Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Adopted Princess : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

NOVARIA'S POVAfter spending a few minutes scrolling aimlessly through my phone, I finally pushed the covers aside and got out of bed.The first thing I did was make the bed. Living with the Muskegons had somehow rubbed off on me; leaving a room messy now felt almost criminal.Once that was done, I changed into a comfortable outfit–a cream-colored oversized sweater paired with black leggings. It wasn't anything fancy, but it looked nice enough. After tying my hair into a messy bun, I headed downstairs.The weather outside looked colder than usual.Gray clouds stretched across the sky, swallowing most of the sunlight and casting a dull shadow over the mansion grounds. It looked like rain was coming.Still, none of that could ruin my mood.I walked into the kitchen and immediately reached for the cereal cabinet.I was just about to grab a bowl when a voice suddenly came from behind me."You scared me!" I jumped so hard that my hand flew straight to my chest.My heart nearly escaped thro

NOVARIA'S POVSpeaking of daddy, I straightened up right away at the mere thought of him, asking Collins about him."Sylvester won't take long, princess. He will be here next to you when you wake up," Collins replied.That was quite a sad response, but I guess it was out of my control. That being said, we went downstairs to the kitchen, where some goons were smoking and talking about some work stuffs of theirs which I didn't even understand. But at least, I didn't forget to whimper at the smell of the smoke and the noise they were making. It only took a death glare from Collins to make everyone leave as quickly as possible.Surprisingly, Clinton our chef, was already preparing some soup for me, of which Collins and I was of the believe that it must have been on Kelvin's instruction. But I guess it didn't really matter anyways.The scent of onion and chicken gave me a satisfaction, as it has been long since I last tasted a good chicken soup."What happened," I heard Sylvester's voice

NOVARIA'S POVKelvin's words seemed to suck every ounce of sound from the room."And we have been dealing with all this ever since Aria arrived."Silence followed. A heavy, suffocating silence.No one spoke immediately. No one argued. No one denied it.And somehow, that hurt more than anything else.I stood frozen at the top of the staircase, my fingers gripping the wooden railing so tightly that my knuckles turned white.My heart pounded violently against my chest.The brothers looked exhausted. Their faces were hard, their expressions tense. For the first time since coming here, they didn't look like the men who spoiled me, teased me, cuddled me, and made me feel safe. They looked like Mafia bosses. Dangerous. Cold. Strangers.Tears blurred my vision."So what are we going to do about this?" Chris asked tiredly.Sylvester dragged a hand down his face. His shoulders looked heavy and burdened."We end this," he said.My breath caught."We end this once and for all."Something inside m

NOVARIA'S POVSylvester knew Kelvin was right.Driving around aimlessly wouldn't bring me back. Every minute that passed felt like another knife twisting in his chest, but even he had to admit that searching without a lead was useless. He needed information, not desperation.Still, that didn't stop him from gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.The silence inside the SUV was suffocating.Kelvin sat in the passenger seat, constantly checking his phone.Every vibration made his heart jump.Every notification ended in disappointment.Nothing.No sightings.No calls.No clues.No Aria.Another message arrived and kelvin opened it immediately.His shoulders dropped."Nothing," he muttered.Sylvester didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead.The darkness outside seemed endless. For the first time in years, he felt helpless. And he hated it.An hour later, they finally returned to the mansion. Night had completely fallen. Rainwater still

NOVARIA'S POV"You bastard!" Marcus roared, his voice echoing through the basement. "I'm going to kill you!"The room exploded into chaos.Marcus staggered from the knife wound lodged in his side, but the injury wasn't enough to stop him. If anything, it only seemed to make him angrier.Fredo barely had time to react before Marcus launched himself at him.The two men crashed into the floor. A table overturned, chair shattered and fists flew. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the basement.I flinched at every impact.Marcus was bleeding, but he was still bigger and tronger than Fredo.Within seconds, he managed to pin Fredo beneath him. The knife that had been buried in his side was now in his hand.Blood stained the front of his white suit, spreading across the expensive fabric like crimson paint.Fredo struggled desperately beneath him as Marcus slammed a fist into his face. Then another. And another."Traitor!" Marcus snarled.I couldn't just sit back watch.My hand