All Chapters of HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Matvei.“Ah... here comes the king of the day,” my father said, spreading his arms wide like we were best fucking friends.I gave him a weird, disgusted look. Then I turned my eyes toward the Morettis. They looked way too happy to see me, grinning like idiots.“I don’t remember calling a fucking meeting,” I said, my voice firm. My father dropped his arms and stood up, smoothing his jacket. “Rumors are going around that you plan to stay single. That you won't bear an heir for the Orlov clan. You know I don’t like it when our family name gets tainted, Matvei. So I called the Morettis over to renew the agreement we had before.”I let out a harsh scoff. “With whose fucking permission?”The smiles vanished instantly. Fear washed right over the Morettis' faces. Grace stood up anyway, clutching a piece of paper in her trembling hands.“This is the agreement right here, Matvei,” she said. The bitch actually had the nerve to say that shit to my face. “I don’t want a big wedding. Just go ahead

Araceli.She went silent for a second. A distinct flicker of hesitation crossed her features before she finally forced the name out. “Grace Moretti.”“What?” I exclaimed. “How dare he?”I growled the words, the anger vibrating at the very edge of my voice. Suddenly, Vladimir burst into a bright, playful round of laughter. I glanced down at him with a volatile mixture of hurt, confusion, and wonder. Kira, on the other hand, had a look of clear amusement on her face. It was obvious she loved the dark, unpredictable character Vladimir was already developing.“Araceli, I think you need to calm down,” Kira explained, her voice dropping to a low murmur. “I only overheard it from the other guards after I dropped off my reports. One of them said the Morettis scampered out of the house like rats when Don Matvei came back home today. So, I’m not entirely sure of it.”My chest was already slamming hard against my ribs. The mere thought of him going back to the girl who had always wanted him made

Araceli.The heavy leather of the punching bag groaned as my fists collided with it in full force. One after the other. Fast. Ruthless. Every single punch forced a ragged grunt out of my chest.Not far beside me, Vladimir sat in his baby stroller. He wasn't crying. Instead, his tiny feet kicked with excitement, and he cooed softly, watching my frantic movements with pure joy in his bright green eyes.I didn't stop. I kept throwing blows, my knuckles burning under the tight hand wraps. My mind was still spiraling out of control from what Kira had told me last night. I hadn't slept a wink. Every time I tried to close my eyes, Matvei’s face appeared in my dreams. My hatred for him had reached an entirely new level. Waking up this morning, the rage was still a thick, suffocating knot in my throat. By the time evening rolled around, I had no choice but to pour every ounce of my frustration and anger into the leather bag.Over the past few months, Kira had trained me fiercely. After giving

Araceli.The clock showed exactly 1:00 AM when the old sedan engine roared to life. My hands were shaking against my knees, a cold sweat breaking out on my palms. Vladimir was strapped securely into his car seat in the back, his small eyes closed as he slept through the low hum of the vehicle.Kira kept her eyes locked on the dark road ahead, her hands steady on the steering wheel. The dashboard light cast a faint, greenish glow over her worn-out face.“You need to understand the weight of what we are doing, Araceli,” Kira said, her voice dropping into a low, dead serious whisper. “The moment we step into that compound, you are a target again. Matvei’s father is a snake. If he finds out you are alive, and that you have the Orlov heir, he will use every gun in the city to put you back in a box. Or worse.”I took a deep, shaky breath, forcing the nervousness out of my chest. “I am not going back into a box, Kira. I spent a whole year running, hiding in the dark like a criminal while the

Matvei.I stood up straight, my breath rattling in my chest as the weight of everything she just explained slammed into my skull. My mind was spinning, trying to process the horror of what she went through. For a year, I thought she was ashes. I thought I had lost her forever.I looked down at her, my throat tightening until it ached.“Araceli,” I muttered, my voice cracking into a rough, broken whisper. “I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry.”The words tasted like poison on my tongue. A Don doesn't apologize, but right now, the empire didn't mean shit to me. The guilt was eating me alive, clawing at my chest from the inside out. How the hell did I not sense his stupid movements? How did I let my own father play me for a fool? I knew exactly what kind of monster he was. My chest tightened as a memory flashed behind my eyes—the cold, heavy weight of a steel pistol my father had shoved into my small hands when I was just a kid. I remembered the exact sound of the gunshot when he forced me