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Hundred & Forty-Nine: Naughty Carlo.
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Natalia's POV: My face was burning…‘She knows. She definitely knows.’ I thought to myself as the maid carefully set the tray down on my dressing, clearly avoiding my eyes and Carlo's.“I'm leaving now, miss,” she said, hurrying out before I could even reply and I turned to Carlo with a glare.“Great, now I'll never not be awkward around that maid,” I huffed and he pulled me in for a side hug.“I could let her off, if you want,” he suggested, placing a kiss on my cheek and I tried to wriggle out of his hold. “I didn't say that,” I sighed deeply. “You can't fire someone because you refused to wait until we were alone to do…”“To do what?” He teased. “Go on, say it.”“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “I'm just saying it was crazy letting her stand by the door while we did what we did.” He pretended to brush something off my tee shirt. “But you liked it, didn't you?” “Liked what?” I feigned ignorance.But he wasn't buying it, if the way he was biting back his smile was any indication. “
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-One: Found Family.
Natalia's POV: After Carlo fed me and exited my room, I realized there was something I hadn't done…Telling Tanya about my pregnancy. I was nervous as fuck and I didn't know why. Tanya was basically my sister, I knew she'd be happy for me. Deciding to ignore my nervousness, I called her. It rang on and on but no response. I tried three times more and still came up with nothing, so I decided to send a text and get it over with. It wasn't ideal, I know. But… you know, whatever.I pulled up my message thread with her and quickly typed out the message in the best way I could.Me: So uhm, hey T.Me: We haven't talked much in the last few days and uhm… something came up.Me: I don't want you to freak out okay? What the hell am I saying? I was the one freaking out.Me: I am pregnant. Me: Crazy, right? Oh and of course, it's Carlo's. I was completely shocked about it (which was stupid, cause you know, I never used condoms with the man) But on the bright side, I don't have to marry Luca
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Two:
Angela's POV: I waited patiently for the doctor to be done examining Natalia, given her instructions on what to do and whatever it was that a pregnant mother should know.I smiled at her expression as she was listening attentively to Doctor Fabbri. She looked cute jotting down the information on her phone. She will be a good mom irrespective of her age, I could just tell… I did kind of feel jealous though. I mean, I wanted a husband and a baby of my own and I thought one day, that wish would come to pass until I was forced to be bound to a wheelchair for life.But I was happy for her though, truly. More importantly, I was happy for my brother. He might be too stubborn to see what's in front of him or to admit it, but it wouldn't be long now until he realizes…That aside, there was a reason why I was here today. It's a secret and no one else had to know. At least, not yet. I just needed Natalia's permission to grant me the best cover I could think of…“And that's all for today,” Doc
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Three: Kisses
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & FIFTY-THREE: Angela's POV: FLASH BACK…FIRST KISS MOMENT…I think he knows… That I like him, I mean.We've been texting back and forth since Alessandro saw my chat with him. It went from formal greetings to cute gifs and stickers. Sometimes, we'd send each other reels and I decided to be sneaky, I always sent ones relating to my feelings for him but I was being subtle about it.I still worry he might reject me if I take Natalia's advice and you know, ask him out. But with each day that passes, the urge to just do it grew stronger. And maybe I was being delusional when I told myself he liked me too but who stays up texting someone they didn't like until three in the morning? The other day, he called me at midnight and we stayed up talking for hours.Can you see what I'm talking about? I've gotten to know a few things about him. I also found out he likes to read romantic novels too, how cool is that? You could call us soulmates at this point. Oh and he always
Last Updated : 2025-02-02Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Four: Park Date :)
Angela’s POV: PRESENT…That kiss wasn't my first, but it was the first time a kiss as simple as just brushing lips had me melting on the inside, my brain short-circuiting. If only that damn nurse hadn't so rudely interrupted, I would have kept kissing him for hours!Well, enough of the daydreaming, I was seeing him today for our picnic date like he'd promised. The plan was to let Ava mingle with the other kids while we have at least twenty minutes to ourselves.Annoying right? I know, but it was all we could have for now, that is until I found the courage to tell my family I was interested in someone again after the last disaster…. Now my biggest issue was, how long was Rueben willing to endure these hide and seek and stolen moments for me? How long until he was tired of hearing my excuses?The thought of it made my heart clench and made me crazy with anger so I decided not to dwell on it.After breakfast, I waited patiently for Natalia and zia to prepare a very excited Ava for our
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Five: Park Date :) 2
Angela’ s POV: He thinks I'm perfect? Me? I..I wasn't perfect. My eyes darted around and I realized we had people watching and that made my face flamed hard. “Rueben,” I whispered . Can you set me down already? Everyone's looking.” He glanced around briefly, then flashed me a smile. “I don't care about them, but if you do…” he leaned in, planting a chaste kiss on my lips, shocking me. “I'll do as you say.” I was still dumbfounded, heart thumping erratically from the soft kiss when he set me onto the large picnic blanket and settled down beside me. I watched quietly as he began arranging the stuff he'd probably set down before I realized he was behind me. The more I watched him, the more my chest swelled with so much emotion. I didn't just ‘like’ this man… I think… I think I'm in love with him. I could barely contain these feelings anymore. The pressing urge to kiss him, spend hours talking to him, hugging him tightly, just wanting to be around him. Love. That w
