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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter twenty-seven
NOT HIS TYPE.~LAUREN’S POV~ I grabbed the door handle, my fingers tightening around it as anger steamed beneath my skin. No, I wasn’t just angry—I was furious. I paused, turning back to glance at Rosette and Alexandro one last time before yanking the door open and stepping out. My heels clicked against the floor as I marched back to my desk, my jaw clenched and my mind racing. Plopping into my chair, I let my head fall onto my desk, trying to calm the storm inside me. “Let me guess—Rosette was being a bitch again?” Vanessa’s voice chimed in from the desk beside me. I turned my face to look at her, still resting my head on the desk. “She never fails to show her true colors, even in front of strangers,” I replied with a forced smile. Lifting my head, I glanced back toward Rosette’s office door. Why was Alexandro still in there? I bit my lower lip nervously, my thoughts spinning. Why was I even nervous? It’s not like I cared if he spent an hour—or the whole damn day—in ther
Last Updated : 2025-01-24A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty Eight
I SET THE RULES.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~When my assistant, Hilda, mentioned the deal Storm Media was offering to cover my event, I hesitated. “It’s a good opportunity,” Mario had said, his tone firm. “A little publicity could go a long way.” I wasn’t convinced. The last thing I needed was cameras and microphones poking into my business, especially now. The timing couldn’t have been worse—not with the recent death of the Russian mafia lord hanging over us like a storm cloud. Antonio had called me the moment it happened. “He was assassinated,” he said flatly, no emotion in his voice. Assassinated. One bullet and everything could unravel. The Russians and Italians had always been at each other’s throats, but this? This could ignite something bigger. If the killer wasn’t found—and soon—everything I had built would crumble. My connections, my deals, my reputation. All of it was gone in the blink of an eye. The situation was already tense. Last month alone, there were multiple sh
Last Updated : 2025-01-27A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty-nine
PLAYING GAMES~ALEXANDRO’S POV~Lauren’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her anger and nervousness radiating off her in waves. I could feel it, and it only made me press closer, pinning her more firmly against the cold, tiled wall.“You’re delusional,” she finally hissed, her voice trembling but laced with defiance. “You think you can just… dictate my life?”I tilted my head, a smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth. “I don’t think, mi amor. I know.”Her eyes burned with fury, her hands shoving weakly against my chest. “Let. Me. Go.”But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Instead, I let my gaze linger on her flushed face, her lips, and the way her hair fell slightly over her eyes as she glared at me.“I’ve tried to let you go,” I murmured, the admission surprising even me. My voice dropped to something darker, and lower. “You have no idea how much I’ve tried, Lauren. But you make it… impossible.”Her breath hitched, just slightly, and her hands froze a
Last Updated : 2025-01-28A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Thirty
THE BLOODY MAN.~LAUREN’S POV~ I stared at the chaotic mess in my wardrobe, a sea of outdated clothes staring back at me like a cruel reminder. It had been months since I’d gone shopping, months since I’d felt the need to care about my appearance. I sighed, turning away, and running a hand through my tangled hair. I was tired—physically, mentally, emotionally. And I seriously didn’t want to attend this ball. But I had no choice. My camera and gear sat ready by the edge of my bed as if mocking me. The stress of work, the expectations, the ‘unavoidable’—all of it presses me down like a heavy cloak. Rosette’s words from earlier still played in my head, like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. “You don’t want Patrick as your escort?” she had repeated, her cold, cutting gaze fixed on me, as though daring me to argue further. I’d taken a breath, trying to steady my voice. “No matter what excuse you have, it’s just wrong, Rosette.” She’d laughed—a sharp, looking down-upon
Last Updated : 2025-01-28A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Thirty one
OVERTHINKING.~LAUREN POV~I stood there like a statue, frozen. My mind is racing. The sight of Alexandro in this situation was shocking. Wasn't he supposed to be a trillionaire?Mr perfection.His sharp green eyes held mine and I could almost feel the tension in the air. The two men with him, glance at me, their weapons still in hand, but they don't move.“What are you doing here?”Alexandro's voice was calm but there was a harshness to it that made my skin crawl.I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. My eyes darted to the man on the floor, his breathing shallow, the blood spreading around him. My stomach turned, and I felt like I might be sick.“I….I got lost,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.Alexandro’s expression didn't change. He took a step towards me, his movement slow and deliberate. I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest.“You shouldn't be here,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.Well, he didn't need to tell
Last Updated : 2025-01-29A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter one
THE BETRAYAL~LAUREN~My chest constricted as Patrick's words struck me like a physical blow. I remained motionless, attempting to grasp the severity of what he was saying, but my mind struggled to keep up. The tears I was trying to hold back would not fall, even though every part of me urged me to release them. "You're not the right fit for me, Lauren. I need someone who can help me improve." My voice barely escaped my lips. "Fifteen days before Christmas?" He shrugged, the icy indifference in his gaze piercing deeper than any insult could. "I can't wait any longer."This had to be a nightmare. I stared at him in disbelief, my thoughts swirling like a tornado. How could he do this? After everything—after three years of shared memories, plans for the future, promises of forever. We had already talked about getting married after the holidays. I had been picturing it, imagining how beautiful it would be. And now, this. My heart splintered into a thousand jagged pieces. He cou
