All Chapters of The Mafia's Adopted Princess : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EVE’S POV “Eve, you’ve been staring at Kelvin’s stretched palm for about two minutes. Are you okay?” a voice asked—whose, I wasn’t even sure. Everything around me sounded muffled, like I was underwater.I blinked rapidly, forcing myself back to the moment. I could feel all eyes on me. Hesitantly, I placed my hand in Kelvin’s. His grip tightened slightly—intentional, like a silent threat—and I instinctively pulled my hand back, trying to hide the shiver that ran down my spine.He turned to greet the others, smoothly slipping into conversation like he hadn’t just unsettled me. I took a seat as far away from him as possible, my mind racing.Mr. Frank stood and clapped his hands together lightly. “So, Kelvin is not only your new producer but also a songwriter. If you need help with lyrics or arranging vocals, he’s your guy. But for this upcoming track, I want you girls to write the song yourselves. You have one to two months. If you need anything, contact me or my secretary, or better

DANIEL’S POV School was over for the day, and surprisingly, I found myself walking home with Elizabeth. We’d only spoken for the first time today, yet here we were—chatting like old friends.What surprised me even more was that she lived just across from me. I stopped in front of my house, pointing across the street.“Wait, that’s your house?”She nodded and pointed to a modest two-story building directly opposite.“Yeah. That one.”“No way. I’ve never seen you around. Not once.”She shrugged. “That’s not surprising. I’m always early to school. You, on the other hand, are always late.”“Ouch,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck with a grin. “What about Saturdays? Never seen you out.”“I’m not the type to play and walk around outside my house. On Saturdays, I’m mostly in my room, usually watching K-dramas.”I blinked. “K-dramas? Like… movies?.”“Korean dramas,” she corrected with a small smile.“Ohh..Interesting. You should come out sometimes.”“For what? I don’t really have any

EVE’S POV The morning sunlight poured through my bedroom window, warm and golden. I stood in front of my full-length mirror, going through the choreography one last time, practicing each step with a mix of excitement and nerves. Today wasn’t just any day—it was the Teens Month Festival, and I was set to perform live at the City Stadium. Thousands of people would be there. My first live performance as the new Flowers.My heart was racing.After a final twirl and breath check, I darted into the bathroom. A warm shower calmed my nerves slightly. I dressed slowly, carefully—hair in soft waves, a touch of makeup, outfit approved by our stylist the day before. After a final check in the mirror, I stepped out of the room, my heart thudding.Downstairs, I found Priscilla and Morgana already waiting in the sitting room. Priscilla looked up with a smile and waved.“Good morning,” I said.“Morning,” Priscilla responded brightly. Morgana didn’t even blink. She just sat there, scrolling through

EVE’S POV The club pulsed with music and strobing lights, the bass vibrating through the soles of my shoes. People danced in packs, laughed over drinks, and swayed to the rhythm under the colored lights. But even with all the noise and energy, I felt… disconnected.“Hey, where are the guys?” Priscilla leaned in and scanned the crowd, her voice barely audible over the music.I shrugged and took a slow sip from my cocktail, eyes roaming. “I don’t know. Weren’t they informed?”Priscilla’s brows furrowed in concern, but before she could say anything, Morgana chimed in, her voice laced with venom.“And why are you bothered about that? Why does their presence make a difference?”Her stare was sharp. I looked away, choosing not to engage. Priscilla, sensing the tension, stood up quickly.“I’ll be on the dance floor,” she announced and walked off, leaving me alone with Morgana.I felt Morgana’s eyes on me—cold, intense. Her silence was heavy.I shifted uncomfortably and made a move to stand

EVE’S POV Passersby kept casting curious glances my way—some subtle, some not—as I sat hunched on the park bench, tears trailing down my cheeks beneath the disguise of my oversized sunglasses and mask. It was humiliating, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not now.My chest felt heavy. Suffocated. Like someone had tied a rope around my ribs and pulled it tighter with every breath.What am I going to do?I couldn’t tell anyone. Not Felix. Not Hamilton. Not Priscilla. This wasn’t just some petty drama—this was the kind of trouble that ruins lives. That rips everything away. It will only get me into trouble or worst still, make me lose the the guy I love. I tried to joggle my thoughts and what step I would take next, but with Morgana on this, there’s no doubt I would go through hell. Morgana had me. And she knew it.I agreed to her terms. I nodded. I said yes. I played along like a scared little girl—and maybe I was. What choice did I even have? They cornered me, and I folded.Now,