บททั้งหมดของ Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

2 months later…Millie pushed open the gate of a modest two-story house, its white picket fence gleaming under the mid-afternoon sun. The house sat in a quiet suburb, its pale blue siding and neatly trimmed lawn exuding calm. A ramp led to the front door for Clara, who lived here now with a 24-hour carer.Millie knocked, and a carer—a kind-faced woman in her forties—answered, ushering her through the cozy living room, where sunlight streamed through sheer curtains, to the backyard.Clara sat at an outdoor table, a woven canopy shading her, a mug of coffee in her hands. Her face was still pale, faint scars marking her cheek from the explosion, her eyes unfocused, clouded by the blurred, dark vision the blast had left her. A cane rested against her chair, and the carer hovered nearby, ready but unobtrusive.“Millie,” Clara said, her voice warm, a smile breaking through her fatigue as she tilted her head toward the sound of footsteps.Millie smiled, her heart lifting at Clara’s voice, an

4 months later...The banquet hall buzzed with chatter, its high ceilings draped with twinkling lights, tables covered in crisp white linens and piled with platters of roasted lamb and pastries. It was a birthday celebration for one of Ethan’s aunts, a lively woman turning sixty, and the Moretti family’s extended relatives filled the room.Millie stood near a dessert table, a glass of sparkling water in hand, her simple navy dress catching the light. Ethan was across the room, his tailored suit sharp, delivering a toast as the new head of the Moretti empire. His voice carried, confident yet warm, acknowledging his aunt’s milestone while subtly reinforcing his authority. Millie watched him, a small smile tugging at her lips, but her attention shifted when a familiar figure approached through the crowd.Rose, her hair swept into a loose bun, wore a cream blouse and skirt, her face bright, no longer shadowed by the bruises Millie had seen months ago. She carried a wrapped gift box, its s

A week had passed since Millie’s lunch with Rose at the Corner Nook, since the aching sound of Evan’s voice in that recording had seared itself into her mind. His confession played on a loop, inescapable, stirring feelings she’d buried and questions she’d refused to face. This shadowed her daily routines.Millie stepped out of the shower, steam curling around her, her skin damp as she wrapped a towel around herself. She padded into the bedroom.The door opened, and Ethan strode in, his suit crisp, his dark hair slightly tousled. He crossed the room in quick strides, pulling her into a kiss, his lips firm and possessive but brief. Millie’s hands rested lightly on his chest, her response automatic yet distant.“Pack your bags,” Ethan said, stepping back. “I’ll be gone a week, and you’re coming along.”Millie blinked. “A week?” she asked, more curious than excited.“Yes,” Ethan replied, his hand brushing her arm. “I’d starve without you, so you’re coming with me.”She smiled faintly. “Wh

The morning after Millie walked out on Ethan, the large house felt colder. She’d spent the night in a guest room. Sleep had been fleeting, and by dawn, her decision remained firm: she couldn’t stay.Millie stood in the room they shared, her bag open on the bed, folding clothes from the closet Ethan had filled for her months ago. She zipped up a sweater when the door opened, and Cheri stepped inside.Cheri’s gaze flicked to the half-packed bag. “Ethan said you’re leaving,” she said, closing the door behind her.Millie paused, a shirt in her hands. “He sent you?”“Yes. He asked me to change your mind.”Millie tossed the shirt into the bag. “He couldn’t do it himself, so he sent you.”“Yes. Though I know there’s no changing your mind.”“Well…” she started, then trailed off, unsure how to respond.“Why did you choose to be with him, anyway?”“What?” The question caught her off guard..Cheri stepped closer. “I can’t blame you.”Millie smirked, grateful for the understanding.“They’ve all g

One year later…Millie had finally rebuilt her life piece by piece—enrolling in college, working part-time, and carving out a space that belonged to her and no one else. It hadn’t been easy. There were nights she couldn’t sleep and mornings she almost didn’t get out of bed. But she did it.And now, for the first time in years, the world felt like something she could meet head-on instead of hiding from.That thought lingered as evening settled over the city, the sky a soft bruise of purple stretching above the rooftops. Millie stepped out of a cab, an invitation clutched in her hand. Her hair, once long and flowing, had been chopped to her shoulders in messy waves, with uneven bangs brushing her brow. She wore a simple long dress, the kind that moved with her instead of against her, the hem swaying just above her flat shoes.She glanced at the invitation for the hundredth time, its elegant script announcing the grand opening of Matteo’s Seafood Grill, and, once again, her stomach twist