Last Updated : 2024-12-09A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter two
TWO-TIMINGA tempest of emotions swirled within me. What the hell was Patrick doing here? And why was Rosette calling him “babe”? Was this some sort of cruel joke? “Patrick, what are you doing here?” I demanded, struggling to mask the hurt and curiosity in my voice. Rosette shot him a look, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes flicking between us like a ticking clock. The strange glances from Lilac, Fatimah, and our other coworkers only intensified the gnawing anxiety in my gut. “Handle this,” Rosette said tersely, her tone sharp as glass. Patrick stepped toward me, his grip tightening around my arm as he yanked me away from the group. Pain shot through me, but I fought to free myself from his grasp. “Let go of me, you lying cheat!” I shouted, my palm striking his cheek with a crack that silenced the room. Gasps rippled through the air, every pair of eyes locked on us in stunned disbelief. “Are you done?” Patrick snapped, his jaw tight, the warmth I once loved in hi
Last Updated : 2024-12-09A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter three
THE NEW BOYFRIEND~LAUREN~I slipped into my sleek black dress—the one I’d worn to my best friend’s wedding. As I straightened my hair and stepped into matching silver heels, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My glasses framed my face, and though I’d never thought of myself as glamorous, tonight I felt just a little confident. Dressing up wasn’t the problem; it was the judgment that came with it. And tonight, with everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure I could stomach it. Grabbing my silver purse, I took a deep breath and left my room. The resort's hallway stretched before me, leading toward the sound of chatter in the garden. Each step felt heavier, a reminder of the betrayal I was trying so hard to ignore. Rosette and Patrick’s faces flashed in my mind, and I silently prayed I wouldn’t run into them tonight. The garden was filled with elegantly dressed guests, their polished appearances marking them as anything but ordinary. My coworkers—Lilac, Fatimah, and Malcolm
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OVERTHINKING.~LAUREN POV~I stood there like a statue, frozen. My mind is racing. The sight of Alexandro in this situation was shocking. Wasn't he supposed to be a trillionaire?Mr perfection.His sharp green eyes held mine and I could almost feel the tension in the air. The two men with him, glance at me, their weapons still in hand, but they don't move.“What are you doing here?”Alexandro's voice was calm but there was a harshness to it that made my skin crawl.I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. My eyes darted to the man on the floor, his breathing shallow, the blood spreading around him. My stomach turned, and I felt like I might be sick.“I….I got lost,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.Alexandro’s expression didn't change. He took a step towards me, his movement slow and deliberate. I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest.“You shouldn't be here,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.Well, he didn't need to tell
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THE BLOODY MAN.~LAUREN’S POV~ I stared at the chaotic mess in my wardrobe, a sea of outdated clothes staring back at me like a cruel reminder. It had been months since I’d gone shopping, months since I’d felt the need to care about my appearance. I sighed, turning away, and running a hand through my tangled hair. I was tired—physically, mentally, emotionally. And I seriously didn’t want to attend this ball. But I had no choice. My camera and gear sat ready by the edge of my bed as if mocking me. The stress of work, the expectations, the ‘unavoidable’—all of it presses me down like a heavy cloak. Rosette’s words from earlier still played in my head, like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. “You don’t want Patrick as your escort?” she had repeated, her cold, cutting gaze fixed on me, as though daring me to argue further. I’d taken a breath, trying to steady my voice. “No matter what excuse you have, it’s just wrong, Rosette.” She’d laughed—a sharp, looking down-upon
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty-nine
PLAYING GAMES~ALEXANDRO’S POV~Lauren’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her anger and nervousness radiating off her in waves. I could feel it, and it only made me press closer, pinning her more firmly against the cold, tiled wall.“You’re delusional,” she finally hissed, her voice trembling but laced with defiance. “You think you can just… dictate my life?”I tilted my head, a smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth. “I don’t think, mi amor. I know.”Her eyes burned with fury, her hands shoving weakly against my chest. “Let. Me. Go.”But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Instead, I let my gaze linger on her flushed face, her lips, and the way her hair fell slightly over her eyes as she glared at me.“I’ve tried to let you go,” I murmured, the admission surprising even me. My voice dropped to something darker, and lower. “You have no idea how much I’ve tried, Lauren. But you make it… impossible.”Her breath hitched, just slightly, and her hands froze a
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty Eight
