All Chapters of The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Sweet Steffano

“What are you looking at?”I flinched at the sudden sound of Steffano’s voice behind me as he walked into the bathroom. I had just finished changing, and I quickly pulled up my high-waisted shorts, then grabbed my cover-up and threw it over my bikini top.I shook my head and avoided his gaze, pretending to fix my slightly longer hair in the mirror.“Do you want to remove that tattoo?” he asked quietly, almost hesitant—but still unable to stop himself.I turned back to the mirror. Even though the tattoo was hidden beneath my shorts, I could still see it… like it was etched deeper than just my skin.I glanced at him.“If I erase this,” I asked softly, forcing a small smile, “will it erase the memories that came with it too?”He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me from behind.“No,” he said gently. “So don’t erase it. But… I can change it. Turn it into something better. Then we make new memories instead. How does that sound?”I turned in his arms and looped mine around his neck

Killer

STEFFANO“So,” I muttered, lighting a cigarette as I leaned against the veranda railing, my eyes drifting down to where Rebecca stood below, talking to Alexa. “What exactly did you want to talk about?”Boston scoffed behind me. “You’re the one who said we needed to talk.”“Ah, right. Yeah.”I forced myself to look away from Rebecca. If I didn’t, I already knew—I wouldn’t hear a damn word Boston was saying.“Looks like you forgot,” Boston added dryly. “You’ve been watching her this whole time.”I cleared my throat and gestured toward the study. “Let’s talk inside.”Once we were in, I locked the door behind us. A glass of whiskey had already been set on the table. I dropped onto the couch, grabbed it, and downed half in one go.The burn steadied me—barely.“You seem out of focus, Steffano. Focus now. What I have to say actually matters. That’s the only reason I agreed to come out here—for your wedding.”The way she emphasized the wedding made my jaw tighten.I ignored it.“How’s the inv

Marry me

REBECCA“Why hasn’t your lover boy come down yet?” Alexa teased, flipping a skewer on the grill. “Food’s done and he’s still M-I-A.”Heat rushed to my cheeks at the nickname, but I tried to brush it off.“I think he’s still upstairs. Maybe he and Boston are still talking.”“Mmm… doesn’t look like a good talk,” Alexa muttered.I followed her gaze.Boston was walking back—fast.She crossed paths with Sigmund, but instead of passing him, she suddenly turned around, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back.Her face was tight with anger.“You never trusted me!” she snapped.The entire patio went quiet.Sigmund’s expression darkened—something I had never seen before.“Coming from you?” he shot back. “Between the two of us, you’re the one who never trusted anyone!”

His Past

EIGHT YEARS AGO…STEFFANO“Table three!” my supervisor snapped from across the floor. “What’s taking you so long, Steffano? You glued to your phone again?”“S-sorry, sir. I just checked it for a second—”“Save it. Just take the order to table three.”I clenched my jaw, grabbed the tray, and forced myself to move.As soon as I was out of his direct line of sight, my phone buzzed again in my pocket.I pulled it out quickly.Glo:Steffano, I’m taking Stephie to the hospital. Her fever’s not going down even after meds. I left Savvy with Boston.My chest tightened.Fear hit instantly.But so did reality.If I walked out now, I wouldn’t have money for hospital bills.So I swallowed it.Kept working.“Steffano,” my supervisor called again, already heading toward me. “We’ve got a VIP upstairs. I need you to stay—about three extra hours.”“M-my daughter’s in the hospital,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady.“Then let your partner handle it for now,” he replied flatly. “You’re the only

His Past II

“Savvy got sick too?”He nodded, his voice trailing off as he stopped talking. He rested his head on my lap and gently traced circles on my hand.It was late in the evening, and we were sitting on the beach.After what happened earlier in the study room, Steffano had fallen asleep. I honestly thought he wouldn’t wake up until morning. But after I got the twins to bed, I found him awake—and he asked me to come down here with him.That’s when he started telling me his story.About how he lost his parents at a young age.About how he was separated from his little sister, Alyannah.And eventually… about the life he lived after Olivia left him and the children behind.“I never imagined you went through all that,” I said quietly. “Not when I first met you.”He tilted his head slightly, looking up at me. “What was your first impression of me?”I looked up at the moon, letting its soft glow settle my thoughts as I remembered that day.“Rude,” I said, glancing down at him.He let out a quiet l

