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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy
THIS IS WAR.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~“Tell me you brought a gun, Alex” I didn't answer.Because I hadn't. And that made Mario curse under his breath. “Fucking brilliant”.Before I could reply, the secretary’s desk phone buzzed, she picked up, nodded once, and then gave us the perfect professional smile.“Mr Blackwood will see you now”She stood, gesturing towards the large frosted glass door, behind her. Mario's hand stayed close to his side, probably resting near a concealed blade.I move ahead, calm on the outside, Alert underneath.The door opened automatically, revealing Julian, with dark slick hair, standing by the window, back to us, his shape painted by the overcast skyline.“Alexandro,” he called out to me as if we were friends, his voice annoyingly smooth like silk. “And Mario…still playing bodyguard or just here to count corpses.” “Depends. You handing out bodies today, Julian?” Mario snapped stepping behind me.Julian turned, his face cold, and hard to read as always. Slick gray
Last Updated : 2025-04-18A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy one
MY LUCKY DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~I stood there, scrambling for a decent explanation, something that would make sense of why I had bodyguards in the office and why Antonio had Patrick pinned to the ground like a scene from an action movie.Maybe I could pretend to be sorry. I didn’t want to get fired, not after working so hard to get this job in the first place.I wasn’t even close to my dream yet. I wanted to be a world-renowned journalist, not some background extra doing cover-ups no one cared about.Vanessa said she didn’t mind, as long as she got paid. But I wasn’t like her.I wanted recognition. I wanted my name splashed across the front page, not buried in the credits.And now Patrick, again, was ruining my life without even trying.“Miss McQueen.”I looked up. Chloe stood there, arms folded, staring at me like I was a puzzle she didn’t feel like solving. Her eyes dragged over me, and suddenly the air felt too thin.“Daydreaming, are we?” she asked.“Huh? No, I was just… I’m sorry a
Last Updated : 2025-04-18A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy two
BEST/WORST TUESDAY EVER ~LAUREN’S POV~The elevator dinged, and I stepped out into the hallway, the buzz of the office hitting me like a wave. People were pretending to work, but everyone was distracted, phones half down, ears perked up. It wasn’t every day Rosette and Patrick caused a whole soap opera episode in the middle of a Tuesday.Vanessa spotted me the second I rounded the corner.“There you are,” she said, grabbing her coffee and standing up. “I just saw Rosette and Patrick storm past reception looking like they’d swallowed a beehive. What the hell happened?”I dropped into the chair at her desk. “It’s a long story.”“I’ve got time,” she grinned, sipping her drink. “Spill.”I gave her the highlights, Chloe grilling me, Rosette’s dramatic attempts at sabotage, Patrick being his usual condescending self, and Chloe completely flipping the script on them both.Vanessa blinked. “So... let me get this straight. You walked in there to probably get fired, and somehow walked out wit
Last Updated : 2025-04-18A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Three
VULNERABLE ~ALEXANDRO POV~I was becoming weak.Too weak, because I couldn’t move. Every part of me wanted to pull the gun tucked under my seat and put a bullet straight through that motherfucker’s skull.I didn’t care that we were in public. The fact that he dared to put his lips on what was mine made him a threat.Antonio stood silently behind Lauren, who had frozen like she was waiting for an order. It was on the tip of my tongue, all I had to say was:“End him. In the most painful way possible.”But I didn’t. Mario was right. I was becoming soft. A fucking coward. And do I like it? No. No, I fucking hate it. It’s eating me alive.I signaled Antonio with a slight nod. ‘Follow him. Handle it.’ I knew the guy was in trouble the moment I spotted him inside Julian’s office.Anything connected to Julian always spelled danger. This one needed to be dealt with, fast.“Hey,” Lauren said, her voice nervous as she stepped in front of me.I frowned, looking down at her. “Get in,” I said co
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DEVOTION.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~Lauren kicked off her shoes, “I still can’t believe you didn’t shoot him,” she said, pulling her hair out of its clip. “Or at least punch him.”I turned to her slowly. “Don’t tempt me. I’m still considering both.”She laughed softly, then walked past me into the kitchen like she’d always belonged here. I followed her, watching how comfortably she moved, how she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water like this was hers.Maybe it was. Maybe that’s what scared me the most. “I want to take a shower,” she said, glancing back at me.“Use mine,” I replied. “You know where it is.”She disappeared down the hall, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and stared out the window, city lights twinkling like stars below.My mind was still racing. The stolen shipments. Ethan. Julian’s name stayed in the air like smoke I couldn’t shake off.Trouble was circling. And she, Lauren, was standing dead in the center of it
