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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Four
I WANT TO GO HOME~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I poured myself a glass of scotch, letting the burn of it settle deep in my chest, but it didn’t do a damn thing to silence the words echoing in my head. ‘I want to go home.’Of course, she does. Of course, she wants out of this mess—out of my world, out of my reach. And I should let her. Hell, I should be the one pushing her away. But the thought of her leaving? Of her walking away from me for good? Yeah. That shit sits heavier than any drink ever could. A voice cuts through my thoughts. “I guess we’re drinking tonight.” Mario. I don’t turn right away, just take another slow sip, staring at the fire. “I thought you left.” He steps closer, dragging out a chair across from me. “I was going to.” He flicks his cigar, watching the ashes fall into the tray. “But your father is a persistent son of a bitch, and I figured I’d stick around. Besides, I’m too damn tired to drive.” Mario scans the bar, wrinkling his nose at my drink. “Still dro
Last Updated : 2025-04-03A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty-Five
CRAZY FIRST DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~It still surprised me that Alexandro let me go back home. Well… it took a lot of arguing, some pleading, and a whole lot of ignoring him before he finally gave in. But of course, it came with a price. I bit my lower lip as I sat in the back seat of the sleek black car he'd sent. I wasn’t expecting a car. And definitely not this car. It screamed wealth. Power. A warning wrapped in luxury. And it came with two guards. According to Alexandro, my safety came first. He said he didn’t know when his father might make another move, and he wasn’t about to take that risk again. And honestly? After what I experienced… neither was I. Nightmares had been my new normal. And this—this was the price of being in Alexandro Lex Castello’s world. The car pulled into the parking lot of Storm Publishing. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and stepped out. So did the guards. I froze and turned around, brows furrowed. “What are you doing?” I asked, alrea
Last Updated : 2025-04-10A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Six
IF SHE DIES, I BURN~ALEXANDRO'S POV~I should have never let her leave. But three days of silence. Three nights of her body in my bed but her eyes somewhere else. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She simply shut down, and somehow, that was worse than if she’d put a bullet through my heart. So I let her go. Home. Work. Routine. Normal. As if any of this shit was normal. But I’d be damned if I let her walk away unguarded. Still—sending guards wasn’t enough. My gut twisted like something was off. So when Mario called about a body down by the docks, I knew. My father was sending a message. The sea crashed violently against the rocks as I stood at the edge of the coast, the salt biting the air. The sky was gray. Fitting. Mario stood beside me, smoke curling from his lips like he was waiting on a goddamn dinner date. His leather coat billowed in the breeze, and he didn’t even flinch as the body was hauled from the rocks.“You really didn’t have to call me for this,” I mutte
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WELCOME BACK, MISS TRENDING ~LAUREN'S POV~I watched as the company’s security made their way toward Ethan, Antonio, and Luca. Eyes followed them—then flicked to me. The murmurs started before I could even react. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I instinctively bowed my head, heat creeping up my cheeks.Why was Ethan suddenly acting out? Why now?Antonio had finally lowered his hand from Ethan’s chest, and Luca was already deep in conversation with one of the guards, trying to smooth things over. I exhaled a shaky breath and took a step forward, weaving my way to Ethan, who stood stiffly, still glaring at Antonio like he wanted to punch something—or someone.Antonio tried to say something to me as I passed, but I shot him a sharp look.No. Not now. He might’ve been following Alexandro’s orders, but that didn’t give him the right to decide who could or couldn’t speak to me. I wasn’t some precious doll to be guarded every second.He stepped back, sensing my irritat
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QUEEN BEES AND QUITE WARS~LAUREN'S POV~I watched as Rosette stood from her seat, heels clicking against the floor with sharp precision as she walked toward me. Her arms folded across her chest, eyes slicing through me like daggers.“Right,” she drawled, her tone dripping with mockery. “You said you sent a mail. Probably ended up in my trash. Do you think I’m stupid enough to read it?”Expected.“At least you admit you saw it,” I replied, holding her gaze.Rosette’s lips curled in a snarl, and for a second, I swore she growled like a feral dog. She hadn’t expected me to talk back—but I was done letting her trample over me. I had survived worse. Guns. Blood. Silence. Fear. Rosette? She was a storm I’d already weathered.“It seems you’re not getting the situation here,” she hissed. “You think growing a backbone and talking back is going to save your job?”I frowned. What was she talking about?“Oh, you poor, clueless soul,” she spat. “I just did you a favor. You don’t have to worry ab
Last Updated : 2025-04-11A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Nine
BUSINESS AND RISK ~ALEXANDRO’S POV ~ I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers change as I listened to Antonio on the line. "Yeah, Patrick put his hands on her again, and that got him a face full of Antonio's fist. Now Lauren is being summoned to her higher-ups. Awesome," I muttered, a hint of sarcasm in my tone. "I'll handle everything, Antonio. Just do your job properly," I said, ending the call with a frustrated sigh. "Trouble in paradise," Mario remarked, leaning against the elevator wall, casually toying with a knife he'd stolen from one of his latest prey. "Antonio's doing a good job keeping her safe and keeping people like her ex at a distance," I replied, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. "Why is he still alive?" Mario asked, straightening up, his imposing height a stark reminder of the danger he could embody. "Because we don’t just kill people, you idiot," I said with a smirk, half amused by his intensity. “No,” he stated, pointing the knife at me in
Last Updated : 2025-04-17A 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
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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
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy Six
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