All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Danny’s POVA week after flying back from China, the estate had settled into a quiet, heavily guarded routine. But inside our bedroom, my mind was a chaotic mess.I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning to the side as I stared down at my reflection. My belly had visibly popped over the last seven days, round and prominent beneath my shirt. My hips had broadened to accommodate the pregnancy, and my face looked softer, rounder."I look fat," I grumbled under my breath, poking at my waist with a deep, dramatic frown. "I literally look like a balloon."From behind me, two broad arms slid wrapped around my waist, warm and comforting as Chad pulled my back against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the crook of my neck, his dark eyes meeting mine in the mirror."Still going to wear a crop top with that bump, love?" he teased softly, his lips twitching into a smug grin.I turned around in his grip, frowning up at him as I beat his chest with my palm. "This is entirely your fa

Danny's POV Chad occasionally glanced over at me, his dark eyes heavy with concern, but every time our gazes nearly met, I quickly looked away toward the tinted window. I couldn't help it. The man sitting beside me in this leather seat was my husband. The man who kissed my forehead every single morning, who gently rubbed my belly with oil when the babies kicked too hard, and who held me tight against his broad chest when nightmares woke me up crying in the middle of the night. He was also the man who had stood in that yellow-lit room and watched a woman be buried alive in concrete without so much as blinking an eye. I knew Chad was the Godfather. I knew what his dark mafia world was like. But knowing something in your head and physically witnessing it with your own two eyes were two entirely different things. "I thought you wanted them dead too," Chad finally broke the heavy silence, his deep voice low. "I did," I answered quietly. "Then what's wrong?" I stared out t

Chad’s POV (Continued)Specifically, he had rambled for two weeks straight about wanting a giant, greasy bacon cheeseburger, crispy seasoned fries, and warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies, comfort food that was hot, decadent, and utterly unhealthy.I set my glass down, rolled up the sleeves of my dark dress shirt, and headed straight downstairs to the main estate kitchen.The team of professional chefs immediately straightened into panicked alignment the second I pushed through the double doors."Your Grace!" the head chef bowed hastily, clutching his apron."I'll be preparing Danny's meal tonight," I announced calmly, stepping up to the granite island.The cooks stared at me as if I had suddenly spoken in ancient Latin.One of them cautiously stepped forward, wringing his hands. "Sir... we can prepare anything you desire! Gourmet burgers, pastries, whatever the young master craves. Just give us ten minutes.""I said I'll do it myself.""But, sir—""Do I need to repeat myself?"The en

Danny's POV I ignored him entirely. “Your precious grandson decided he wanted to cook dinner for me!” Granny stared at him. Then she looked at me. Then she slowly looked back at him. “You... cooked?” Chad let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the cushions. “I attempted to.” I nearly fell against his shoulder laughing. “Attempted?! Granny, the entire kitchen was billowing black smoke! I genuinely thought the west wing was on fire!” Noah let out an undisguised snort from his chair. Granny covered her mouth with a manicured hand, but her amused chuckles escaped anyway. “Oh, my goodness! The mighty Godfather, defeated by a simple frying pan!” “Mother,” Chad warned dryly, a faint flush touching his neck. That only made Granny laugh harder. I wiped a tear gathering at the corner of my eye. “And the four chefs were standing around watching him like they were attending his funeral!” “Danny!” Chad grumbled, nudging my side. “What? It's the literal truth!” Noah sho

Danny's POV The entire living room went completely, utterly silent. The maids froze. The guards froze. I pressed my lips tightly together, trying with every ounce of my soul to hold back a giggle. Beside me, Chad simply turned his face away toward the window, looking thoroughly unbothered. Granny looked at Noah as though he had just asked her the most profoundly stupid question on the planet. "Just as dumb as your best friend," she muttered dryly into her teacup. That was the final straw. I completely lost it, bursting into a fit of breathless, hysterical laughter so hard that I had to grab onto Chad's suit jacket to keep my trembling knees from giving out. Noah looked personally, deeply offended by the universe. "Excuse me?! You've been pretending to be paralyzed for TEN WHOLE YEARS?!" "Very good, Noah. You can count," Granny offered a saintly, approving smile. "Mother!" Noah gasped, clutching his head in utter betrayal. "Oh, please don't shout in my ears," Granny