”After she hung up, she turned to Michael. “That was Lucas’s girlfriend.”Michael nearly choked on his coffee. “You’re fucking kidding me.”“I gave him the green light. We’re married on paper for the kids. I told him to keep his distractions private and away from me. I’m not stressing over this right now; I’m here for you. Oh, and let me grab the meds.” She opened the door to find JJ with a tray.“Hi, Bella. This is for you, and the meds are for him.”“Thanks, JJ. I was just about to grab them,” Bella said.He gave her a quick once-over, grinned, then left. “What was that about?”“He’s into you,” Michael said. “Pretty sure my dad is too.”“Well, it’s nice to know someone likes me,” she said, handing him the pill

Bella stepped into the living room and found a six-year-old girl standing there, arms crossed, staring her down. Michael was outside on the patio, loudly arguing on the phone.She sat down beside the girl. "Hey, I’m Bella," she said."I’m Ani. Dad says you’re his friend," the girl replied flatly."Yep, that’s me. Hope that’s okay with you. I’ve got a daughter a year younger than you and three boys.""How long are you staying?" Ani asked, her tone skeptical."Forever, if I get my way. I kind of love your dad.""Do I have to call you mom?""No, Bella’s fine," she said, holding out her hand. Ani hesitantly took it. "Your braid’s coming loose. Want me to fix it?"Ani nodded and turned around, letting Bella work on her hair. Just then, Michael walked in, stopping dead in his tracks. He stared, speechless, like he’d just walked into some alternate universe. He grinned. “My girls,” kissing the tops of their heads. Ani giggled, then rattled off something in Armenian. He listened, nodded, and

Michael’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen; someone was at the door. Then, the gun appeared. He slammed the brakes, whipped the car around, and dialed Lucas.“There’s a psycho at your door with a gun pointed at Bella,” he barked.“Fuck,” Lucas hissed. “I’m on my way.”Michael tried calling Bella. No answer.“Adana, right?” Bella said, eyeing her swollen belly. Lucas mentioned you.“Yeah, glad you know my name.“He mentioned me. How? I’m nothing to him, just a shadow. He’s obsessed with you.”“Don’t do that. Don’t act like you’re nothing. You’re carrying his kid. He was thrilled; it’s a boy.”“Why are you being nice to me?”“I’m not. Just stating facts.” Adana stepped closer as Bella backed toward the couch.“Sit down,” Bella said.Adana pressed the gun to Bella’s forehead. “You ready to die?”“Are you ready to lose your kid forever?” Bella shot back as Lucas and Michael burst in.“Adana,” Lucas said, “look at me. This is between us.”Adana swung the gun toward Lucas, but Bella s

Bella checked the time and dialed Michael’s number.“Hey, Michael,” she said.“Bella. How’s it going?”“Why’d you leave, Michael? You know how I feel about Lucas. What happened?”“Bella, I swear, you two should be in a movie. The way you look at him, like you’re both in some kind of unspoken, magnetic pull. That’s what I wanted, and I didn’t have it.”“I’m sorry, Michael. I didn’t mean for it to hurt you.”“I know you didn’t. It’s just how you two are. It’s effortless for you.”“Forgive me, Michael. Please.”“There’s nothing to forgive. Just be happy, Bella. That’s all I care about.” He hung up.She stepped onto the patio. The maids were nearly done cleaning; it was almost eleven. Drink in hand, she sank into a lounge chair.Lucas and Han approached. “What, drinking alone? No way,” Lucas said, calling over a maid to bring more drinks. Han chuckled. They turned on some music low enough to blend into the background.They drank, reminisced, drank more, took shots, and played a few games.