บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss Is After My Life: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The morning sun was barely over the horizon when Tiffany slipped out of the dorm room. Miranda and Megan were still asleep, exhausted from the long night of grief and tears. She hadn't slept—not a single minute. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Sarah's face. Heard her laugh. Felt the ghost of her hugs. She read those final words over and over in her mind: *You were my light. You were my purpose. You were my everything.* But it wasn't enough. The letter wasn't enough. She needed answers. She needed to know exactly what happened, where Sarah had been sent, and how she had died. Captain Miller had been vague and evasive, and that only made it worse. If Sarah had known the mission was dangerous enough to write a goodbye letter, then Miller had known too. He'd sent her anyway. The police station was just beginning to come alive when Tiffany arrived. Officers were changing shifts, the night crew heading home while the day shift trickled in with coffee cups and tired expressions.

Jems stood in the bathroom for a few more minutes, trying to calm herself down. Her eyes were slightly red, her breathing still uneven. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror.You have to go back to class, she told herself. You can't hide in here forever.With a deep breath, she pushed open the bathroom door and walked back down the hallway, Derick following silently behind her. When she entered the classroom, her eyes immediately found Ethan.He was sitting at his desk, looking completely calm and unbothered. His textbook was open in front of him, and he was writing notes like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't just publicly rejected him in front of the entire class.But Jems could see the tension in his shoulders. The way his jaw was clenched just slightly. The way he refused to look up, even though he had to have heard her come in.Guilt crashed over her like a wave.She walked to her seat and sat down next to Mira."You okay?" Mira whispe

"Jems, come on! What's taking you so long?" Emily shouted from downstairs."Coming, Mum!" Jems yelled as she opened the door of her room and ran down the stairs. She was wearing a white Chanel crop top paired with high-waisted light blue jeans and white Balenciaga sneakers. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she'd added a pair of gold hoop earrings to complete the look."You look beautiful, princess," Richard said the moment he saw Jems."Thanks, Dad," Jems replied with a smile."You look gorgeous, love," Emily said, tucking a strand of hair behind Jems's ear.They all made their way to Richard's car, and he drove them to the mall. They were followed by police officers who were dressed in casual outfits so they wouldn't draw attention, along with three maids who were going to help with the shopping.When they arrived at the huge mall, they went straight to the baby section. Since they didn't know if the baby was a girl or a boy, they picked things for both. Tiny onesies in pa

FLASHBACK, 22 YEARS AGOThe basement apartment was dim and cramped. Water stains marked the low ceiling, and the single window near the top of the wall barely let in any light. The walls were cracked and peeling, and there was a damp smell that never quite went away, no matter how much Jessica cleaned.The small space served as a bedroom, living room, and kitchen all at once. A tiny crib sat in the corner, waiting for the baby that would arrive in two months. Jessica had spent weeks knitting little blankets and shawls, soft pink and blue ones, just in case.Twenty-year-old Jessica, seven months pregnant, was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her long, curly hair was spread across the pillow, one hand resting protectively on her swollen belly. She looked so young, so innocent, and so full of hope despite everything. Beside her, three-year-old Derick slept curled up against his mother, his little hand clutching her shirt. His face was peaceful, completely unaware of what was about to happ

Emily and Jems tried to leave through the massive crowd that was still taking pictures of them. Flashes were going off everywhere. People were shouting, pushing, and trying to get closer."Mrs. Dawson! Mrs. Dawson, is it true?!""Jems! How do you feel about having a brother and sister?!""Move! Please, just move!" one of the police officers shouted, creating a path for them."Mum, are you okay?" Jems asked, holding Emily's hand tightly as they pushed through the crowd."No, baby," Emily said, her voice breaking. "I'm not okay."Richard followed them silently, his head down, and his face swollen from Derick's punches. Blood was still trickling from his nose, but no one cared. No one looked at him with sympathy, only disgust.They couldn't go home in the same car that Richard was going to use, so Emily and Jems went with the police officers instead. The ride home was silent, painfully silent.Tears couldn't stop running down Emily's eyes. She stared out the window, but she wasn't seeing