Semua Bab THE MAFIA'S WRONG BRIDE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter FortyMax's POV I can't get Aaliyah off my mind so easily. As much as she doesn't have anything I want in a woman, like her sister, I don't know why I find her daring acts so interesting. I want to deal with her to an extent that she breaks completely. I want her to be the one pleading for my audience, and I want her to serve my ego.While I sit back, waiting for her to come with Amato, I know she will never give in to follow him so easily.She has a level of pride that makes me dislike her but have no choice other than to be invested in her. Amato doesn't like how much interest I take in her. I was supposed to be on a trip to sightsee the new location we want to build a hotel in when I met her in my study. Now I don't want her to go anywhere because I feel bruised by how she denied me a chance to have her and still threatened that she's going to tell Iris.She must think I'm scared of her or her sister.I laugh at how silly she is. I've never met someone as gullible as

Chapter Forty-TwoAaliyah's POV “Pftt! That's not an issue at all.” I laugh absurdly because I don't really get why they didn't want to stay somewhere comfortable for them.I didn't like how the energy just became odd all of a sudden, like I'm trying to kidnap them. Like I wouldn't. If there's anyone on my list to be kidnapped, it will surely be my sister, Iris, who is insisting on making the worst decisions a person could ever consider making in life. “Yeah!Aaliyah, you're a natural! I knew I was going to love you, and I'd surely tell Iris that I met you today.” Malcolm says, smiling oddly as they begin to walk towards the main door. “Speaking of Iris. I would like this to be kept from her. You know, Iris might just feel I'm being too involved in matters that concern her. You know that's because of the already given tasks that she's given to me, which I've been struggling to complete anyway.” I say, shaking my head like I have a lot going on and I need saving.Malcolm throws her

Chapter Forty-FourAaliyah's POV “Fuck me! Fuck me!” I exclaim as I try getting down from the chair as fast as I can before I get knocked out by one of the files that's falling. I run off the chair to the other corner of the study, and I block my ears as all the files fall from the upper part of the shelf. My eyes are tightly closed, and my hands are dipped into my ears as I squeeze my body as they all make loud thuds till they get to the ground. I take a long pause before I finally open my eyes. My heart shakes as I find out how many files I have lost and how unprepared I am for how I will get all of them back to the place they've fallen from.I can't imagine going through all this stress, just for me to not find anything inside all these files. What the fuck was I fucking thinking?I just really hope no one outside heard that because that will mean I'm in double trouble.I stand still like I've been frozen, thinking of how wrong so many things I've just done are and the possibi

Chapter Forty-SixAaliyah's POV For several reasons, I feel like a criminal, and I begin to wonder if I have left anything behind in the study that is making someone come knocking on my door. I think for a while until the bangs become louder and I'm forced to go and open the door. I unlock my door and pull it open carefully. I did not even get to see who's behind the door when the door was pushed open and the person forced themself into my room.“Why did it take you this long to get the door for me? Are you that busy? ” Iris turns to glare at me.I wonder what I've done again that she's so mad at me.I don't know why she's so much on edge, and it's as though there's nothing I can do or say to her that is right in her sight. “I didn't know you were the one by the door, and my ears were plugged in.”She nods at me like I'm lying. She doesn't even say anything before she walks towards the table where I was writing my findings and was about to touch it. I immediately run towards her

Chapter Forty-EightAaliyah's POV I grab a tissue that lies on the table and use it judiciously to clean the soap off my hands. “Ughhh! This is such a mess.” I nag as I pack up the tissue and toss it into the dustbin. Then I hear the water rushing out of the washing hand basin tap. I must have left it open.I roll my eyes as I walk back to the toilet to wash my hand with the running water and lock it. I don't know how today's going to be. I don't even know where the fuck I want to go to. I search my phone, and I find an art gallery that is opening their store. I think it might be really nice for me to feed my eyes with really nice drawings or paintings. I honestly don't know what to expect anyway. I stare at the clock and decide that I will have my bath and then prepare to leave around eleven. The way I'm not bothered about what to wear like I normally used to be is quite interesting, and that's because of the great privileges I get to have, like having many clothes shopped f