บททั้งหมดของ Her Scandalous Affair with the Mafia Don: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

After Leslie finally left, my room fell into a silence that felt heavier than the night before. I stood by the door for a long moment after it clicked shut, my thoughts looping back on themselves no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else. My mind kept drifting back to the hallway, to the sharpness in Glen’s voice, to the words I hadn’t fully understood but felt anyway. Sleep had done nothing to soften them. If anything, they felt clearer now, sharper in the light of morning. I tried distracting myself, I washed a mug that was already clean... straightened the edge of the bed, opened my phone and locked it again. Eventually, I stopped pretending. I picked up my phone and scrolled until his name filled the screen. My thumb hovered over the call button, hesitating. I took a slow breath, then another, grounding myself the way I always did when anxiety crept too close. Just call, I told myself. You’re overthinking. The phone rang once. Twice. Then went silent. I s

I sat there thinking, my thoughts spiraling when Glen shifted in his sleep. At first it was subtle, a change in his breathing, a faint tension returning to his shoulders then his lashes fluttered, and his eyes opened. They locked onto mine immediately, I must have been drifting, because it took me a second to realize I had been staring at him. Glen watched me with an expression I couldn’t quite name then a small chuckle escaped him. Before I could react, he lifted his hand and lightly bopped my nose with his finger. The gesture was so absurdly normal that it startled me more than anything else. “You’re falling asleep,” he murmured. “Go ahead and sleep.” I blinked, “...you’re awake,” my voice was a little hoarse and my vision quite blurry. “Barely,” he said, eyes still heavy, “but enough to notice you fighting it.” I swallowed, my throat dry. “I should go home,” I said softly. “I don’t have any classes today, so I can rest there.” He frowned, just enough to show he didn’t lik

The moment I agreed to do the shoot, I was ushered into a chair while several hands surrounded me at once. Someone was applying powder on my face, another was placing pins and clips onto my hair… I felt like I was being transformed all too suddenly. Jack hovered nearby, directing the crew that worked on me. I could not see his face through all the commotion but I could certainly pick up on the excitement in his voice. “Okay, so the concept is contrast,” he said, pacing as a makeup artist worked on my eyes. Then he moved on to spew something I was sure made sense in the world of fashion but had no meaning to me. I blinked at him through the mirror. “Jack,” I said flatly, “I’m a business admin student.” He laughed. “Right... sorry, so basically, you walk, you pose, you look like you belong in this world I built.” That I could do. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “I’ll guide you through everything, just follow my cues.” I nodded, deciding to just trust him. When they fin

“What the fuck…?”I muttered the words slowly, scratching my head to really understand everything. My phone was still in my hand, the screen had gone dark now, Jack’s call already ended, but everything still felt like a blur.The male model was really dead.I tried to replay the conversation in my mind, hoping I had misunderstood something, that maybe Jack had said injured, hospitalized, arrested anything else but no.He had been really clear.My mind searched for a reasonable explanation… Perhaps there had been an accident, a fight somewhere else, a medical issue… After all, people die every day. It didn’t automatically mean anything but the thought of Glen’s calmness the night before crept back in.A knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts.“Miss?” the maid’s voice called softly through the door. “Breakfast is ready. Miss Leslie asked me to let you know she’s waiting downstairs.”I forced my voice out, “I’ll be there in a minute.”“Alright, miss.”I stayed seated on the edge of th

When Glen’s message appeared on my phone, I didn’t even bother reading it, as if ignoring it would somehow erase the complicated feelings that came with his name. I didn’t want to talk to him today. I stayed focused on the conversation I was having with Jack and Collins about Scott. We were sitting around the small table in the studio lounge, the faint smell of coffee and camera equipment lingering in the air. Collins leaned back in his chair, arms folded as he listened to Jack explain what little information they had managed to gather. “So that’s it?” I asked, frustration slipping into my voice. “Will the police stop looking into it?” Jack rubbed the back of his neck before sighing. “Pretty much. There's no new evidence, no witnesses willing to talk… it’s the kind of case that slowly disappears.” Collins gave a humorless chuckle, “you’d be surprised how many cases end up like that. If they’re not high-profile enough, they get buried.” “Buried?” I repeated, shaking my head. “Sc