All Chapters of Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Evan, understanding her concern, briefly glanced at his knuckles. seemingly noticing the bruises for the first time. “Oh, this? No need. Not my first time,” he said, his tone eerily nonchalant.What? Millie was surprised to hear him say that. The bruised knuckles could only mean one thing: Evan had been in a fight. It was so unlike him, the friendliest and nicest of the Morettis. She wondered again what had happened?“Care to join me?” Evan’s voice cut through her whirling thoughts. He held out a plate stacked with four perfectly cut sandwiches.“Um...” Millie hesitated, torn between her hunger and the questions burning in her mind.“Come with me,” Evan said, his voice soft but insistent. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, heading for the back door. Millie followed silently, her feet moving almost of their own accord.The night air was cool and crisp as they stepped outside. Evan led her down a familiar path towards Alfie’s secret hideout. The world around them was hushed, wrapp

Aidan took a deep breath, his gaze steady. When he spoke, his voice was low and controlled. “You can’t borrow money from a bank, promise to pay it back, and then just walk away, can you, Amelia?”Millie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Your father owes Marionne’s dad money?”A humorless smile played across Aidan’s lips, as if he found her naivety almost endearing. “No, money has never really been my father’s problem. It’s freedom that forms the foundation of our wealth.”Millie’s head spun, trying to make sense of his cryptic words. “So... Marionne’s father gave your father freedom? I don’t understand.”Aidan’s expression grew serious, his eyes boring into hers. “You know too much already, Amelia. Don’t make me explain further. More knowledge means more danger for you.” His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threats.Millie’s mind flashed to Alfie, her stomach churning at the memory. “They beat Alfie just for telling the truth about Evan,” she said, her voice barely above a whis

As the mid-afternoon sun streamed through the slits in the barn, Millie and Clara found themselves elbow-deep in their inaugural cleansing of the tack room. The smell of aged leather and dried hay greeted them, providing a pleasant break from the busy atmosphere in the manor estate.Their newfound temporary sanctuary was comfortably nestled in an isolated corner of the property, a safe distance from prying eyes. It was a haven away from Jameson’s perpetually furrowed brow, which had only deepened after they’d dared to sneak off to visit Alfie. It was also a retreat from Sheila’s hawk-like surveillance and Andrea’s constant hovering. Even more importantly, it served as an escape from the notorious Moretti brothers’ relentless attention.Clara’s voice, light and teasing, pierced through the quiet hum of the tack room and pulled Millie from her thoughts. “I think Evan has a crush on you, Mills,” she declared, brushing dust off a saddle with an exaggerated smirk.Millie’s cheeks warmed to

That very evening, while Clara finally had her moment with Alec Carlton, Aidan was once again alone in his office with his faithful companion: a bottle of brandy. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was already 9 pm; no doubt, Marionne was waiting for him in her room.At that very moment, Aidan knew he was in a very delicate intersection. If he didn’t show up, there was so much at stake, and he was more than sure that Marionne would feel insulted, and it’s almost certain that she’d follow up on her threat. But if he did show up, he felt like he was betraying Millie, and thinking about it now, he felt guilt already gnawing at him.He reflected on the first time he met Millie in his penthouse. He had been immediately drawn to her, but as he got to know her, he realized she was much more than just a pretty face with piercing hazel eyes and a serious expression. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, seeing her again only reinforced his feelings for her. And there was no

Finally reaching the manor, Millie burst into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. The familiar surroundings of the room suddenly felt strange and alien now. Clara wasn’t back yet.Then her legs gave out, and she slid down the door to the floor, loud sobs wracking her body. Everything that had happened—Aidan’s revelation about Marionne, seeing Evan beaten for trying to help her—was all too much to handle.Hugging her knees to her chest, she buried her face and cried harder. The image of Evan’s bloodied face flashed in her mind, along with Ethan’s terrifying expression. Fear gripped her heart, making it hard to breathe. In a panic, she suddenly jumped to her feet.Her eyes darted wildly around the room before she dropped to her knees and yanked two duffel bags out from under the bed. With shaking hands, she began stuffing clothes and belongings into the bags, not bothering to fold anything neatly. She didn’t have much, so packing was quick.Grabbing her wallet, Millie dumped