บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss Is After My Life: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Stella, Richard’s secretary, made her way through the hallway. She was wearing black suit pants and a shirt, with a blue shirt inside. Her blonde hair fell in waves behind her back, and she wore a full face of makeup finished with a glossy red lipstick. In her arms, she cradled a massive bouquet of roses.“Emily!” she called out, hurrying over. She set the flowers on a nearby bench and pulled Emily into a tight embrace. “How have you been?” she asked, pulling back to cup Emily’s face in her hands.Stella and Emily had been friends since high school. They weren't exactly "best friends," but more like the kind of acquaintances who had known each other since kindergarten, spoke occasionally, but remained in each other's orbits. Stella was two years older than Emily; while Emily was 41, Stella was 43 and still single, the definition of a "sexy, career-driven woman." They had graduated from the same university, and shortly after, Stella had asked Emily for a position at her company. That w

Ethan let out a laugh, the sound low and vibrating in the quiet room. He didn’t pull away; instead, he set the food tray aside and reached for the flask. “I’m talking about making your Milo,” he said with a chuckle. “How does that make me a pervert?” he asked, but Jems was staring at him. He knew how to laugh… I can’t believe Ethan Reynolds knows how to laugh. This is such a rare sight. And it was… beautiful… very beautiful, Jems thought to herself. “What’s wrong?” Ethan asked, pulling her out of her thoughts as he dropped the flask. “Huh??.. umm.. cake. I would love to have my Milo with a cake,” Jems said. “Oooh okay, hang on,” he said, bringing out his phone. “I need one piece of ten different flavors of cake delivered, and be fast. I’ll send you the address,” he said as he hung up. “Why don’t you finish the chicken and dumplings your mum took so much time to make? Don’t you think she would get upset when she wakes up and finds out that you didn’t eat any of it? And I won’t fee

The fluorescent hospital lights had dimmed to their evening setting, casting a softer glow across Jems’s room. She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open slowly as consciousness returned. The first thing she registered was the familiar antiseptic smell, then the dull ache in her bandaged arm, and finally, the warmth of hands holding her own on both sides. "My princess, how are you feeling?" Richard's voice was gentle as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. Jems blinked a few times, bringing her father's worried face into focus. On her other side, Emily leaned forward, her expression a mirror of Richard's concern. Nana sat in the corner armchair, quietly knitting what looked like a baby blanket. "I'm fine, Dad," Jems said, her voice still thick with sleep. "Better, I think." "The day after tomorrow you'll be discharged," Emily said, squeezing Jems's hand. "How do you feel about that?" Jems's face lit up despite her exhaustion. "So happy, Mum. I miss my bed and my

One of Sarah's eyes was already swollen and purple, the tissue around it so inflamed that the eye had nearly disappeared into the puffy, discolored flesh. Her face was swollen from several blows given to her by Maria, each strike calculated to cause maximum pain without killing her too quickly. Her head was bleeding from a gash above her eyebrow, blood trickling down in sticky rivulets that had dried in patterns across her battered face. She looked like a completely different human being, unrecognizable from the seductive dancer who'd walked into Don Emilio's entertainment room just hours ago. "You're one stubborn bitch," Maria said, her voice almost admiring as she kicked Sarah in the stomach with the pointed heel of her designer boot. The sound of impact echoed in the concrete chamber. Sarah gasped, her body jerking against the chains that held her to the metal chair. But she didn't scream. She'd stopped screaming about an hour ago, when she realized it only gave Maria more satisfa

Ethan's POV Today was a really long day, and a hard one at that, because I saw her cry. Honestly, I don't know how to describe the pain it caused me. Seeing her cry made my heart twist with an unimaginable ache that I couldn't take. It was like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed until I couldn't breathe properly. Today I realized just how much of an effect she had on me. I wanted to keep her in my arms without ever letting go. I wanted to protect her, making sure not even a single hair on her head was hurt, making sure she never cried again. And if she was going to cry, it should only be happy tears. That would never happen if I didn't make her mine. I had to, and for the first time, I was finally admitting it to myself: I wanted her. I want to make Jems Dawson mine and mine alone, and I want to make her happy. I would never let her cry like that again, and I was going to move mountains to make that happen. I have no idea what she's done to me, but no girl has ever made