All Chapters of Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Ethan,” Millie breathed out, struggling to catch her breath. “Don’t…” Her voice trembled, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch."Don't? What do you mean?" He dipped his head, his mouth brushing her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”She bit her bottom lip, refusing to answer, afraid that the truth would spill out if she did.“Come on, Amelia,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been honest with you about what I want. You should be honest with me, too. You feel it—I know you do. So why pretend?”His fingers slid down, teasing the sensitive spot between her thighs. She let out a soft moan, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sound.“Ethan… please,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. “Don’t do this. I can’t…” Her words hung in the air, filled with longing and fear, the war inside her written all over her face.“Can’t what?” He lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, his fingers delving deeper inside of her. His thumb focused on her sensitive clit, movin

“I’ll think of something,” Millie promised, recalling Evan’s words about not letting anything happen to her or Clara.Sandra moved closer, sitting on the bed next to Clara. “Just between us,” she began, leaning in, “you have no idea how messed up the Moretti family is. Ethan, Aidan, and Evan—they’re all bound by Don Hugo’s will. They might seem like they’re in control, but they’re not. They’re grown men, but they’re not free. Every important decision, anything that really matters in their lives, has to be run by Don Hugo. He practically rules their lives. It’s like they’re puppets, and he’s pulling the strings.”The room fell into a tense silence, with Clara wiping her tears and Millie lost in thought. Suddenly, a knock on the door jolted them from their reverie. The three women exchanged worried glances, their anxiety palpable as they stared at the closed door.“Amelia, Clara, are you there?” Sheila’s voice called from the other side, bringing a wave of relief to the room.Quickly, M

Ethan’s private jet touched down smoothly at Le Bourget Airport in Paris, the hum of the engines winding down as the plane taxied to a halt. The small, private terminal was a far cry from the bustling main airport, a place reserved for the elite, where privacy and security were paramount.As soon as the jet’s door opened, Ethan was greeted by a man in a crisp executive uniform, his posture rigid and professional. Behind him, four imposing men, heavily armed and dressed in black, flanked him like shadows, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance.Ethan wasted no time, descending the steps with the grace of someone accustomed to this lifestyle. He quickly slid into the backseat of a sleek black Mercedes-Benz. Beside him, the middle-aged man sat silently. His black hair was slicked back, revealing a neck adorned with colorful tattoos that peeked out from beneath the collar of his expensive, tailored suit. The man’s hands, also covered in intricate ink, rested calmly

It was another ordinary day, and Millie was busy tidying up the pantry, focused on her task. The smell of cleaning supplies mixed with the scent of fresh herbs drifting in from the kitchen. Then Sheila appeared in the doorway.“Amelia, Mr. Jameson wants to see you in his office. You can finish up later.”Millie’s stomach dropped. Being called to Mr. Jameson’s office was never a good sign. It usually meant a warning, a scolding—or worse, another pack of birth control pills handed to her without a word of praise.“Go on,” Sheila added when Millie didn’t move right away.Millie took a breath and nodded. As she started toward the stairs, Sheila called after her, “And Amelia—try not to say anything that’ll make things harder for you, okay?”Millie didn’t answer, just gave a nervous nod. Her chest tightened as she climbed the steps, anxiety building with every one. When she reached his door—always closed—she paused, then knocked.“Come in,” Mr. Jameson’s voice called from inside.She pushed

“This is insane! My father wouldn’t like this for sure,” Marionne muttered, glancing at the others. “I thought you had this entire place secured. What a joke.”Aidan, leaning back in his chair, rubbed his temple as if trying to stave off a headache. “If you don’t feel safe here, I’d be more than happy to take you back to your father.”Marionne’s eyes flashed with anger, and she snapped back, her voice rising in pitch. “So you can do whatever the hell you want? Probably bring some women here to fuck?” Her frustration was evident as she fumbled with her silver cigarette case, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it with a shaky hand. She took a deep drag, exhaling a plume of smoke.Millie carefully set the tray down on a nearby table, trying not to draw attention to herself as she did so. But the clink of the ice against the glass somehow brought all eyes to flick toward her before quickly returning to the unresolved argument.While Marionne and Aidan continued their tense exchang