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Becoming 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
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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
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The tension in the hospital lingered in the air like an uninvited guest, heavy and suffocating. After the doctor delivered the news that their mother had survived the surgery but was now in a coma, neither Rosella nor Mirable could breathe a sigh of relief. The hope of her waking up was the only thread holding them together, yet it felt too thin, too fragile.Rosella’s knees buckled, her strength waning, but Donovan’s strong arms shot out and caught her before she could collapse completely. His grip on her was firm yet gentle, his eyes filled with concern. “You need to rest,” he murmured softly, but she barely heard him, her mind too occupied with the image of her mother bleeding out in her arms.The room where their mother was moved to was quiet, save for the beeping of machines and the faint rustle of nurses shuffling about. The doctor informed them that they could visit, but before they could take a step, Mirable turned to Rosella and Donovan, her expression conflicted. “Rosella… c
Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate Chapter 150: Revenge
Blood spattered on the ground, pooling beneath the crumpled body of Rosella's mother. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in Rosella's ears, even as chaos erupted around her. Her body froze, rooted to the ground as the weight of her mother's falling figure pressed against her chest."No-No, no, no!" Rosella cried, catching her mother in her trembling arms. The air seemed to thicken, bullets zipping past her in the ensuing firefight. She didn't flinch.The world blurred, focusing solely on the woman bleeding out in her arms. ‘Why did she throw herself in front of me?’ Rosella’s mind was pinned on this thought. "Mom! Stay with me!" she screamed, shaking her gently. Blood seeped through her mother's dress, staining Rosella's hands and knees. "Please, don't close your eyes, don't do this to me!"Her mother's eyes fluttered open, her irises clouded with pain yet filled with a strange serenity. "Rosella..." Her voice was barely audible, a faint whisper under the chaos.Tears streamed d
