All Chapters of One Year with the Mafia Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Isayanna Grandma wraps her arms around me in a deep, loving hug, and I have to force myself to suppress the flood of emotions rushing through me. It has been so long since my last visit. I have missed her more than I realized. She never comes to see me anymore, though, and I know it is because she is trying to give me space—space that I supposedly need and deserve now that I am a wife. But I am here now. I wanted to check on her, see how she is adjusting to her new maid—the one she loves to chat about on the phone. And, of course, I need to let her know about my upcoming trip to Italy in five days. I am excited about it. Honestly, I wish she could come with me. But I know that is not possible. I cannot afford it, and I definitely cannot bring myself to ask Jaydon for help. I do not ask him for anything—especially not money. Even if I could somehow find the courage, the memory of how I was paid before starting the company with him, combined with his mother’s constant accusations t

Jaydon This is the optimal solution. Not the foolish idea of seeing Julie and confronting her with the newspaper headlines. That will not do anything. The crime has already been committed, and the only way to fix it is to accept the invitation to the business dinner party—the one I turned down last week because Isayanna was traveling to Verona two days later. All I need to do is make an appearance there to put an end to the rumors that we are in a contractual marriage. Isayanna liked the concept too, but she wanted to confront Julie directly. We debated it for a while until she finally agreed not to go. Creating a scene would only make things worse. What Julie has done is bad enough. It might undermine the idea of us getting divorced after a year, but I am not going to let it bother me. I do not care about people’s unsavory talk about me, and there is no reason why I should start now. After a year, we will officially separate. I do not care if they connect it to the information Jul

Italy, Verona CityIsayanna Alejandro was there to greet me the moment I stepped off the plane and collected my luggage. The airport buzzed with noise, but his presence stood out like a calm in the storm. He looked exactly as I remembered him—confident, warm, and just a little larger than life. Two massive bodyguards flanked him, their faces unreadable behind dark sunglasses that hid their eyes. They did not speak a word of English, their silence adding an air of mystery to the whole scene.In his hands, Alejandro held a piece of handcrafted paper with my name scrawled across it in bold, elegant letters. The sight of it made my heart swell with a mix of excitement and relief. He was beaming from ear to ear, his smile so wide it could light up the entire airport. It was clear he was relieved I had kept my word and shown up. And honestly? I was glad to be here too, even though a small part of me already missed home.I had not bothered asking Jaydon to come with me again. He had turned

Jaydon Isayanna’s Fashion House stands proudly in front of me, its name displayed in bold, elegant letters above the transparent entrance. The building itself is a masterpiece, a stunning reflection of the dreams and hard work that went into its creation. My chest swells with a strange mix of pride and longing as I stare at it. A sense of contentment washes over me, warm and steady, like the first sip of coffee on a quiet morning. It’s a feeling I haven’t allowed myself to fully embrace in a long time. But now, standing here, I feel it—undeniable and insistent. I want to talk to her. No, I need to talk to her. Is it not time I swallowed my pride and called her? It has been a week. A whole week. And I cannot lie to myself anymore—I miss her. The thought hits me like a punch to the gut. For the past seven days, I have come home from work to an empty house. No, not just empty. Lonely. The absence of someone I have grown so accustomed to is louder than any noise. I miss her presence,

JaydonIt was difficult to contain my fury when I witnessed the bunny-looking youngster biting my wife on the forehead after cuddling her little body to his. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to storm over and yank him away. The sight of his lips on her skin, even in such an innocent gesture, sent a surge of possessiveness through me that I could not ignore. I did not want to disturb the moment, though, because I wanted to see how Isayanna would react. Would she push him away? Would she scold him for overstepping? But no—she fucking let him. She stood there, allowing him to invade her personal space, to touch her, to kiss her. The way she gave him access to her body, even in such a small way, irritated me beyond reason. I could not wait any longer. My patience was wearing thin, and I felt like I was about to explode.Finally, she pulled him away and told him to go. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. Now, it was j