Todos os capítulos de The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

“What’s going on? Why does someone look so grumpy this morning?” I said as soon as I entered Stephie's room.Her hair was a mess, and she kept avoiding the maid from brushing it.“Mommy! You’re here!” Stephie rushed toward me and snatched the brush from the maid’s hand. “Kitty said she could do a French braid, but she doesn’t even know how! You do it instead.”The maid smiled awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. I really don’t know how to braid it properly from the top.”“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it,” I said gently. “And sorry about Stephie.”“It’s alright, Ma’am. I’m used to it,” she replied politely before leaving.I shook my head slightly and led Stephie toward the vanity mirror.“Stephie,” I said softly while brushing her long hair, “She’s older than you. You should respect her. If she doesn’t know how to braid your hair, that doesn’t mean you get to yell at her.”Even though I was scolding her, my voice stayed gentle.“Are you mad at me, Mommy?” she asked sadly,

“WHY aren’t you guys wearing your pajamas?” Stephie complained the moment we stepped inside the theater room.The three of us—Steffano, Savvy, and I—looked at each other.“I forgot,” I said quickly, pinching Stephie’s cheek. “I’ll go change very quickly, sweetheart.”Stephie placed her hands on her hips and turned to face the father and son.“And you two? Daddy? Savvy? Aren’t you going to wear yours too?”Her earlier pout turned into something worse—sad puppy eyes.Who in the world could say no to that face?“Ah, yeah… we forgot too,” Steffano said smoothly. “We’ll change as well. Right, Savvy?”Savvy sighed dramatically. “Right.”The three of us left the theater room together, leaving Glo behind. I caught a glimpse of her smiling and shaking her head while Stephie beamed happily.After putting on the unicorn onesie we had bought earlier, I stepped out of my room and immediately burst out laughing.Steffano was in the hallway, muttering curses while trying to pull the tiger onesie ove

We pulled over near a small roadside BBQ joint, smoke rising from a large smoker outside where slabs of meat were slowly cooking over charcoal.It was already past midnight, yet the place was still busy.“What?” Steffano asked when he noticed I was still sitting inside the car, peeking through the window while he had already opened the door. “Don’t tell me you don’t eat in places like this.”“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” I shot back.He only smirked and stepped out.I followed him, and the moment I stepped closer to the smoker, my stomach growled softly.The smell of barbecue and grilled meat filled the air.“Steffano!” an older man called out from behind the grill. “Well, I’ll be damned. Look who finally decided to show up!”“Hey, Ferdi,” Steffano replied with an easy grin. “You know nobody beats Cora’s barbecue.”The old man laughed loudly and slapped Steffano’s shoulder before pulling him into a half-hug.They looked genuinely close.Steffano laughed too—openly, sincer

“We’re getting married.”A bitter smile spread across my lips as his words echoed in my head.Then a soft laugh escaped me.Just last month, I was supposed to marry the man I had loved for almost ten years of my life.And now…Now I was about to marry a man who was practically a stranger to me.Even if this entire thing was just an act, I couldn’t help but laugh at the cruel twist of fate that had led me here.Sometimes it felt like I was living inside a novel.Because things like this only happened in the stories I performed on stage—or in the books I used to read.Steffano and I didn’t get back to the mansion until five in the morning, and I went upstairs alone without even asking where he went afterwards.Since it was already five, I ended up sleeping in his bed instead of returning to my room.I had just stepped out of my room after taking a shower when the door to Steffano’s bedroom opened slightly, and Stephie’s head peeked out.“Oh! Mommy’s already awake!” she giggled as she wa

REBECCA“Mommy?”I stopped brushing Stephie’s hair when she called out to me.“Yes, Stephie?”“I forgot to ask you something.”“What is it?”She turned around to face me, and before I could react, she lifted the hem of my shirt slightly and pointed to the small tattoo on my stomach.“That’s a tattoo, right?”I cleared my throat and nodded.“Yep.”“What does T. R. mean, Mommy?”Tim and Rebecca…I forced a smile.“Uh… it means trust and respect, sweetheart.”She looked up at me innocently and nodded as if thinking about it.“Trust is something you have in someone, right Mommy?"She smiled proudly.“Am I right?”I knelt in front of her and gently stroked her cheek.“Yes, sweetheart. You got it right.”“Then who’s the person you trust the most in your life?” she asked.Her eyes sparkled.“Is it Daddy?”No…“Yes,” I answered softly. “Of course.”She smiled then stayed quiet.“Do you believe in Jesus?”I swallowed hard at her out of nowhere question.Her innocent curiosity caught me complet