All Chapters of Ruthless Russo: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

My heart stuttered in fear when Uncle David didn't arrive. I quickly sent a message to my friend Layla to come and pick me up from my location. She replied immediately. "Where's Uncle David?" I asked them as the car pulled over. "It's your engagement today." Rigor said, causing me to freeze. I looked at him in disbelief as my thoughts scrambled to understand. "Nobody asked me." I said as I felt a surge of anger. "We have already discussed it, Butterfly. Get in the car." Uncle said as he got into the passenger seat. Rigor opened the door for me. "Inés," He said gently. I took a deep breath in frustration. I needed to come up with a strategy or something else that could help me to escape this. I slid in the car and Rigor climbed in next to me. He closed the door and Uncle motioned at the driver. "Where are we headed?" I asked them dryly. "Behave, Inés." Uncle said from the front seat. "I came here to complete my degree, no

I clicked the lock behind me. Walking forward, I dropped the ring on the table, shattering the room's quiet. I collapsed onto the couch and simply stared at the wall. Was this all planned? Of course, they wouldn't have arranged everything at the last minute. Dad must have planned something. Next, I grabbed my laptop and looked up Maximo online. There were numerous pictures of him with his brothers, his other mafia friends and many international businessmen. I continued scrolling. When I didn't find any images of him with his wife, I searched again. There was only written information and their wedding picture. I gaped at her picture with a dropped jaw, there was not any difference between us, except the hairstyle. She was a Bianchi princess while I was a Rosso princess. There was a huge difference - my family wasn't powerful like hers. My head jerked at the door as a sudden knock echoed in the room. It cracked open. "Ma'am, dinner is ready." The guard announced.

It had been a week. No one bothered me after Igor showed up that day. I wasn't surprised to find out that Serfina, Louis and Beni were suspended for bullying me. Bully Me! I snorted. One of their friends mentioned that Louis was hospitalized due to his ear problem. I was relieved, it wasn't serious. I also requested Dean to not write anything which would harm their careers. Igor left that evening and I hadn't seen him since. He was better than the Moretti brothers. My books were scattered across the mattress, and instead of studying, I was looking for more information about Maximo Russo Moretti. There was limited information available, only what he wanted people to show. I still hadn't met the Bianchi and the King families. A knock echoed in the room. "I'll have my dinner in my room like usual, Matt. Thank you." I said without looking up. I was taken aback when I heard someone clear his throat. My head jerked up. My eyes dilated,

I chuckled as he clapped looking extremely happy. I offered him his horse toy, which had a warrior on it. He accepted it and put it down. There should be normal toys, but I overlooked the fact that he was a mafia heir, destined to lead the king family. "Baby, aren't you hungry?" Clara asked her son. "No," He replied, shaking his head and grabbing another toy. He extended it towards his mother. "Play with us, momma." He said. Clara smiled as she walked out of the kitchen. She sat on the carpet and she picked him up. "Later, baby." She kissed his head. "You need to eat first. Your grandma would scold me." He shook his head and held it out for her again. "I'm hungry. I'm going to have something to eat and your momma will eat too." I explained as I stood up. He looked at me with his doe eyes. "I'll eat, momma." He told his mother. "My sweet boy!" She kissed his head, running her fingers through his silky hair. A sense of emptiness washed

I couldn't believe that someone could resemble my wife. It had been two years since I lost her. I searched everywhere, still I had no clue. David was the one who showed us his niece' picture. I ran a background check and discovered her name was inés Rosso. She had been sheltered from the mafia life, but her father had trained her like he did his sons. I witnessed her fighting skills, and her eagerness to learn new ways to fight. My Evara, she despised violence, and adored delicate things like flowers. Nino had tried his best to keep her away from the brutality of our world. My gaze set on her as she climbed up the stairs. Evara had been in tears while stitching, but Inés, she hadn't shed a single tear. She was a tough girl. "Pold, can you please wait in the study room?" Eleanor requested, holding a soft smile. "Is it about my daughter, Mrs. King? I raised her this way. It's not her fault." Pold said as his smile flattered, looking at Igor for help. "It