All Chapters of In Love With His Coldhearted Mafia Brother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THIRD PERSON Nico hesitated for a second, then climbed out of the car and followed her inside. He pushed through the doors, the automatic sensor beeping as he passed. The building was a bit small, a bit too small for something he spent half an hour driving too with flickering lights and linoleum floors that had been waxed one too many times. Most of the stores were closed, with their metal gates pulled down, and their windows dark. A few teenagers loitered near the entrance, their hoods pulled up, as they talked in muffled voices. Chloe walked in, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor, her heels dangling from her fingers like she'd forgotten she was holding them while Nico followed a few steps behind, his eyes scanning the empty corridors out of habit.She stopped at a small section of the store near the end of the hall where the fluorescent lights were humming overhead. A cashier sat behind the counter, scrolling through her phone, barely glancing up when they walked in.Ch

EVAI took a quick break to use the bathroom, brushed my teeth and returned back to the room. I picked up the phone and resumed reading the comments. Pausing to grab the bag of oreos I brought to eat last night but didn't, from the nightstand.Then continued reading the comments.> Lololololol: Dante De Luca could punch me in the face and I'd thank him. Have you seen that manI blinked at the screen, then shook my head and kept scrolling.> Watermelonsugar: Honestly, Jace has always been the messy one. Anyone surprised? Didn't he flop his wedding with his ex fiance. I still have the video of him cheating, and here he is, fighting over another one, where is the one he cheated with?> Fashionfigure: Shop the latest collection at Fashion Figure – 20% off with code GALA20. Hurry, sale ends soon!I exhaled and clicked on another article. But it was about another person.I kept searching, typing in different keywords, and checking different websites. The same pattern repeated. Any mention o

EVA I walked through the front door and into the foyer, the familiar smell of cedar and something floral hitting me as I stepped inside. The house was quiet, and every step I took echoed against the marble floors. I stood there for a moment, my bag still in my hand, and the folder tucked under my arm, looking around.There was no one in sight. No maids, no guards, and as expected no Dante.To welcome the person he called over. Was I surprised? No.I was just standing in an empty foyer with a grand staircase curving up to the second floor and a hallway stretching out to my left. I had no idea where to start. The kitchen, the office, the living room—I didn't know which door led to which, and I didn't want to go wandering through rooms like I lived here. That would be rude, and tiring. And being her once doesn't really make me a regular. I don't even remember where the room is.I took a hesitant step forward, then another, my shoes clicking against the cold floor. I turned in a slow c

EVA"You're here."I looked up from the cup and saw Dante walking toward me from the kitchen, a white apron tied around his waist. I stood up quickly, almost knocking the chair back."Yes…I brought the file," I said, reaching into my bag and pulling out the blue folder. "Since it was urgent."He reached behind his back and untied the apron, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. A maid appeared from nowhere, materializing out of the shadows, and took the apron from him without a word, she rushed back to where she came from.Well…that wasn't too perfect and mildly disturbing at all.He buttoned his shirt slowly, his fingers working the buttons one by one with his eyes fixed on me the whole time.I held out the file.He nodded as he got to me but reached past me instead and picked up the cup of water. He brought it to his lips and took a long gulp. Once he was done, he set it down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then finally took the file from my outstretched hand

EVAI walked back upstairs to the room where I left the three women, my footsteps echoing in the hallway as I climbed the second flight. The maid from earlier led me there, and I felt a small twinge of embarrassment as I approached the door. How fast I assumed they were Dante's women. I I assumed the worst. And now I was about to interview them for a job.I pushed the door open and stepped inside.The women were still standing near the windows, their backs straight, their eyes fixed on me as I entered. They didn't moved. They were still holding their papers, dressed in their matching suits,and waiting. I wondered if they've been standing there the whole time.Aren't their legs hurting?Job or not I'd be on that bed with the air conditioning on if I stood for that long.The maid gestured toward a door I didn't noticed before as she walked, it was tucked away in the corner of the room. It was almost invisible, the door was blending into the wall like it was meant to be hidden. I walked