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All Chapters of The Mafia's Adopted Princess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Twenty one

EVE'S POV "Yes!" Daniel shot to his feet, punching the air with triumph like he’d just won a million-dollar lottery.I couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement, but I raised a hand to calm the storm before it got out of control."However…" I began, deliberately drawing it out.Daniel stopped mid-celebration, dropping his fists. His grin faltered."However what?" he asked, suspiciously.I turned to face him squarely. "If I apply and don’t get the scholarship, I’m calling it quits. That’s it.”His face fell. “Wait—what? Why would you say that?”"Because..." I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Mum's already stretching herself thin. Just getting the application form costs more than we can afford. I can’t let her keep burning herself out because of me. It feels...wrong."Daniel stared at me for a moment, stunned. Then his face hardened with determination. “Okay, fine. But promise me one thing—you’ll at least give it your best shot.”"Of course,” I said softly.“Then

Twenty two

EVE'S POV The night before the audition was anything but peaceful.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the moonlight spilled in through the half-open curtain. My heart was racing, not out of fear, but something far more complex-hope, pressure, nerves, and a desperate need to prove I belonged.It was almost midnight, and while the world outside drifted into sleep, my body refused to settle. The room was still, yet my thoughts danced louder than ever.Tomorrow wasn't just another day.It was the day.The day I would walk into Adam's Cultural Center and submit my application-the day I would audition.Thousands were applying. Only one would be chosen for the scholarship.I wanted it to be me.No-I needed it to be me.I was unsure how I would react if I was not the eventual winner. The mere thought of it caused my heart to race.I rolled over, clutched my pillow, and squeezed my eyes shut. But sleep wouldn't come. Every time I tried, my mind ran through every beat of the dance I'd reh

Twenty Three

EVE’S POV The moment finally came. I gave my mother and Daniel one last, lingering hug. Her perfume—warm vanilla—clung to my jacket as I stepped away, forcing myself not to look back. My heart was hammering inside my chest, but I managed a shaky breath and followed the long line of contestants out of the auditorium.Mira, dressed in her signature tailored jumpsuit and sleek ponytail, led us across the paved courtyard under a wide morning sky. The sun glinted off the tall windows, casting long shadows on the ground. Nerves buzzed through the group like electricity as she escorted us into another large hall—a holding area for the next step.I had expected a crowd, but nothing prepared me for the sheer number of people. The waiting room swelled with hopefuls. By a rough count, there had to be at least five hundred of us.Mira cleared her throat with authority, and the room hushed instantly.“You’ll be given number cards,” she announced. “Your card corresponds to the order of your regis

Twenty Four

SELENA’S POV Eve had just stepped onto the stage a few minutes ago, and Daniel and I sat side by side in the viewing gallery, our fingers crossed, eyes glued to the monitor.She looked nervous—shoulders a little stiff, eyes flicking to each judge like she was calculating their reactions. I was whispering prayers beneath my breath, asking God to wrap her in confidence.The judges finally stopped asking questions. A thick silence fell, and Daniel leaned closer, both of us waiting for the music to begin.And then—it did.The moment the first note hit the air, Eve moved.Daniel’s lips stretched into a wide grin, and I felt a surge of energy burst from my chest. I couldn’t help myself—I stood and clapped, cheering her name, even though she couldn’t hear me. Her movements were fluid and fierce, like she had rehearsed in a world far beyond this one. Parents around us turned their heads to the screen, and for a moment, everyone was still—spellbound.No one had danced like this since the aud

Twenty Five

HENDRICKS POVAs we walked through the brightly lit hallway, I found myself casually asking Selena a few questions. Nothing too personal. Just enough to keep the moment from slipping into awkward silence. I learned her daughter had just auditioned. That surprised me. From the way she looked—so fresh-faced, vibrant—you’d never guess she was a mother.“So, I guess I’ll be on my way,” I said as we reached the main foyer.“Hmm, thanks once more,” she replied, her voice soft but sincere.“Alright, bye, Selena.”“Goodbye.”I turned and stepped out into the cool afternoon air, a faint smile still lingering on my lips. Behind me, I caught a glimpse of her hand raised in a gentle wave. She didn’t scream, didn’t giggle, didn’t lose composure—but I could tell she was reeling inside. That kind of silent awe? It doesn’t go unnoticed.I crossed the street and approached the black SUV waiting with tinted windows. Sliding in, I took my seat beside a figure whose entire face was obscured by a black

