All Chapters of The Secret Deal With My Boyfriend's Mafia Father : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It's been two weeks since I moved here. The hospital provided a room on the next floor, and I've been sleeping and eating there. Although I do most of my stuff in Darian's room, there are times when I prefer to do it in my room, alone.I've enjoyed my stay here so far. It's similar to when I lived alone in school, but better. It's better because it allows me to stay closer to Darian.I greet the guards at the entrance to Darian's ward and step inside. I see a nurse cleaning Darian's legs and immediately rush over to her."Oh no, don't," I tell her.She stops and stares at me."Who are you?" we ask each other at the same time.I've never seen her here before."I'll go first. I'm the nurse in charge of this patient.""You? But I've never seen you," I say."Oh, I was on leave, and I've just returned," she explains."So who are you?""Me? I'm Amelia. His girlfriend... No, wife. No, ex-wife." I extend my hand for a handshake.She takes it reluctantly."I was married to him, and then we div

"Help me out of this bed," Darian says.I stand up and rush to him, but he rejects my help. "No, not you. You." He points to Rose, who is behind me.Rose smiles and immediately rushes to him."I'm here, sir," she says as she holds him. But because she is unable to get him into the wheelchair, she goes out to call the guards. Seeing this, I immediately rush to the door and lock it.I've been doing my best to speak to him in private, but it has been impossible. Now that we're alone, I'll do my best to make him remember me."What are you doing?" he asks after I stand before him."No, I should be asking you that question. What are you doing? It's been three days since you regained consciousness. Why have you been avoiding me?""I'm not avoiding you. I don't know you. Didn't you hear what the doctor said? Are you dumb?""Then why are you treating me harshly? You're treating a mere caregiver with so much respect while you treat me like I'm the bad person. I'm here to help you.""You said yo

Darian's POVAfter the welcoming ceremony, I sit at one of the most prestigious tables, among the most influential people in our society.Genovese is sitting in the highest chair, and I'm sitting one chair away from him. His first son sits directly opposite me, while other important members of society sit across the table.This is the table every man in our society dreams of sitting at—the table of power. And since I got married to Bianca, Genovese's daughter, I gained so much power overnight.Power is really important. Money is important too, but I feel power is just as important as having money.You can move so many mountains when you have power. You can break every barrier and stronghold. You can command so much respect when you have the right amount of power. And the people in these very seats reek of power.You can easily tell when someone is powerful by the way they carry themselves. According to my underboss, Lucian, I've been climbing the ladder little by little through my own

Rory stands up the second I enter the safe house. It's the house where Darian and I got married. I'm shocked that Lucian brought me here."Hey, you're here," Rory says with a smile when he sees me. But I'm too shocked to speak, so I quietly continue upstairs. I head straight to my room and enter. There, I see Darian sitting on the bed, looking at our wedding pictures.And for a moment, he looks like Darian. My Darian. The one I fell in love with. The authoritative one. The one who hardly listens to me. The one who hurts me the most, but also the one who knows me best.But as soon as he looks up, the feeling changes. I immediately realize that he isn't that Darian. This Darian still doesn't recognize me. He still doesn't recognize the bond we shared. He still hasn't realized how much he loved me. He's staring at the pictures without any trace of familiarity in his eyes.I thought he remembered something. Why did he ask to see me if he doesn't remember me?My gaze falls, and I hold back

"Mom," I call as I watch my mom spread butter on a slice of bread."Yes?" She answers."The truth is, I met Darian yesterday," I reveal.She pauses. "You met who?""I met Darian yesterday.""I thought he got married.""Yes, he got married recently.""Why did you meet him, then? Don't tell me you did something you're not supposed to do with him," she says.I lower my gaze. "I wish that were the case," I mutter."What did you just say?" she asks.I bring my gaze back to her. "I wish that were the case," I repeat. "I want to do things with him. I don't care if they're bad. I want to be with him," I mutter.My mom drops the cutlery and the bread, then focuses all her attention on me."Honey, what happened? Will you tell me?"I wipe away the tears slipping from my eyes with the back of my hand. I sniff."I met Darian yesterday, but we had an argument, and then we broke up."She frowns. "You broke up?""Yes." I wipe my tears again. "It's funny, isn't it? We weren't even together in the firs