Semua Bab When a Mafia Boss, Drake Del Fiore, Fall At Your Feet: Bab 31 - Bab 35

BettyI feel really low after hearing that. The woman tattooed on his skin is his mother—his own mother, not just any woman. How admirable is that? Very much so. It made me realize that I don’t know Drake at all. I only know him based on his appearance, but when it comes to his private life, I know nothing."Why did she die?"I know I shouldn’t ask. He doesn’t seem ready to talk about it, and his expression turns serious."You don’t have to share if you don’t want to," I say quickly. "I mean, there are some private moments in our lives that are difficult to discuss. Just like me!" I force a smile, trying my best to reassure him as I look into his eyes.His jaw was tense, and his eyes were focused not on me but straight ahead. I could feel my smile fading."I just want you to know that I’m here. I will listen to whatever you want to share, whether it's good or bad. I promise I won’t judge you—I will just listen," I said softly.He nodded and took a sip of his drink, remaining silent.I

Betty's POVKiss! Kiss! Kiss!Everyone is shouting for a kiss, and my face is probably as red as a tomato now. Carmella is drunk, shouting and wrapping her arms around an unfamiliar person beside her.It's a happy day. I am now married to Drake. We kissed earlier at the ceremony, but it was just a peck on my mouth and not a real kiss."Come on, Drake, be a fucking man and kiss her!"I don't know who shouted. His voice dominated the rest. They all laughed."Fine…" Drake mumbled, facing me, looking at me seriously."Hi, love..." he said with a mischievous smile, licking his lower lip. He leaned in closer, reducing the distance between our faces."Ready? Just play along. Let's get this over with. I can't wait to go to bed," he whispered.I nodded, clasping my hands together. I noticed my parents in the corner, their eyes fixed on us, eagerly anticipating what they wanted to happen.Dang it. I will just shut my eyes and play along.I smile and nod slightly. Then, suddenly, I feel Drake's

Betty's POVI couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed, thinking of Drake. His image lingered in my mind, impossible to erase. I feel guilty, bad, and regret what I said earlier.I roll over at the end of the bed and stand up. A gentle breeze flows through the open window, and I glance at the dark sky, devoid of stars."Drake..." I mumble, looking down.This room is on the second floor of the mansion, while Drake's room is on the other side, connected by a door.When he left earlier, I didn't see him, and Diego wasn't around either. They'll probably be together. I hesitate to go to Drake's room, even though we are married, as I'm not comfortable doing so."Tomorrow, we can probably talk about this. We should..." I say, glancing down at the garden. At least the lights on the fountain are still shining. It's beautiful.I lean my arms on the windowsill and inhale deeply. I can feel the cold wind on my face and catch a hint of something minty in the air."It's probably the trees