Twenty Six

MORGANA’S POV It was exactly 12 noon. The dance studio echoed with the thump of bass-heavy music as my girls and I rehearsed our choreography. The mirrors reflected our synchronized movements, a vision of perfection—almost.Mr. Jefferson, our dance instructor, stood by the sound system, arms folded, watching every twist and flick of our bodies with hawk-like precision.Except for the girl on the far right—Katherine—we were killing it.He raised one hand, palm out. The universal signal. Pause.The music cut off, and the room fell into silence.“What now?” I asked, striding toward a chair and grabbing a bottle of water. My tone was casual, but laced with irritation.Jefferson cleared his throat politely. “I’m sorry, Miss Morgana. I just noticed something during that last set.”I arched a brow. “Something wrong with my performance? Didn’t I dance to your heart’s content” I asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.“No, ma’am. You were exceptional as always.” He turned slowly to

Twenty Seven

EVE’S POV The following morning, as we were still getting dressed and gathering ourselves to honor the invitation to Adam’s Villa, the unexpected sound of the doorbell shattered the stillness of our home.We all froze.It was odd. No one in the neighborhood ever rang our bell — not unless it was a delivery or someone hopelessly lost.I exchanged glances with Daniel, who peered at me from behind the doorframe, and Mom who cautiously peeked from the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a towel.Slowly, I walked to the door and turned the knob.A tall man stood outside, sharply dressed in a black butler’s uniform — a tailcoat and gloves, complete with a silver pocket watch that glinted under the sun. For a moment, he looked like he had walked right out of a 19th-century film.“Good day, miss, I believe I’m at the Edwards residence?” he said, bowing slightly. His English accent was thick and refined.“Good day, sir,” I replied, trying to suppress my shock. “You’re at the Edwards’ reside

Twenty Eight

EVE’S POV After breakfast, Mr. Adam stood from the table, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “Would you like a tour of the villa?” he asked, flashing a warm smile.I nearly screamed. “I’d love that, sir.”We strolled quietly through the massive hallways, the silence between us oddly comforting. The scent of polished wood, faint garden roses, and something vintage lingered in the air as our footsteps echoed along marble floors. The house was a masterpiece—every corner carefully curated, from the gold-framed portraits to the intricate chandeliers.Eventually, Mr. Adam paused before a grand domed structure, its surface glistening in the late morning light.“Let’s step inside,” he said, pushing open the glass doors.I nodded as I followed him in and gasped softly. I hadn’t realized from the outside that it was a greenhouse. Inside, the air felt different—warmer, sweeter, more alive. Butterflies fluttered lazily between suspended flower baskets, and a stream trickled over s

Twenty Nine

EVE’S POV “I would’ve followed my brother if I’d known you were going to audition,” Treasure said, as we came to a halt in front of the greenhouse, bathed in soft amber light from the descending sun. “Your brother?” I asked, raising a brow. “Yeah.” “Wait… did he also come to audition?” “Nah. You probably met him that day, though. He was on the panel.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to recall. “Wait—are you talking about that young guy? What was his name again?” “Felix,” Treasure answered with a proud grin. My jaw dropped slightly. “That was your brother?” “Yep.” “Like… your biological brother? Your actual mom gave birth to him?” “That’s right,” he chuckled, clearly amused at my surprise. “Told you he was attractive. I’m sure you gasped the moment you saw his face.” I tried to hide the laugh bubbling in my throat. “Yeah, right.” “Aww, don’t even try to act. No girl sees him and walks away unaffected. He’s got that charisma.” I gave a small shrug, not quite able to suppress

Thirty

MORGANA’S POV It was another predictable afternoon—sunlight piercing through the high-rise skyline like golden spears as I stepped out of my sleek black sedan and faced the towering penthouse complex ahead.The guard at the entrance sprang to attention, opening the automatic glass doors for me with unnecessary urgency.I offered him a brief nod, my heels clicking sharply against the pristine marble floor.It’s an automatic door, darling. No need to act like my servant.Then again, I couldn’t blame him—he had “struggled background” written all over him. Some people are just born to serve. I was born to be served.The lobby was quiet, the air scented with vanilla and citrus—just the way Hamilton liked it. I pressed the elevator button, arms crossed, tapping my fingers impatiently. When the polished silver doors finally slid open, I stepped in and hit the button for the 14th floor.With a soft chime, the elevator arrived, and I stepped out into the sprawling penthouse suite. The living

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