Todos los capítulos de Betrothed to the Mafia Heir : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I watched my mom bring out the fancy utensils we had in the kitchen. She was wrapping them up, both the used ones and the brand new ones, all for sale. "Mom, why do you keep selling most of what we've got here? I understand that things aren't really smooth right now, but we've been good. Why are you suddenly selling most of our stuff? Yesterday was our expensive chaise and now our kitchen stuff, including our oven." I didn't even want to mention that she sold my dad's car last week. If she's so worried about our weekly feeding and all that, the money from the sale of my dad's car should already be enough! This whole act was driving me crazy as our once cosy and furnished detached apartment turned scanty in the space of two weeks. "Honey, things are getting worse by the day. We need money to feed and clothe ourselves more than we need these properties" my mom said after about a minute of snubbing me. I won't believe these tales anymore. The money she's gotten from most prope

My mom kept looking at him and I wondered why she pulled me behind her. "What are you doing here? I've got a week more to do the needful " "I only came to remind you and of course, to let you know that an interest amount has been added " . He had a smirk on his mean face when he made that last sentence. I wondered if it was the doctor handling my mom's treatment that sent Mr Draco to remind my mom of the payment deadline. But why the word "interest amount" ? Is the treatment now a sort of business? I thought to myself. I watched my mom's countenance fall, but she maintained a straight face again. "This is not part of the deal. Why asking for interest this time ?" my mom said again. Then, Mr Draco walked two steps closer to her. An angry look was on his face as he beckoned on the man he came with, who in turn, handed over a stick of cigarette and lighter to him. "Vivienne, " he called my mom with a hoarse voice. She drew back a bit, immediately Mr Draco lit

At first, I thought it was the caretaker that came in so I didn't bother to look up. I noticed that the person didn't say a word or probably hand over an umbrella to me , so I raised my head after arranging the bed and met the gaze of a young man. I was shocked and I wondered if the room was paid for by the man. He walked close to me and surprisingly, I didn't move an inch backward, though I was already a bit scared. "You really do know how to dress a bed. The sheets are clean actually " he said. I noticed that his voice was a bit calm , but his face was expressionless. "Thank you sir" was all I could say. All of a sudden, the rain began to pour down heavily. No one can walk three inches under that rain without getting drenched badly. I kept looking at the door to know if the caretaker would come in with the umbrella. The man walked closer to me, so that I could feel his breath and the sound of his heartbeat. I perceived the smell of alcohol and I wondered if t

Don Juan sat at the very end of the long table while other men sat around each side of the table. These people were another dangerous mafia, the one that had been even before Draco became a mafia Lord in his own organization. That explained the reason why theirs were filled with men in their late fifties and early sixties. They'd been really old in the game. However, the City Council , led by Draco of course posed a great rival to them in the entire Mafia in America . They were already competing over superiority in their dirty game. A particular Mexican client had come to them for the sale of currency and guns. The man had seven months to conclude the deal with them. But then, he met with Draco, who offered him four months for the deal to be sealed quickly with him . Draco was giving the man a thousand and one reasons to abandon the Headers and hand over the deal to Draco . That was a big slap to the Headers, Don Juan and his men! This Mexican client

He turned and his gaze landed on Valerie, his secretary. He wondered how long he had been standing in his office and recalling his last time with Disha. His workers had already started coming and that was probably why he met Valerie in front of his office. "Any problem, Valerie?" he asked "Not really sir. it's just that you haven't been at work for three days now and I just found you here, looking lost. Is everything alright with you sir?" she asked with a concerned look. "I'm okay , Valerie. Get the cleaner to clear this desk " "She's not yet at work. But I can help clear everything for you, sir " she offered, praying in her mind that he would allow her to clear the office. She wondered why her boss hadn't been able to notice her unwavering likeness for him. "Fine then. Go ahead " . Valerie had never asked to clean his office in place of the cleaner. Today that she offered to , he was a bit impressed and allowed her . He sat on the sofa bed