I SET THE RULES.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~When my assistant, Hilda, mentioned the deal Storm Media was offering to cover my event, I hesitated. “It’s a good opportunity,” Mario had said, his tone firm. “A little publicity could go a long way.” I wasn’t convinced. The last thing I needed was cameras and microphones poking into my business, especially now. The timing couldn’t have been worse—not with the recent death of the Russian mafia lord hanging over us like a storm cloud. Antonio had called me the moment it happened. “He was assassinated,” he said flatly, no emotion in his voice. Assassinated. One bullet and everything could unravel. The Russians and Italians had always been at each other’s throats, but this? This could ignite something bigger. If the killer wasn’t found—and soon—everything I had built would crumble. My connections, my deals, my reputation. All of it was gone in the blink of an eye. The situation was already tense. Last month alone, there were multiple sh
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter twenty-seven
NOT HIS TYPE.~LAUREN’S POV~ I grabbed the door handle, my fingers tightening around it as anger steamed beneath my skin. No, I wasn’t just angry—I was furious. I paused, turning back to glance at Rosette and Alexandro one last time before yanking the door open and stepping out. My heels clicked against the floor as I marched back to my desk, my jaw clenched and my mind racing. Plopping into my chair, I let my head fall onto my desk, trying to calm the storm inside me. “Let me guess—Rosette was being a bitch again?” Vanessa’s voice chimed in from the desk beside me. I turned my face to look at her, still resting my head on the desk. “She never fails to show her true colors, even in front of strangers,” I replied with a forced smile. Lifting my head, I glanced back toward Rosette’s office door. Why was Alexandro still in there? I bit my lower lip nervously, my thoughts spinning. Why was I even nervous? It’s not like I cared if he spent an hour—or the whole damn day—in ther
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty six
THE ORDER~LAUREN’S POV~Alexandro was sitting across from me. That fact alone had my thoughts spiraling. Had he gotten even hotter since the last time we spoke? The sharp cut of his jaw, the lazy confidence in the way he leaned back—it was as if the universe had carved him to drive me insane. But did that even matter? Of course, it didn’t. He was here as an important guest, and I needed to keep my calm. Avoiding his eyes, I turned to face Rosette, clinging to some pretense of calm. “Why was I called in here?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady, though my pulse was anything but. I could feel his gaze on me, cold yet burning, like a silent accusation. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat a reminder of my growing panic. Was he angry? Did it have to do with ‘that text’?Oh, God. The text. He’d seen it—he had to have. Read every single word. “Oh, Lauren,” Rosette’s voice interrupted my crazy thoughts, a wicked smile curling on her lips. “You must be happy to se
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty Five
THE IMPORTANT GUEST.~LAUREN'S POV~I tried to focus on my work, but Rosette's annoying words kept replaying in my mind.*"Remind me where I belong,"* I whispered to myself, my hands balling into fists. I shook my head, refusing to let her words bring me down. Today was supposed to be a good day for me. So much for that. I couldn't believe I'd run into two of the people I hated most. Not that I could complain—one of them was my boss, and the other just existed. I sighed. I had work to do. I opened my laptop and started typing my story. The deadline Rosette had given me was tomorrow, and she was doing everything she could to make my life miserable. And it was working. “He’s here already,” a voice said next to me, breaking my concentration. I looked up to see Vanessa, my deskmate, standing by my side. “What’s going on, Vanessa?” I asked. “The important guest Rosette mentioned is here,” she said, her voice tinged with nervousness. I glanced at my phone. The screen read
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter twenty four
WORK DRAMA.~LAUREN’S POV~ I hated being late. Rosette was going to have my head for this. Just three days before the big break, I was already imagining the lecture waiting for me at work. I couldn’t wait to finish this project and head home for Christmas. Although I knew my family would be disappointed I’d be coming home alone, it was for the best. The sharp ding of the bell over the café counter pulled me out of my thoughts. “Miss, your cappuccino is ready,” the barista called with a bright smile. “Thank God,” I murmured under my breath, weaving through the small crowd to the counter. “One cream-filled cappuccino,” she said as she handed it over, her cheerful demeanor catching me off guard. I smiled back, pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.” This café had stepped up its game. Last time I was here, the staff couldn’t care less about customer service. It felt like I’d had to beg just to get a simple latte. But these new hires? They might make me a regular again. Balanc
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty three
A PAWN AND NOTHING.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I stared at the text Lauren had sent me two nights ago, the words replaying in my head like an insult. She wanted out. She wanted to end things before they’d even truly begun. My jaw clenched as I tightened my grip on the phone. She thought she could walk away from me, just like that. How naive. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. Lauren might have forgotten, but I hadn’t. She was mine. And my claim on her wasn’t something she could ignore or erase with a few words in a message. Nobody ends things with me. Nobody. I am Alexandro Lex Castello. I call the shots, not her. The audacity she had to think she could sever ties without my permission burned in my chest, igniting a slow, simmering rage. Did she think I’d let her go that easily? That she could step away from this arrangement without consequences? She was going to pay for this disrespect. And I’d make sure Lauren understood—no, remembered—exactly who owned her and why she could
