All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“R-Rebecca?”I slowly lifted my head from where I’d been staring blankly and looked at the man in front of me, who suddenly felt like a stranger.Was this really the man I had loved for nine years?Judging by his expression, he had already seen the reason for my state.“L-love, I can explain—”He dropped to his knees in front of me and cupped my face, but the moment I remembered where those hands had been, anger surged through me. I slapped his hands away and shoved him back.I grabbed the photographs from the box and hurled them at him.“Explain? What exactly do you need to explain, Timothy?”I rushed to my laptop and pressed play on the video.My lips trembled. Tears streamed down my face again as my mother’s voice—her moans—filled the room along with his.Timothy shook his head and quickly turned it off, but I pushed him aside and played it again.I needed to hear it. I needed the truth to slap me harder than any pain.“R-Rebecca, I was drunk—”“That’s my mother, Timothy! You're di

I slowly looked around the place Steffano brought me to.It was clearly a luxury salon—but empty.“Cut her hair. Short. Add color—red. Change everything about her, Sasha. I’ll leave her to you.”“No problem, Steffano. We’ll take care of her,” the stylist replied sweetly.“Come here, Madam,” she said, smiling at me. “You’re already beautiful, but I’ll make you even prettier.”“I’ll be back at seven,” Steffano said. “Make sure no one else enters this place.”“Yes, Steffano. Absolutely no one.”He nodded, then turned to me.“Olivia, I’ll be back.”I stepped back slightly when he leaned down and brushed his lips against my forehead.Olivia?Who is Olivia?That question echoed in my mind as they began cutting my long hair.Timothy loved my long hair.I rarely cut it. And when I did, I never let anyone shorten it too much.But I didn’t resist.I meant what I said.Whatever Steffano Davidson wanted me to do—I would do it.Even if that meant becoming Olivia.When they finished, I barely recog

“You’re such a good girl, sweetheart,” I praised Stephie after she finished her medicine.After meeting them, we had dinner downstairs. I didn’t feel awkward — mostly because of Stephie. She was talkative, cheerful, and full of life. For a while, she made me forget the reality of the situation I was trapped in.If not for her pale complexion and fragile frame, no one would guess she was sick.Unlike her, though, her twin brother Savvy was different.He wasn’t arguing anymore with Stephie. But I could feel it — he still didn’t like me.The way he looked at me… it reminded me of his father’s stare.Cold. Assessing.Does he feel it?Does he somehow know I’m not really his mother?I handed the empty glass of water to the maid waiting nearby, then adjusted Stephie’s position on the bed.“It tastes bad, Mommy,” she pouted. “Did you drink that too when you were sick?”I froze for a split second.Right.I was “sick.”“Yes,” I replied smoothly. “It wasn’t tasty at all. But my body needed it,

“You know, Mommy?” Stephie said while I was fixing her hair. “I met a lady at the hospital during one of my check-ups. She looked just like you. I even had an attack because I was so sad when she told me she wasn’t my mommy. But that wasn’t really you, right?”My hands paused for a second before I continued braiding her hair.“Of course not. Mommy just got home recently, remember? That's not me. She probably just looked like me.”Today was her weekly hospital check-up.Glo mentioned that a doctor could come to the mansion instead. With the wealth this family had, they could probably build their own private hospital wing.But apparently, Steffano made it a habit to take the twins out whenever Stephie had appointments. A way to distract her. She hated hospital visits and usually needed a lot of convincing.“Why are you two taking so long?” Savvy appeared at the doorway, arms crossed.“Wait a minute,” Stephie huffed. “It’s not like you have long hair!”I finished braiding her hair into p

“Daddy, will I be able to go back to school next year?” Stephie suddenly asked.“You are in school,” Steffano replied casually. “You’re being homeschooled.”Stephie pouted and stared out the car window.“Not like homeschool. I mean real school… like before. I had lots of classmates and friends,” she said softly.I followed her gaze.We were passing by a school, and students were pouring out of the gates, laughing, running.“I like homeschool,” Savvy chimed in. “I hate real school. It’s noisy and everyone’s annoying.”Stephie scoffed and crossed her arms, turning to face her twin.“You’re so boring, Savvy. It’s fun playing with kids our age!”“Ah… okay,” Savvy replied in an exaggerated bored tone.I shook my head as Stephie grew more annoyed.“You’re so annoying, Savvy!”“What did I do now?”“Enough,” Steffano said firmly. “Next year, I’ll enroll you both in school again.”Stephie gasped. “You promise, Daddy? You and Mommy have to drop me off and pick me up!”Next year…Will I still be