Last Updated : 2025-02-05Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Six:
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX: Carlo's POV:MEANWHILE… BACK AT THE MANSION…It might seem creepy that I watch Natalia more than a normal human should, right? But I couldn't help it, especially now…I'd obsessively called Camilla more times in a single day than necessary and I'm sure she was tired of my calls and too many questions already. Few minutes earlier, I'd just got off the phone with her and her parting remark was, “I know I said to be more careful and treat her well because it's her first time and all of that but I didn't ask you to overdo it! You're being excessive and it's barely a week!” Overdo it? Was she kidding? And how is it that she tells me what to do and then turns around to switch up? Also, what's considered as excessive? How do I not be ‘excessive?’ Fuck that, I was paying her handsomely for this and if I wanted her attention on Natalia all the time, then so be it…Also, there was one more thing I needed to get done in order to ensure Natalia's safety and com
Last Updated : 2025-02-06Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Seven: Fear or Anger?¿
Carlo's POV: With a shaky hand, I grabbed the phone from Enzo, placing on my ear. “Miguel! How did this happen?” I barked out, my breath shaky, sweat breaking out on my skin. “Where the fuck are you?!” “Th‐the nngh! M-mall,” He grunted in pain. He'd been injured. Shit. My wide eyes met Enzo's, my heart was in my mouth but I pretened to be calm. “What mall?” I asked impatiently, pacing, unable to keep still. “Where are they?! Angela and Ava?!” This news was going to hurt Natalia badly, the little girl was her only family, I've seen how much she loves her and Angela… My heart ached at the thought of my sister going through another pain…. “Miguel, speak up,” It was supposed to come out as a command, but it sounded more like a plea. My was heart racing wildly, chest tight with a mix of emotions. “Are the girls with you?” Please tell me they are unhurt. “Ah… nngh!... Th-the atta…ckers, too-took—” His words ended on a cough, almost like he was coughing off blood from the sp
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & NINE: Carlo's POV: TWO DAYS LATER….I still didn't have any clue on what to do. And I was beginning to think father was right when he called me stupid or foolish.The secret was weighing me down, suffocating and I was sick of it. Thankfully, father wasn't back, he'd be away for at least two weeks and maybe that was enough time to figure out a plan. By day four, I was exhausted and my brain was blank. It was fucking annoying that I couldn't confide in Gianpaolo. Enzo would have been the best next choice but he was still mourning the death of his father—father's younger brother—a plane crash had claimed his life leaving Enzo shattered and it didn't make sense to bother him with my problems.Then… mother? Surely, she'd know what to do, right?I made the conclusion to tell mother after dinner and I did, by the time I was done narrating what had happened, her expression was unreadable. Which was disturbing. Mother was an open book, too meek, too innocent for her ow
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT: Carlo's POV: “One more round, please!” Gianpaolo whined. He'd lost again to me and for the past two hours or so, he'd kept asking for a rematch and I couldn't say no. One, this was my best friend, one of the few persons who gave a fuck about me, and two, I was having fun. I always had fun whenever I got here. Gianpaolo was never short of new video games his father had gotten him, new gifts, and new adventures. I learned how to ride a bicycle because Gianpaolo had one, learned how to play soccer because his father had set up an entire soccer field for him in their backyard when he was nine—the list was endless. Sometimes, I was jealous of him and that made me feel like an asshole because truly, he was nothing but good to me and he didn't have to… I think the one good thing father had done for me was Gianpaolo. He was friends with Gianpaolo's father, well, more business partners than friends but they at least liked each other enough.“I'm tired!” He groa
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SEVEN:Carlo's POV:NINE YEARS OLD…“Carlo, pull the trigger!” Papà barked at me, his dark, angry eyes bored into me as my hand trembled as I grabbed the gun tighter.I… I couldn't do it. I couldn't shoot the man tied to a chair—he already looked half dead after papà and his guys were through with him. Papà had made me watch while they tortured him. Pressed a hot knife against his left cheek, just an inch or two from his eyes. They took out all his fingers with a butcher knife, and papà himself had pulled out the man's tongue with pliers, silencing his endless screams.I threw up. Twice. And papà had struck me across the cheek. ‘You're as useless as your mother!’‘No son of mine shall be a weakling!’ ‘I should have killed her long before she conceived you’ Then he paused as if to reconsider his words. ‘No, I should have killed that useless father of hers that had tricked me into marrying that bitch!’Still… it doesn't matter what papà says or how much he hits