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SCANDALOUS MORNING ~LAUREN’S POV~My body still ached in the best way. Last night with Alexandro was... memorable.I’d been nervous, it was my first time with him. But God, it was everything. The way he touched me, the way he owned me... I still had flashes of it when I closed my eyes. My body reacted like it was happening all over again.I was so lost in thought, that I barely noticed the elevator doors ding open.Antonio wasn’t around today, but Luca stood close behind me, unusually quiet. He said Antonio had something important to handle.I prayed it wasn’t what I was thinking.“Good morning, beautiful.”That voice. I turned quickly, and there he was. Ethan. Alive. Standing. Smiling.“You’re here,” I breathed, shocked. I shot a glance at Luca, whose jaw tightened as he glared at Ethan like he wanted to put him through the nearest wall.Ethan’s smile didn’t waver. “Where else would I be?”The elevator slid open. He stepped inside first, cool and calm, his eyes lingering on me like
Last Updated : 2025-04-20A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Six
INTERVIEW GONE WRONG~LAUREN’S POV~I blinked, not once, but twice. This was a scandal okay, maybe the biggest.Julian Moretti Blackwood, another top dog in the business world and Castello's biggest rival. Alexandro would freak out if he ever found out.Julian stood behind Heather as if he belonged there, smirking, calm like he was enjoying whatever chaos was going on in my head.He was supposed to be trouble, at least that's what I was told and what I had read.The kind Alexandro did not talk about, except in threats or warnings….always followed by: “If you ever see him, you run”I never dare to ask why I should run, all I know is that I trust him.And now I was standing in a hotel hallway…and Julian was practically naked, wearing nothing but a low-hanging pair of sweatpants and danger-like second skin.My heart stuttered.Vanessa’s grip tightened around her notepad. “Nope,” she muttered under her breath. “Nope. We are not doing this.” Heather leaned her head back toward Julian, giv
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THE ART OF BREAKING ~LAUREN’S POV~A normal person would’ve walked away. Heard what I heard, packed up their pride, and got the hell out.But I’ve never been good at walking away. Especially not when the wolves were circling. Especially not when I knew my name was already sitting pretty on Rosette Goldberg’s revenge list, underlined in red, probably scented with Chanel No. 5 and malice.Now here I was, stuck in the middle of a meeting that felt more like a firing squad.“Earth to Lauren,” Maryjane’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a scalpel.My eyes lifted from the notepad I’d been scribbling nonsense on. Loops. Crosses. A sketch of Rosette with devil horns.All eyes were on me.Of course, they were.Rosette sat at the head of the table like a queen drunk on her poison, the look in her eyes one part disdain, two parts ‘try me.’“You spaced out,” Vanessa whispered next to me, her voice low. “You okay?”Lie. Lie through your teeth, Lauren.“Yeah, fine,” I murmured, faking normal
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Eighty One
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Nine
SONG PLAYED: “We Can’t Be Friends” by Ariana GrandeTHE GOSSIP WE TALK ABOUT ~LAUREN’S POV~The door swung open like she had been waiting behind it all night, which, let’s be honest…she probably had.Sophia stood there in a faded band tee and leopard print boxers, holding a glass of wine like it was a weapon and I had just interrupted her murder documentary binge.“You look like you just escaped a rich person’s breakdown,” she said, eyeing me from head to toe.“Technically, I did,” I muttered, stepping inside. “Also, this apartment still smells like coconut and emotionally unavailable men.”She shut the door with her hip. “Thanks. It’s the candle and my taste in exes.”We made it to the couch before I collapsed like my bones were optional. She handed me a fresh glass of wine and a stare that said talk or I will make you.“So…” she dragged the word like a slow, sexy murder. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”I choked on the Merlot. “Can we at least say hi first?”“Oh, hi. Now tell me a
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Eight
