All Chapters of Caring For The Mafia Son: Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Rachel's POVI made my way down the grand staircase to the main foyer, the soft pink dress fitting as though it had been made for me. My hair was neatly styled, swept back from my face with delicate white and pink clips. The makeup was subtle-just enough to polish, not to overpower.Simple white flats complemented the white embroidery woven throughout the fabric.I felt important like someone stepping into a moment meant to be remembered.I smiled as I descended, greeting the guards I passed along the way.Then I saw them.Leo, Damien, Vance, and the photographer with his equipment set up near the tall windows. Morning light poured in, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow.Damien was kneeling in front of Leo, who was tugging at his collar with both hands, his face scrunched in clear discomfort."It itches!" Leo whined."Just for a few more minutes," Damien replied, his tone hovering between patience and mild exasperation. "You can take it off right after."I walked toward them, a

Rachel POVWearing this necklace had made me giddy all morning-and oddly confident.It was nothing like the old one Damien had given me. That blood-red teardrop had felt like a collar, a mark of ownership.This one felt thoughtful. Pure. Romantic.Romantic?I paused mid-step in the campus courtyard, the thought catching me off guard.That felt like too much. Here I was, reading into things again. He'd given it to me as a gesture of respect. Recognition. Nothing more.Right?Mark stood a few paces behind, waiting patiently for me to continue walking.I shook off the thought and kept moving.Everyone had complimented the necklace since I'd stepped onto campus-classmates, professors, even the barista at the coffee cart. And now I couldn't wait to hear what the girls thought.We finally reached the café, and I spotted Chloe and Isabella at our usual table near the window.I jogged over, grinning. "Good afternoon!"I slid into the seat between them as Mark positioned himself a respectful d

Rachel POVThe car stopped in front of the familiar apartment block, the driver parking close as he turned off the engine."We've arrived, Mrs. Montrel," he said.I nodded, and Mark got out of the car from the backseat, opening the passenger door for me."Thank you, Mark," I said with a small smile. Even though he was doing this as a job, I still needed to show my appreciation.Mark nodded politely, standing beside me. "It would be better if I followed you in, ma'am. I know you want privacy, but it's for your safety."I nodded. "It's fine. Just hope you don't mind the rundown apartment." I tried to joke, though Mark didn't respond-just gave another curt nod.I began walking toward the apartment complex, climbing the stairs with Mark a few steps behind.Finally, I arrived in front of Dad's door and knocked.I heard a sniffling sound from inside, then shuffling footsteps before the door creaked open.Dad stood there, and my breath caught.He looked terrible.His face was pale and unshav