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SIX:Carlo's POV: Yesterday, I saw how much I'd hurt her. And I prayed to every supernatural being that the test comes back negative.Call me selfish. A monster.Heartless.Cold blooded.It was nothing I hadn't heard before but the look of disgust, hurt, and anger I'd seen on her face had broken me. And the fact that it was directed at me… it crushed me…Night came and I didn't even need to sleep to dream about my mother to spiral into self-destructive mode. I didn't need to sleep to hear my father's taunting words… I saw it all happen with my eyes opened as I drowned myself in whiskey and wine. The excess dosage of sleeping meds didn't even knock me out. Or was my body fighting it because it had gotten used to the drug?Still… I had alcohol too. Wasn't alcohol and drugs supposed to make you weak or like harm you? I guess I'm a ‘defect’ like my father had always said. That man never ran out of harsh words for me. And in the last few hours, his voice had been
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Five: I Need Your Version.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIVE: Natalia's POV:The urgency in her voice was enough to make me forget everything that had been bothering me. In fact, I was out the door before her and didn't bother to ask what was going on.Was he in danger?Was he being threatened?Wait, Was Alessandro back to chase his quest for revenge?Fuck.My feet moved faster, taking me to….. I didn't even know where we were going. I just wanted to help him.Maybe if I'd been in the right state of mind, I would have realized that I wouldn't have been able to save Carlo if he was in the face of danger. I had no weapons, no combat skills. The only thing I could do was… was… put myself on the line for him. Shield him and take all the pain in his stead…That made my movement come to a screeching halt.I'd die for Carlo? “....Why… why did you stop?” Caterina asked from beside me and I shook my head—maybe to clear it? I don't know.“Where is he?” I finally asked. Something I should have done before racing out of my roo
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Natalia's POV: I'd spent an extra hour in Gianpaolo's company and I got to find out more things about him even though he was still being cautious around me. And honestly, I understand. If I felt awkward and nervous, I could only imagine how he was feeling and we didn't exactly get off on the right foot. But after our interaction, I quickly discovered he was rather fun to be around.By the time he'd dropped me off at Carlo's mansion, it was late in the afternoon. Thankfully, I'd only met Caterina in the living room—something tells me she's not herself but she was masking it well. In the whole chaos that had happened, I'd imagined no one spoke to her about Alessandro's well-being. I wondered what might be going on in her head. She'd treated both men like her children…. It must hurt to see that one had tried to harm the other and she probably doesn't know how to deal with it… I know I should probably hate Alessandro but I couldn't find the strength in me to do so. And let's face it, h
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Three: His Little Girl.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THREE: Natalia's POV: I joined Gianpaolo in the backseat of his car. Sitting as stiffly as possible as if trying to go unnoticed by him when he was literally right there.My stomach dipped as the car began to move, retreating from Carlo's mansion and onto the main road.This… this was really happening.Oh fuck. Oh fuck.Blood rushed to my ears as sweat broke out across my skin despite the car’s air-con being on. Why am I nervous? Breathing felt like a chore.No, this feels like a mini-panic attack!God, Natalia. Could you be any more dramatic? A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched. Hard. “I'm sorry,” Gianpaolo blurted, looking flustered, eyes a little wide. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” I don't like this. He shouldn't look so guilty, he did nothing wrong. If anything, he'd just calmed me. I cleared my throat. “It's fine. I should be the one apologizing, I freaked out for nothing.” “No, no,” he shook his head. “I'm sure, it wa
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWO: Carlo's POV: I had to order my guards to throw Gianpaolo and his men out after he had gotten close to her—Zia stopped it anyway and I let her, somewhere in my anger-fogged brain I realized it didn't look good on me to throw him out…. He left willingly anyway. How could he not? He managed to get something out of his barbaric act. And now, I had nothing but murderous and fearful thoughts in my brain.On one hand, I wanted to gut Gianpaolo out myself and feed his remains to dogs, and on the other, I was worrying over what Natalia thought of me. What news the DNA results might bring…. She was going to hate me if it came back positive.Who am I kidding? I think she does already. I could read her clearly.I wasn't naive, I was sure she'd started to welcome the thoughts that Gianpaolo might be her father. Fuck. If Camilla could think it was possible then so would Natalia. Even Enzo had started seeing the possibility.Mio Dio.I have never felt this confused in
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ONE:Natalia's POV: ‘I came here for my daughter and I won't be leaving here without her.’He was here for… me?Was that what fathers do?“...She's not your daughter!” Carlo grunted. “Stupid bastard, I'll rip out your tongue if you call her that one more time!” Gianpaolo didn't flinch and if Carlo's threat bothered him, he didn't show it. “Deny it all you want, stronzo. Go ahead, be as delusional as possible, but you and I both know that she—”“Is my lover and the mother of our unborn child!” My breath caught in my throat. This time, Gianpaolo did pounce on Carlo, grabbing his collars in a fiercely tight grip. “I hate you!” “The feeling is very mutual, old friend,” Carlo mocked, anger flashing in his eyes even as he remained unrealistically calm.“Fuck you!” Gianpaolo gritted. “You took my daughter from me. Twice…” His voice broke and despite the obvious anger radiating off him, his eyes held intense pain. “... You.. you took her away. Doing as you like. An
