All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Quadruplets (English Version): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The moment I heard the voice, I turned sharply toward the door. My heart froze.Dark stood there. His clothes drenched in blood, a gun dangling from one hand. His eyes were locked on my two sleeping sons on the sofa, unblinking, motionless. He looked like a statue—stunned, speechless, as though the sight before him had stolen the breath from his lungs.My gaze shifted to Zuhair, who now had his little water gun pointed straight at him.“Give me your rifle before you come in,” Zuhair demanded, his small voice laced with authority.I couldn’t help but groan softly and rub my forehead. I glanced at Lory, who was standing nearby, staring at the scene in disbelief.“Sh*t, friend. That’s a lot of eye candy,” Lory muttered under her breath, half-joking.I frowned and turned back toward the door—Dark wasn’t alone. Several men stood behind him, all armed, their faces grim and battle-worn.Despite the anger simmering inside me, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry. He saved my life, after a

“Stay with your Nanay, okay?” Dark said, glancing at me. “Hey, honey. Just wait for us outside, alright? Don’t go anywhere. Just wait.”I nodded. Before I could leave, he pressed a kiss to my cheek, and then another on my forehead. He did the same to Zebediah, who still wore a stubborn little pout.“It’s so unfair, Tatay,” Zebediah complained, her voice full of sulk and frustration.“I know, sweetie. Just understand, okay? This won’t take long,” Dark replied gently before turning back to me. He pulled me close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered.“Holy cr*p. The three little monsters want to talk to me. I’m scared, honey. What if they’re mad? What if… they don’t like me?” His voice trembled slightly, a mix of nervous humor and genuine fear. “I’m scared, but I’ll face it. I’ll fix this, honey. And after this… we’ll talk, okay?”He kissed the shell of my ear, and I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the heat of his breath against my skin. His anxiety was clear but I wanted

We stood in silence, locked in each other’s gaze, a wordless understanding passing between us. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken memories neither of them could escape. When Dark reached for his shirt, I felt my breath hitch, not because of desire, but because fear still lingered in my veins. Memories blurred and resurfaced, clawing at the edges of my mind — memories of that night, of pain and betrayal that left me scarred. Dark’s movements were gentle, but every touch brought me back to a place I wished I could forget. Still, he didn’t stop. Not in persistence, but in remorse — taking in every rejection, every trembling, every cry as a punishment he believed he deserved. “I deserve this,” he whispered again and again. “If this is what it takes to erase your fear, then let me.” But I saw the bruises, the marks I pain left on him, and something inside me cracked. “You’re hurting,” I told him, her voice trembling. “I don’t care,” he said softly. “What matters is that one day, y

Dark could not stop himself from smiling and laughing every time he remembered the conversations he had with his children. It was like a serious discussion in a meeting of adults. He never expected that at such a young age, his kids would act this way, almost like grown-ups. It reminded him of how he used to behave with his father when he was little. He saw himself in his children, especially in his three sons. “The way they talk and act. Everything,” he thought. At times, it was scary. He admitted that it was a bit frightening. No wonder so many people were afraid of him before, whether they were his men or not. Now, he understood how it felt to stand in front of and speak with a Mafia Lord. Even though his children were younger, they still carried that intimidating aura. He promised himself and his children that he would stay true to his words. When he made a promise, he would fulfill it. He had already shown them, not only to his kids but also to Cas

“I love you.” Cassandra felt as if the world stopped the moment she heard those words from Dark. How did that happen? Why so suddenly? Why did it seem so easy for him to say those words? Did he not understand how heavy they were? “I love you” was something deep for her, full of emotion and responsibility. It was not just a simple phrase. But she heard it again. “I love you. I love you, honey,” Dark repeated, making her chest tighten even more. Her lips parted, unsure of what to say. What was she supposed to say to that? “Y-You didn’t mean that, right?” she asked, trying to make herself comfortable in the tense atmosphere. “That’s the truth, honey,” Dark replied seriously, surprising Cassandra. “I don’t know what to say. It’s too fast, Dark,” she said, still confused. To her surprise, Dark nodded as if he understood perfectly, then kissed her softly. “It’s alright, honey. I know this feels fast,