All Chapters of My Boyfriend's Mafia Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Hey, come over for dinner tonight. Let's have some good time together."Lia Moretti stared at the message on her phone, blinking once, then twice, before reading it all over again. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her. There was no way she had just received an invitation to the De Luca family mansion just like that.She read the text for the third time.Matteo: Hey, come over for dinner tonight. Let's have some good time together.Her mouth slowly fell open, and before she realized it, an excited squeal escaped her lips."Oh my God…..."The phone nearly slipped from her trembling fingers as she sprang off the bed. She hugged it tightly against her chest, spun around in the middle of her room, and laughed like someone who had just discovered she'd won the biggest jackpot in history."No," she corrected herself with another delighted gasp. "This is even better than the lottery!"Without bothering to put on her slippers, Lia bolted out of her room."Emma!" she shouted, her voice e

To flee for her life or help?The Don of the most powerful mafia family in the whole world was crumbling just a few feet away from her.He made a weak gesture, as if telling her to go.But when he tried to take another step, his shivering legs failed him.He slumped hard against the wall, and Lia instinctively rushed to assist. She grasped him before he fell. "Are....you...okay?" She stuttered.Lia's physical contacts with his skin suddenly made his muscles enlarged and he sweat profusely.It was until now that he realized his drink had been manipulated with some aphrodisiac drugs to force out his sexual urges. Who could've done this? The only plausible answer is the closest ally to him, Matteo. "That bastard, he hissed."He pushed her away with surprising strength for a man in his state."Don't touch me," he ordered in a rough, deep voice.Lia's body flinched."I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, raising both hands in surrender. "I was only trying to help.""I don't need help."He

"He's taking too long."Matteo's voice carried no panic, yet the unease beneath it was impossible to ignore.Across from him, Alessandro rested his elbows on the polished table and looked toward the corridor that disappeared into the eastern wing of the mansion. "You're assuming he had enough strength left to come back."Matteo gave a dry laugh."Dad has survived assassination attempts, betrayals, and wars that buried stronger men than him. Whatever happened back there, weakness isn't one of the possibilities."Enzo clicked his tongue impatiently."Won't he shoot us dead if he returns back?.""That's the question."Around them, the banquet continued as though nothing unusual had happened. Only the six people gathered around Matteo's table knew that beneath the luxury, a dangerous gamble had already been played.Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his expression unusually serious."Let's assume the worst."Bianca shot him a look."You always assume the worst.""And that's why I'm rarel

"If a man ever looks you in the eyes and tells you you're different," Emma said as she lazily flipped the page of a fashion magazine sprawled across her lap, "do yourself a favor and run."Lia looked up from the mug of hot chocolate warming her hands and laughed. "That's a terrible way to describe a species you'll spend your entire life with.""It's a realistic one.""And why exactly should I run?"Emma finally lowered the magazine and fixed her with an expression that suggested she was about to reveal one of life's greatest secrets. "Because you're not different. You're simply the newest chapter in a story he's already told five other girls."Lia frowned in mock offense. "Excuse me?""I'm serious. Men have three personalities. The one they show their mother, the one they show the world, and the one that disappears the moment they think they've won."Lia reached for the nearest cushion and tossed it across the room.Emma caught it without looking."Oh, violence already?" she said with

Lia pulled the passenger door open and sank into the seat without a word, her hands folding tightly in her lap, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular through the windshield. Lorenzo didn't start the engine. Instead, he stepped out from behind the wheel, rounded the front of the car, and slid into the seat beside her, leaving the driver's side empty. The leather shifted under his weight as he angled himself toward her, studying her in that quiet, unhurried way of his, like a man reading a page he already knew the ending to. "You're not sad for him," he said finally. Lia turned her head slightly, but didn't answer. "Your friend, then." His voice stayed low, almost gentle. "That's the one who's broken something in you tonight." She swallowed, still saying nothing. "No." He tilted his head, watching her more closely now. "That's not it either, is it. Your eyes are giving you away, little bird. There's relief in them. And disappointment, sitting right next to it, like the tw