SONG PLAY: “28” by Ruthie B (Dawn Lewis)THIN ICE ~LAUREN’S POV~“Can we talk?”I didn’t look up right away. I knew that voice. I could pick it out in a room full of demons. Patrick.Slowly, I lifted my gaze from my laptop, arching one brow with all the grace of a woman who used to care, but now only keeps receipts.Vanessa paused mid-flirt on her call, eyes darting between us with that ‘what-the-hell-is-this’ look. I ignored her.Instead, I flicked my gaze to Luca.He was already moving, jaw set, posture rigid, like he was seconds away from turning Patrick into a lesson. I gave a quick shake of my head.Stand down.But the men Alexandro assigns to me? Yeah. They don’t exactly stand down. They loom. With guns. And bone-melting cheekbones.Patrick raised both hands, surrender style. “I just want to talk, Lauren. That’s it.”I stood up, straightening my skirt and pretending like I hadn’t just fantasized about drop-kicking him into next week.“I hope it’s something worth hearing,” I sna
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Seven
THE ART OF BREAKING ~LAUREN’S POV~A normal person would’ve walked away. Heard what I heard, packed up their pride, and got the hell out.But I’ve never been good at walking away. Especially not when the wolves were circling. Especially not when I knew my name was already sitting pretty on Rosette Goldberg’s revenge list, underlined in red, probably scented with Chanel No. 5 and malice.Now here I was, stuck in the middle of a meeting that felt more like a firing squad.“Earth to Lauren,” Maryjane’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a scalpel.My eyes lifted from the notepad I’d been scribbling nonsense on. Loops. Crosses. A sketch of Rosette with devil horns.All eyes were on me.Of course, they were.Rosette sat at the head of the table like a queen drunk on her poison, the look in her eyes one part disdain, two parts ‘try me.’“You spaced out,” Vanessa whispered next to me, her voice low. “You okay?”Lie. Lie through your teeth, Lauren.“Yeah, fine,” I murmured, faking normal
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Six
INTERVIEW GONE WRONG~LAUREN’S POV~I blinked, not once, but twice. This was a scandal okay, maybe the biggest.Julian Moretti Blackwood, another top dog in the business world and Castello's biggest rival. Alexandro would freak out if he ever found out.Julian stood behind Heather as if he belonged there, smirking, calm like he was enjoying whatever chaos was going on in my head.He was supposed to be trouble, at least that's what I was told and what I had read.The kind Alexandro did not talk about, except in threats or warnings….always followed by: “If you ever see him, you run”I never dare to ask why I should run, all I know is that I trust him.And now I was standing in a hotel hallway…and Julian was practically naked, wearing nothing but a low-hanging pair of sweatpants and danger-like second skin.My heart stuttered.Vanessa’s grip tightened around her notepad. “Nope,” she muttered under her breath. “Nope. We are not doing this.” Heather leaned her head back toward Julian, giv
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Five
SCANDALOUS MORNING ~LAUREN’S POV~My body still ached in the best way. Last night with Alexandro was... memorable.I’d been nervous, it was my first time with him. But God, it was everything. The way he touched me, the way he owned me... I still had flashes of it when I closed my eyes. My body reacted like it was happening all over again.I was so lost in thought, that I barely noticed the elevator doors ding open.Antonio wasn’t around today, but Luca stood close behind me, unusually quiet. He said Antonio had something important to handle.I prayed it wasn’t what I was thinking.“Good morning, beautiful.”That voice. I turned quickly, and there he was. Ethan. Alive. Standing. Smiling.“You’re here,” I breathed, shocked. I shot a glance at Luca, whose jaw tightened as he glared at Ethan like he wanted to put him through the nearest wall.Ethan’s smile didn’t waver. “Where else would I be?”The elevator slid open. He stepped inside first, cool and calm, his eyes lingering on me like
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Four
DEVOTION.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~Lauren kicked off her shoes, “I still can’t believe you didn’t shoot him,” she said, pulling her hair out of its clip. “Or at least punch him.”I turned to her slowly. “Don’t tempt me. I’m still considering both.”She laughed softly, then walked past me into the kitchen like she’d always belonged here. I followed her, watching how comfortably she moved, how she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water like this was hers.Maybe it was. Maybe that’s what scared me the most. “I want to take a shower,” she said, glancing back at me.“Use mine,” I replied. “You know where it is.”She disappeared down the hall, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and stared out the window, city lights twinkling like stars below.My mind was still racing. The stolen shipments. Ethan. Julian’s name stayed in the air like smoke I couldn’t shake off.Trouble was circling. And she, Lauren, was standing dead in the center of it
