All Chapters of The Mafia King's Rebel : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Malakai:Guys’ night out has now turned into something that involves Leto, because Xavier cannot say no to her, so here we are, all four of us, in Nico’s house. A bottle of expensive wine sits on the table, Leto is sprawled on the floor, trying to shove two slices of pizza into her mouth at the same time.The woman that everyone looks up to in the underworld is trying to see how much food can fit into her mouth just because she saw some trend on the internet.Nico is seated on the sofa, laptop in his laps. He’s concentrated as usual, his fingers moving on the keyboard like flash. Xavier is busy doing whatever the fuck he’s doing on his phone meanwhile a certain women with a sharp mouth and dark hair is invading my privacy.I just can’t stop myself from thinking about her, damn it. She hasn’t been home in days, and it’s freaking agony not seeing her face. I had wanted to storm wherever she is and drag her home but Nico asked me not to, so instead, I’m updated about her whereabouts from

Camilla:Apparently, the whole world knows that Camilla West is getting a divorce.They don’t know that both parties have signed the papers, of course, they don’t. In less than twenty-four hours, media outlets has released stories about Zion and I’s situation, a lot of people called me unsatisfied in my marriage, seventy percent of the population said I cheated, and crazy women on the internet are commenting that ‘I have aged lesser than wine’All of which hurt very much. I know my assistant warned me directly not to read those comments, but I just couldn’t help it. Why do people even do this? I was already having a shitty enough day as it is, and then someone goes online, types a bunch of rude comments, laughs it out but they don’t know the amount of damage they just inflicted to the person.And so I stayed in my lane, ate ice-cream, and wished I had a quieter, recluse life. I mean how dare they? They don’t even know what’s happening in our marriage and yet they have the guts to assu

Nico:Shock comes in waves, anger also comes in waves, but now, as I stare at my phone with the headline of the day being, ‘Camilla West and her husband, Zion have broken the rumours, there’s no divorce happening!’I keep on scrolling because if I don’t, I think I will go crazy. I am in a tiny coffee shop downtown and there are not many people here except the three women opposite me who are laughing over a cup of coffee and a plate of croissants. ‘Camilla and her husband, Zion have confirmed it themselves in a recent live interview, they are even set to renew their vows, both parties claim that there is no abuse from either side, or any form of infidelity.’The anger that hits me instantly does not come in waves; it comes in multiples— raging inside me. “Did you hear about Camilla and her husband?” one of the woman asks, crunching her croissant loudly, I inch closer to them. “There was a rumour that they were getting divorced, and now suddenly they aren’t anymore. That sounds so sus

Evelyn:When I step into the grand living room, I catch my husband ogling the recent house-keeper, Miss. Keys. He’s sitting down on the chair, withering away like the salty slug that he is, while trying to engage her in a conversation as she dusts one of the precious glass vases.I don’t need anyone to tell me that my deadbeat husband is either drunk as hell, or high.He looks up at me, his eyes hazy. “Oh darling, you’re right.”I pretend to fake a stiff smile. “Yes, I have to drink with Scarlett, I told you about that last night.”“Scarlett who?” he asks, his words slurring around the edges.“Scarlett.” I grit my teeth hard. “Malakai’s girlfriend? I told you that I am going to have a fun chat with her today.”Miss. Keys, a woman who is in her thirties looks at me, before nodding. She understands the eye contact that I give her, because she bows, and excuses the room. Every staff in this mansion has signed an NDA contract not to rattle whatever goes on in this mansion, to the outside

Shadow: I don’t like where Sadie lives, the hallway smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap detergents, one of the lights above me flickers like I am in some sort of horror movie, and even the lock on the door downstairs looks like it can be kicked by a drunk teenager. I do not appreciate the fact that Sadie lives in this unsafe apartment, can I even convince her to move out? ‘Maybe she can move to your apartment.’ A voice says at the back of my head, and I try so desperately to push it away, what the hell is wrong with me? This woman is meant to be my target, yet I’m accompanying her to a wedding. A freaking wedding. When she called me drunk, her words slurring, she was rambling about some sort of wedding thing and how she needed a date. Fake, of course, and she was begging me to come with her. So here I am, ready to pick her up. I don’t bother taking the elevator, it made a groaning sound when I walked past it earlier so I took the stairs until I reached apartment 3B. I knock