His Past III

STEFFANO“Boss! You should’ve told us you were coming!”A man rushed toward us the moment our car stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse—cracked concrete, rusted metal doors, barely any lighting.I glanced at the men stepping out of the vehicles behind us.Juancho didn’t even slow down.“Why would I need to announce my arrival?” he said coldly. “Am I not allowed to drop by unannounced… or is there something inside you don’t want me to see?”“N-no, sir! Nothing like that!”“You’d better make sure,” Juancho continued, his voice sharp enough to cut. “You know exactly what I don’t want to see in there. If I find it… I bury you. Right here.”“Yes, sir. I understand.”The tension vanished from his face the moment he turned to me.“Come on, Steffano,” he sa

His Past Last Part

STEFFANO“Are you really sure you can handle this? This isn’t something you can walk away from.”I paused mid-wrap, tightening the bandage around my knuckles before glancing over my shoulder.Sigmund.Even after a week, the damage from his last fight still showed. His arm was in a sling, his face bruised and swollen—proof of what waited for me out there.I swallowed and went back to wrapping my hands.“I already said yes,” I replied. “And I’ve already been paid for tonight.”He let out a quiet breath and took the chair across from me.“You’re fighting Goliath,” he said. “He’s not new. Nine wins, one loss. Be careful.”I nodded. “Thanks.”He studied me for a second, then stood and left without another word.I picked up my phone.The twins’ picture filled the screen.I brushed my thumb over their faces like I could actually touch them.“This is for them...” I whispered. “I have to win.”“Ready?” Juancho asked as I stepped out of the room they’d put me in before the fight.I nodded. “Yes

What happened to Olivia.

One Year AgoSTEFFANO“Boss, Mr. Hidalgo sent this over for you,” Sigmund said, setting a wooden crate of expensive wine on my desk.I didn’t even need to open it to know—it wasn’t just wine inside.“He spent years trying to win over the Santiago family just to secure that land,” Sigmund continued. “You got them to sign in less than a month. Boss Juancho really didn’t make a mistake leaving everything to you.”I smirked faintly.“If charm doesn’t work… you go for speed,” I said, echoing what Juancho used to tell me when he was still alive.It had been almost three years since he handed everything over to me—his empire, his rules, his world.“And the big night at the end of the month?” I asked. “Everything ready?”Sigmund nodded. “All set, boss.”I was about to say more when my phone rang.I frowned when I saw the caller ID.Glo.I answered immediately.“Glo—”“Steffano!” her voice trembled. “Stephie—she collapsed! She couldn’t breathe and then she passed out! I brought her to the cl

I love you

I rubbed my eyes as the sunlight hit my face.Then I jolted upright.The sunrise.We promised the twins we’d watch it together.My gaze swept across the room—but Stephie, who had slept beside us earlier, was gone.So was Steffano.I was about to get up when I heard the door open.“Hey… you’re awake.”Steffano walked in and immediately dropped onto the bed beside me, pulling me back down into his arms.“Where’s Stephie?” I asked.“She’s already outside. Playing with Milet.”I reached up and brushed my fingers along his face, feeling the faint stubble growing along his jaw.“Why didn’t you wake me?” I frowned. “Weren’t we supposed to watch the sunrise?”He chuckled softly.“Stephie and I woke up late. The sun was already high,” he said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”“I see…” I murmured, still tracing his jaw. “You need to shave.”“Oh?” he smirked. “Is it bothering you when I kiss you?”I squealed when he suddenly buried his face into my neck, kissing and nuzzling me.“Stop! That tickles,

Prenuptial

STEFFANOI woke up to an empty bed.Rebecca was gone—probably already up after we both passed out from… last night.I glanced at the clock. Almost noon.Damn.I got up, a faint smile still lingering on my lips, took a quick shower, then headed downstairs.The twins were in the living room, playing with Milet.“Hey,” I said, ruffling Stephie’s hair. “Where’s your mom?”“She’s in the kitchen,” she answered without even looking at me, completely focused on the dolls in her hands. “Cooking with Aunt Alexa and Uncle Lucian.”I headed toward the kitchen—and the moment I stepped in, I had to shake my head.Rebecca was laughing.And not just smiling—actually laughing.Lucian was being his usual chaotic self, clearly messing with Alexa again, who looked seconds away from committing murder with a ladle.“You’re unbelievable!” Alexa snapped, gagging. “This is way too salty—ugh!”Rebecca burst out laughing. “Lucian, you’re impossible!”I leaned against the doorway, watching her.God… I love that.

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