All Chapters of The Mafia's Adopted Princess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

HAMILTON’S POV The night air was crisp, calm, and silent—just the way I needed it. It was past 8 p.m., and I had spent the entire day holed up in my suite. I didn’t feel like going to a party or some overhyped celebrity event. For once, I just wanted… space. Air. Solitude.I slipped into a hoodie, pulled on a cap, and grabbed my face mask before heading out. My car purred to life beneath me. As I drove aimlessly, I found myself slowing as I passed the Flowers’ penthouse.“Going there would seem stupid,” I muttered to myself, my grip tightening on the steering. I hit the gas again.Eventually, I ended up at a nearby public park—the same park where I’d taken Eve just two weeks ago after a late-night practice. It had been spontaneous, unplanned, yet oddly meaningful. We had laughed, shared snacks, and talked like old friends. That night left a memory and I couldn’t help the smiles that ran across my face.I parked, keeping my mask on as I stepped into the dark serenity. The soft rustl

HAMILTON’S POV I hugged Eve back, letting my eyes fall shut as her arms wrapped around me. It had been years—maybe even a decade—since I felt something so real. Not staged, not calculated, not fake. Just… warm. Safe. Human.That hug, however simple, would stay with me for a long time.The drive back to the Flower’s penthouse was blanketed in silence. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, knuckles loose on the wheel, while Eve stared out the window, letting the wind tease strands of her braids.She kept opening her mouth like she wanted to say something but stopped herself every time. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t know what to say either.“We’re here,” I said softly as the car came to a gentle stop in front of the gate.Eve stepped out of the car and I followed suit.“What are you doing?” she asked with a raised brow.“What does it look like? I’m walking you to the gate.”She gave a half-laugh, half-sigh and shook her head, letting me fall into step beside her.We reached the biometric scanner

EVE’S POV Mr. Henry had a bright idea—to treat the entire Flowers crew to a celebration dinner at the biggest club in town. I’d never stepped foot in a club before, but something about tonight felt right. Maybe because I wasn’t going alone.Hamilton and Felix both agreed to come along.“I’m gonna come too,” Felix told Mr. Henry casually.“Sure, you’re always welcome,” Mr. Henry replied. “You too, Hamilton.”Hamilton didn’t say a word. He just grabbed his jacket and walked out.I noticed the tension in his face. That same distant look whenever his father spoke. Does he really not like his father? I sighed quietly.I turned to Felix. “Can we go now?”He checked with Mr. Henry’s assistant, who nodded.“Let’s go,” Felix said, smiling. He reached for my hand, and we walked out together.As soon as we got in the car, I leaned slightly toward him. “Felix?”“Yeah?”“What do people even do in clubs?” I asked shyly.He chuckled. “Wait—you’ve never been to one?”I shook my head. “Never.”Hi

EVE’S POV I was back at the Flowers’ penthouse, freshly dressed and ready for what was supposed to be the biggest day of my career so far. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor as I paced, waiting… hoping.The front door swung open.I inhaled, heart stuttering. Felix?But no—just Morgana’s manager. I exhaled sharply, deflating.Since waking up at Felix’s house the day before, something had felt… off. A strange fog hung over my memories, and even though Felix had casually said I got drunk and passed out, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else happened.And I was right.Flashes began returning in broken frames—my dress riding up as I twirled on his bed, my arms around his neck, my lips—I kissed Felix.I screamed into my pillow when the memory fully resurfaced, muffling the horror and confusion clawing at my chest. What was I thinking? Why would I do that?Worse—I called him handsome.Where did that kind of boldness even come from?And why… why did I like it?No.

EVE’S POV “Did I annoy you with all that crying back there?” Felix asked softly as we walked toward his parked car at the edge of the cemetery.I had dismissed Elvis the moment I saw Felix’s car. I knew I wouldn’t need a ride back.“No,” I said, simply.We got into the car. Felix started the engine and pulled out of the cemetery. The road ahead stretched silently before us, but the car wasn’t the only thing heavy with silence.I kept stealing glances at him. His hands were steady on the wheel, but I could still see the residue of emotion behind his eyes. I wanted to reach out—to hold his hand, say something comforting—but I stopped myself midway.What are you thinking, Eve? Holding his hand? Seriously?I pressed my palm to my forehead in embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Felix glance over.“Why are you punishing yourself?” he asked, amused.“No reason,” I muttered. Then I asked, “Are you okay now?”He looked ahead, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Are