All Chapters of Mistaken Bride Of The Mafia CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RAVEN'S POVI paced the living room as Kade made his calls, found his team. My thoughts kept returning to the same moment. The same day.The interview at D'Angelo Enterprises.It had been Summer Chen who greeted me at reception. Neat and professional in her pressed suit and perfect hair. She had moved me through the building efficiently in pleasant voice.I remembered following her down hallways. Saw flashes of her swiping a keycard to open doors. Recalled the way she walked just slowly enough that I had to trot to catch up.And then there had been an interruption in the interview. Kade had to leave. Handle something urgent. Summer had asked me to wait in the boardroom.But I had not waited. I had gotten lost in Search of a Lavatory.Except I had not been lost at all.I looked over to where Kade was talking low with Javier. "The day of my interview. Summer was showing me around the building.”Kade looked up.“She told me to wait in the boardroom while you were doing business. But then

RAVEN'S POVKade came out of the office looking like someone had somehow reached into his chest and physically moved everything around. His face was pale. Not the bloodless beige it became when he was keeping a close eye on his feelings. The pale, bloodless color that comes from real shock. His movements were too careful. Too controlled. That he was holding something volatile together and all it would take is one wrong move to dissolve it.He carried the file in his hand and did not face me directly when he crossed the room. Just shoved it toward me without looking at me."Read it." His voice was flat. Deprived of all I usually listened to there. "Read all of it. Every page."I took the file from him. It felt heavier than paper should feel. As if the secrets contained within had physical weight.Javier stood closer, beside the window. Summer stayed at the office doorway, looking back and forth between us with that same calm, professional demeanor I was getting closer to believing wasn

RAVEN'S POVFrom the security monitors in his office I watched Kade go. The screens displayed different angles of the building entrance. Cameras that covered every approach. Systems meant to protect us.He stepped out into the night air, smaller than I had ever seen him. His shoulders were tight. His movements were slow. Like he was bearing weight that was finally getting heavy.Then he stopped.I inched toward the monitor. Saw him look at something just out of the camera’s main field of vision."What is he looking at?" Javier got up and came to stand next to me. His hand was poised over his phone in preparation to call security.The angle of the camera shifted, sporting an automated tracking as Kade moved. A black sedan came into view. In a parking spot at the curb with its engine running. Tinted windows. No plates from this angle.The back door opened.“No.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. “Do not get in that car, Kade.”But he could not hear me. I was three stories abo

RAVEN'S POVThree hours went by with no word from Kade other than that short phone call saying he was safe. Three hours that seemed to drag like three days. I paced the penthouse with Celine in my arms for three hours while Ethan slept blissfully in his bassinet completely oblivious that just now his father learned that all his life was built on lies.I could not sit still. I could focus on nothing except the city lights outside the window and a phone in my pocket that would not ring. That image from the security footage kept coming back to my mind. That man in the car, waving that sign. Vincent Statham. Officially dead for thirty years. In family parlance, my uncle. Kade’s biological father, at least according to claims I had no way of verifying yet.Too many supposedlys. So many revelations piled upon each other, I couldn’t tell which was real anymore.Summer had gone an hour earlier to coordinate extra security sweeps of the building. Javier had sent a team to check perimeter defen

RAVEN'S POVI was frozen in the hallway holding both babies while Kade’s mom pointed a gun at us. The woman who had sat with me in companionable silence. The woman whose shaking hands had held my children I thought could hardly function. The woman who had been deceiving us all for fifteen years."Put the babies down." Her voice was steady. Clear. Nothing like the mute invalid I thought I knew. “Put them down very gently, and step away from the panic room door.”“No.” The word escaped my mouth before it could be thought.She tightened her finger on the trigger. "I was not asking."Marcus kept his weapon drawn but began calculating angles. The two men next to her had stronger positions. Better lines of fire. If he fired, they would return fire and we were all in the kill zone."Why are you doing this?" I asked. Trying to buy time. Trying to understand. "These are your grandchildren."“They are proof of my son’s weakness.” She moved closer. Each step deliberate and controlled. “Kade was