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Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 121: Headlines
The morning light filtered into the lavish estate, bathing the corridors in a soft golden manner. Rosella sat by the window in the library, flipping aimlessly through the pages of a book. She wasn’t reading, she just needed something to keep her hands occupied as her mind swirled with frustration.Her peace was interrupted when Marcus appeared, his footsteps deliberate but hesitant. He stood by the doorway and had his hands shoved in his pockets. For once, he looked… unsure of himself.“I wanted to apologize for last night,” he said gruffly with his gaze flickering to her briefly before landing on the floor.Rosella didn’t look up. “Don’t bother. It doesn’t change anything.”He sighed and stepped closer, his tone shifting. “I mean it, Rosella. I—”“Save it” she snapped, finally shutting the book and turning to face him. “You’re only apologizing because you feel guilty. It doesn’t erase what you did”Marcus frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “Fine. You want honesty? I
Last Updated : 2024-12-24Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 122: My fiancée
Franklin stared at the headline on Mirable’s phone, his face a storm of anger and his jaw tightened, he pushed back his chair abruptly while his legs scraping loudly against the floor.“That spoiled brat thinks he can play games,” he muttered, standing to leave.Mirable grabbed his wrist, her voice sharp. “Franklin, stop. You’re not in any position to interfere in my life.”Franklin turned to her, his icy demeanor replaced by something raw and pained. “Not in any position? Mirable, you’re not just some—”“Don’t” she interrupted with a tone that cracked slightly as she looked away. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”She brushed past him “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t. This is my mess to deal with”He hesitated, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You’re seriously going to let him manipulate you like this?”Mirable stopped in her tracks, her shoulders grew tense. “I can handle Mitch,” she said quietly but firmly, before walking away and leaving Franklin st
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Mirable yanked her hand free from Mitch’s grip, her eyes blazing with defiance. “What the hell are you talking about, Mitch? I’m not your fiancée!”Mitch’s mother, a woman of commanding presence and sharp eyes, raised an eyebrow as she studied Mirable. Her expression was carefully controlled, but her displeasure seeped through her tone. “Mitch, what is this nonsense? You didn’t think to consult me before such an announcement?”Mirable stepped back, trying to steady her breathing. She refused to be drawn into whatever game Mitch was playing. “Mrs. Stanford,” she began, her voice steady but firm, “I don’t know what your son is trying to pull, but I am not engaged to him.”Mitch leaned casually against the armrest of a nearby chair, unbothered by her protests. “You’ll have to forgive Mirable,” he said with mock sincerity. “She’s still adjusting to the idea. But I’m certain she’ll come around soon enough.”Mirable turned to him, her voice rising with anger. “I am not adjusting, Mitch. I’m
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Donovan sat in the dimly lit study long after Franklin had left. The letter from Marcus lay on the desk before him, its sharp words etched into his mind. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior.Marcus wasn’t just toying with him. This was a challenge, a dare that was impossible to ignore. And Donovan hated being cornered.By morning, Donovan had a plan. He ordered Franklin to gather a small team, people he trusted without question. They would scout Marcus’s estate and find Rosella’s exact location. But his mind was heavy with the thought of the Ledger.It wasn’t just a book. The Ledger contained secrets that could dismantle families, crush empires, and ruin legacies. If Marcus got his hands on it, the consequences would be devastating.As the hours passed, Donovan kept himself busy. His movements were precise, but his mind kept drifting back to Rosella. He wondered if she was scared, angry, or even thinking of
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 125: Midnight
The air in Donovan’s study grew heavier after Franklin finished reading the letter. He placed it back on the desk, his jaw clenched tightly. “It’s a trap,” Franklin said, his tone sharp but steady.“Of course it is,” Donovan replied, pacing the room like a predator sizing up its prey. His mind raced through possibilities, counter-moves, and risks. Marcus wasn’t subtle, this wasn’t just about the Ledger. It was about power, pride, and Rosella.“Are you seriously considering going?” Franklin asked, his arms crossed.“I don’t have a choice” Donovan said. His voice was cold, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil inside. “If I don’t show up, Marcus will take it as a victory. And if I do…”Franklin stepped forward, his usual stoic demeanor cracking slightly. “You’re risking everything, Donovan. That Ledger, if it falls into Marcus’s hands—”“It won’t!” Donovan interrupted, his tone final.There was a moment of silence, filled only with the faint ticking of the clock on the wall.Franklin finall
