All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Quadruplets (English Version): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was busy scanning the newspaper when my eyes landed on his face. I gave a bitter smile—still handsome, still emotionless."Cassandra? Let’s go, or someone might take our spot. Careful as you stand up," said Lory, my only friend in this world. She stood at the door of my small house, holding a basket of goods. I set the newspaper down, grabbed my basket filled with soman and bico, and smiled at her."Ready?" she asked. I nodded.When we arrived at the market, all the vendors stared at me—just me. I lowered my head as I headed to my stall, hearing their whispers clearly."Here comes the disgraced one.""There she is, the curse to our market.""She’s pretty, but such a fool.""You said it.""Shh, lower your voices. She might hear you."I sighed as I set up my goods, ignoring their gossip. They didn’t know anything, and I was used to their cruelty. No matter how much it hurt, I refused to show it. I wanted to seem strong, even though deep down, I felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly

Years passed, and as my children grew, they began to resemble their father even more. At six years old, they helped me plant and water the garden. They even helped me sell our produce when they came home from school. That’s right—they’re in Grade 1 now. And they’re bright, too. Despite their young age, they think and speak like adults. Everyone was right—they truly are my blessings through it all. Without them, I don’t know if I’d be as happy as I am now. Maybe everything that happened was meant to be—to add color to my dark and sorrowful past. Somehow, that tragedy brought something good into my life. I’m happy now—with them, with Lory, and with the people in our town. “Nanay! I want milk po. Do we still have milk?” asked my one and only princess, Zebediah Ursula. I laughed before turning to her. She stood by the door, pouting, holding a glass. I glanced at my three little princes—busy with their own tasks: watering, digging, and cutting flowers with small scissors. I stood up, bru

Since I learned about it, I’ve been keeping a close watch over my four children. I take them to and from school myself. I’m terrified. Those men have been searching our town for days now. Thank God they haven’t found my children, even with how many of them there are. I saw them once when they passed by our house and bought something from my stall. My kids were at school that time, and I was so grateful to God for that. But the day I feared the most finally came, and I couldn’t stop worrying.“Cass, this isn’t a joke anymore. You need to take her to a private hospital.”“Her fever is too high. It’s been four days now. You know that, child. Our hospital here doesn’t have the equipment to find out what’s wrong with your daughter.”I bit my lower lip. Why did this have to happen? I took a deep breath and gently caressed my daughter’s cheek as she slept. My heart ached for her. What kind of mother wouldn’t pity her child’s suffering? I can’t bear to see her like this—but what if he finds u

My knees were trembling as I walked down the hallway toward my children’s room. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous. Sweat began to form on my forehead as I tightened my grip on the plastic bags of food I was carrying. Halfway down the corridor, I stopped, took a deep breath, and shut my eyes tightly.“Think positive, Cassandra. Nothing bad is going to happen today,” I told myself, forcing a smile before continuing toward the room.When I reached the door, I took another deep breath before pushing it open. As I entered, I saw my daughter sitting on the bed while her older brother sat on a chair beside her, frowning and rubbing his cheek. My brow furrowed when I heard him mutter under his breath.“I really hate that doctor of yours, Ursula,” he grumbled. I closed the door, catching both of their attention.Zebediah’s eyes widened when he saw me, and he clapped his hands excitedly. Zephyr, however, still wore a scowl, his fingers gently rubbing his cheek. I walked over to them, set down

“Name your fcking price now, woman. You’re wasting my fcking time. What do you want, huh? Money?A company? Cars? An island? A private jet? A cruise ship? Land? What? I can give it all to you. Name it! I have everything.”His voice was sharp, cold, and full of arrogance.“Well, whether you f*cking like it or not, I’ll take my son away from you. You can keep his twin. I don’t need her. She’s too weak to take my throne. I only want the boy. My son. Where is he?”My eyes darted to Zebediah, who sat silently, her face unreadable as she stared at her bastard of a father—a volcano waiting to erupt.What did he just say? That son of a b*tch.Who the hell does he think he is to say that about my child?Who the hell is he to do this to me?Did he really think it would be that easy? That he could just take my son away after everything he’s done just to protect his f*cking reputation? He’s insane! The fear inside me was instantly replaced with pure rage.So it’s still the same reason. I thought