All Chapters of The Mafia's Adopted Princess : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EVE'S POV I lay curled up on the bed, my face buried deep in the damp pillow, the fabric soaked with tears that wouldn’t stop. My chest ached with every sob, my body trembling as though trying to shield itself from a future I wanted no part of.Beside me, Daniel lay silently, his arm hovering just above my back. He had tried everything—gentle words, brushing my hair, even quiet humming like he used to do when we were kids—but nothing could soothe me. Not this time.How could it?Father had crossed a line I never imagined he would.Going back to school was already a battlefield. But now? Now he wanted to marry me off. Like a business transaction. Like I was some object he could exchange for profit.I gritted my teeth and turned to stare at the ceiling, my eyes swollen and burning. The walls of my room, once my sanctuary, now felt like the bars of a cage. I was debating whether or not to flee from home. Because there was no way I wasmarrying into some idiotic family. I am only but e

EVE'S POV Downstairs, the living room buzzed with forced pleasantries and pretended politeness.The Radfords sat stiffly on the long sofa, dressed to impress. Mr. Radford wore an expensive tailored suit, legs crossed confidently, as if he already owned the place. Ezra, his wife, sat beside him, hands folded in her lap, eyes darting across the room.Nathan looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. He sat in a one-seater across from Daniel, fidgeting slightly under Daniel’s silent, piercing gaze.He shifted uncomfortably. Daniel didn’t look away neither did he blink an eye.Nathan glanced toward the kitchen, then back at Daniel—who was still staring, jaw locked tight, eyes burning holes through him.Eventually, Nathan turned his head to avoid the intensity.Daniel leaned back and gave a quiet, dismissive scoff before turning his gaze to father.At the center of it all was Father, speaking animatedly with Mr. Radford, as if this wasn’t a house divided by tension. They were trading stori

EVE'S POV The front door slammed shut behind Dad as he followed Mr. Kingsley like a trained mutt chasing the scent of authority. Mum stood frozen in the hallway, watching him go, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her jaw clenched.“When did he become someone’s dog?” she muttered under her breath.Daniel, standing beside her, cleared his throat. “Eve isn’t here, Mum.”Her eyes widened in alarm.“Maybe she’s in her room,” Daniel added quickly. “Let’s check.”They rushed through the house, opening doors, calling my name, looking behind curtains and under beds like it would somehow explain my absence. But I wasn’t there. I had vanished.Panic crept into Mum’s features. Her voice trembled with each passing minute, her eyes darting from room to room like she was searching for answers in the wallpaper. Daniel tried to reassure her.“She’s okay,” he said. “She probably just needed space. After everything with the Radfords… it’s a lot.”But no one really knew where I was.---------

EVE'S POV “It was an arranged marriage,” Mom began, her voice low and steady. “To be exact, it happened when I turned twenty. My uncle—bless his soul—thought it was a wise decision to marry me off into the family of one of his old friends. He wasn’t doing too well financially at the time, so to him, it was an opportunity.”She paused, eyes flickering as though replaying an old, painful film in her head. I noticed the way her fingers trembled slightly as she brushed away a tear.“I wasn’t like you, Eve. I was timid. I wasn’t brave. I didn’t question anything. I just assumed my uncle’s choices were for the best.”The room fell silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. The dining room lights cast a warm yellow glow that bounced off the glass of water in her hand. I reached out, gently sliding it closer to her. She took a small sip, then exhaled.“I married Maxwell. And to his credit, he let me continue my education—at first. I had you when I was twenty-three. After you were

MAXWELL'S POVOdette and I had been seeing each other for about eight months now.Yes, even while Selena was still in my life.She knew about Odette. She always did. But she stayed quiet—perhaps out of fear that causing a scene would ruin things for the kids. Selena was always like that—self-sacrificing, too forgiving.The truth? I began cheating when I stopped finding her attractive.It wasn't just her. It was what I let my mind believe. My friends always talked about how their wives changed after childbirth. They called it “losing their glow.” I started seeing Selena through that distorted lens—chubby, tired, no longer desirable. The narrative poisoned me.And then came Odette—twenty-six, vibrant and seductive. A woman who saw me as the ideal catch. Of course she did. I’m successful, charming, and I don’t look a day over thirty-five. No one would ever guess I’m pushing fifty.“I’ll be back before you miss me. Be a good girl” I teased, giving her a firm kiss and a playful squeeze on