The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

Watched as I struggled to erase every moment we had. She was gone. All right, she was married. And I was just a relapse. Damn it! I refused to think like that. I refused to let the sting in my eyes betray me. "Sir?" a short woman stopped in front of me, and I tried to regain my composure. It was Mia's maid. "Mrs. Hudson asked me... Oh, you're Apollo Castiello?" Mrs. Hudson. My heart seemed to shatter into pieces at hearing that name. Mia didn't like her civil name, but there was little we could do about it. It was part of her, something she carried like a constant shadow.

she pulled me as I was still star-struck by her shamelessness. We got into the cab beading back home as I pondered hard on what Romeo had told me, what more haven't they told me... I stared at the watch, a tiny light blinked each second we moved. "I hope you never get to use this..." I knew better than to underestimate a mafia, now imagine a big ass mafia ring, I shuddered at the thought. The cab pulled up at our dorm, I saw a familiar car but didn't think much of it. I held the basket tighter waiting for Lovina to settle up the bills, as we walked back to our place, Glen walked in front of us obstructing us from going further.

But crazy was a complete understatement of how he felt about her leaving. He smiled bitterly. It shall be known that this was the exact moment Leonardo Marcello became a psychopath. ****************************** Amelia rushed to envelope her in a hug. “Arya we missed you, welcome home”, she said with a motherly smile. If only they knew the bomb she was about to drop. She couldn’t sleep all night and this morning, she scrubbed her body till she turned pink. That’s why she’s currently wearing a hoodie and jogger. She was sick of the mafia dictating her life but she was more sick of her husband’s lies. Nothing could beat that on her list.

King and continued looking at him in his eyes " My girlfriend too whom I love the most." Mr. King raised his eyebrows looking at Ashton. Ashton laughed and said putting his hand on Mr. King shoulder " Dad now don't say that line of yours……… What it was?? " he was thinking and then looked at Ethan and asked " What it was?? " Ethan looked down and said while scratching the back of his neck " Mafia don't have girlfriends. They don't made for dating ". Mr. King walked towards Ethan and put his hand on Ethan shoulder and said " Ashton he also have a girlfriend. Right?? "

His phone buzzed with a message: [ Meet me today. Let’s connect. – Cassandra ] He tossed the phone aside, jaw tight, and headed out alone. The day blurred into boardrooms and polished smiles. Adrian sat at the long table of Valerio Group, the voices of his associates droning on about expansion and contracts. He pretended to listen, but his mind was elsewhere—on Cassandra, on Marco Rossi, on the looming shadow of Don Enzo Rossi. Mafia lords… they don’t fight with fists. They control with silence, fear, and blood.

I’m not sure she fully understands what those words mean. It means I can’t share her with any man. She’ll always be mine, no matter what happens. She only nods. Smiling, I whisper the words I swore off for years. “I love you, Malishka. Much more than you know.” Laura beams, the smile reaching her eyes. “You promise to never keep secrets from me again?” She asks. I nod, “I promise…” I hum. But the truth is, my true mafia life will remain a secret. The things I did in the past will remain a secret. It’s better that way. No open wounds. No pain. No sorrow.

someone asked. Others repeated the question. I let the silence stretch just long enough before answering. “The woman Marco has a secret child with,” I said slowly, “is Signora Amara.” I turned slightly. “So yes—Alessandro’s wife.” The reaction was louder this time. Shock spread across the entire courtyard. “That’s impossible!” “How could that be true?” “Those are lies!” “Prove it!” Voices rose everywhere at once. Before I could continue, Laura stood up and walked directly toward me.

You think you're above the law, but you're not. Julia's eyes narrowed. "What do you want, Marcus?" "Oh, I think you know. I want what's rightfully mine. And l wouldn't stop at nothing to get it." Echo stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "You will leave Julia alone, Marcus. She's not a pawn in your game." Marcus sneered. "And who's going to stop me? You? The CEO's secret lover?" Julia's heart raced. She knew she had to think fast, to protect Echo and their love…

she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. He leaned close, whispering with a naughty grin, “You tasted the coffee after me. That means you’ve already shared with me, like a wife does with her husband. That sip was an indirect kiss, baby. It proves you secretly love being my other half, even if you keep pretending otherwise.” Her mouth fell open; she bit her tongue, realizing her foolishness. “The wife of the mafia don is also a devil,” he chuckled darkly. “Mrs. De Luca.” “Oh my stars! Such a monster!” she scolded, her voice a mixture of irritation and fluster.

Chapter 61 “What?” “Who’s calling?” “No. What did you say?” “I love you. It’s no big deal. Who’s calling?” No big deal?!! The mafia boss had just confessed his love to her and how it was no big deal?!! “You love me?!” “Liv. Answer the phone.” She couldn’t, not when she knew who it was. She was trembling, teeth gritting as her jaw tightened into a lock. Alex couldn’t discover her secret, not right now—not when he’d just admitted to being in love with her.