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 126: She’s pregnant
The location Marcus chose was as ominous as the letter he sent. A sprawling abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, its broken windows and rusted walls whispered of countless secrets. Shadows danced across the floor as Donovan and Franklin entered cautiously, the Ledger tucked securely in a locked briefcase Franklin carried.“Stay alert,” Donovan murmured, his eyes scanning every corner of the dimly lit space.Franklin gave a small nod, his hand resting on the gun holstered under his jacket. “They’re watching us already.”The clink of boots against concrete echoed through the building, and Marcus emerged from the shadows, flanked by armed men. His face was calm, smug even, as though he had already won.“Well, well,” Marcus drawled, spreading his arms theatrically. “You came. I wasn’t sure if you had the guts.”Donovan’s expression didn’t waver. “I don’t play games, Marcus. Where’s Rosella?”Marcus smirked and snapped his fingers. Two of his men stepped forward, dragging Rosell
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 127: Means to an end
The air in the infirmary grew unbearably tense after the doctor’s announcement. Rosella’s heart raced, and her hands instinctively moved to cover her stomach as though shielding her unborn child from Marcus’s gaze.Marcus, for once, was at a loss for words. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The calm, smug mask he wore so effortlessly had crumbled, leaving behind a man visibly shaken.“You’re… pregnant,” he finally said, his voice low and uncertain.Rosella’s eyes narrowed, her voice laced with defiance. “Yes. But it’s not your concern”Her words snapped him out of his shock. His gaze darkened, and he took a deliberate step closer to her. “Not my concern?” His voice grew sharp. “You’re carrying a child while living under my roof, and you think it’s not my concern?”“I’m only here because you forced me!” she shot back, standing despite the pain in her arm. “Don’t act like you care.”Marcus’s expression hardened. “You don’t know what I care about,” he said coldly. “But let me make
Last Updated : 2024-12-27Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 128: Complications
The night outside Maston Corp.’s sprawling estate was quiet, but inside, Donovan’s fury burned like a raging inferno. The bandages on his shoulder and arm were fresh, yet the wounds barely registered in his mind. He stood in his private gym, throwing punch after punch into a heavy bag. Each strike carried the weight of his frustration, anger, and helplessness.“Rosella…” he muttered under his breath, his voice raw. The memory of her shielding him, the way her body had crumpled under the impact of the bullet, replayed in his mind like a cruel loop.Franklin entered the room, his usual stoic demeanor unchanged despite the clear chaos Donovan exuded. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re going to reopen your wounds if you keep that up,” he said matter-of-factly.Donovan ignored him and landed another brutal punch, the bag swinging violently. “I let her get taken,” he growled. “She was right there, Franklin. I had her, and now she’s back in his hands.”“You didn’t fail,”
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Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 147: Regret and Reckonings
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Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 143: The proposal
The rain poured relentlessly, a thunderous symphony that matched the turmoil in Mirable’s chest. She tried to wrest her hand free from Mitch’s grip, but his hold was firm. His face was a picture of regret, drenched in rainwater and guilt.“Let go, Mitch!” she shouted, her voice sharp, raw.“Mirable, please, just listen!” Mitch’s voice cracked with desperation.Suddenly, a hand shot out of the downpour, grabbing Mitch’s wrist and forcing it away from her. The strength of the grip made Mitch stumble, and Mirable gasped as the figure stepped into view.It was Franklin.“You heard her,” Franklin growled, his voice low and menacing. “She told you to unhand her.”Before Mitch could react, Franklin’s fist connected with his jaw in a brutal punch, the sound of the impact cutting through the rain. Mitch staggered back, clutching his face as blood dripped from his lip.“Franklin, stop!” Mirable cried, her shock evident.Franklin wasn’t done. He grabbed Mitch by the collar, lifting him slightly
