Share
Chapter 218: Show Her How It's Done
Related chapters
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 219: Bird Brain v.s. Hypocrite
[Ralph’s POV]As if by itself, the gun vanished in a click. My eyes never left hers, searching those purple swirls as they shimmered and glistened, threatening to spill. And then tremors came. Fighting to pile up, layers upon layers, to cover it all up, wishing—praying—crying—for another way to break this wonderful news to me. Next, the reality of the truth and all that it meant came crashing down. Her system went down and her feet finally gave way. Once again, I was next to her before her knees surrendered and she was safely wrapped in my arms. And then the sounds came through. Sarah was staring at me. Relief seeping into her large shocked eyes, softening them. She studied my expression and huffed, ‘Don’t you dare ask me whose baby is it.’ I looked down at that beautiful creature breathing fine and softly and breathed, ‘Wasn’t going to.’ I swallowed to bring up a less shaky voice and asked, ‘How many—?’ ‘Going on five months,’ she replied, reading my mind. ‘Get the doc,’ I mut
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 220: 'Nothing Was Stolen!'
[Juliette’s POV]‘Agatha sent over the photos.’ Ralph was pouring me a glass of orange juice when he noted the phone in my hand and took it quietly. ‘Efficient as always,’ mumbled the King, his eyes rolling furiously. ‘There’s really nothing much.’ I took a huge bite off the buttered croissant and chewed carefully. ‘Just a bunch of people in the family I have to know.’ ‘These photos are from decades ago.’ He held up the phone and the people were in waistcoats and gowns. I nodded and swallowed before taking another bite, and Ralph returned to the photos. ‘Business was as usual for us. Lots of travelling. Lots of parties, lots of handshakes, lots of contracts were signed. Some of them continued on up to this day.’ Ralph was still scrolling when I asked, ‘What was happening with the Virtus clan at that time, do you know?’ The charismatic Mafic glanced up and said, ‘Not much. There were fights. Mainly with the ones who had the bigger piece of the Republic, or the better business for
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 221: 'I Need... Inside You. Now.'
[Juliette’s POV]Elizabeth Lux. Ralph’s wide gaze was telling me that she was not from the Lux family. And then a million reasons sprouted, urging me to refute him. I opened my mouth, ready to fire away, and then that same golden brown gaze stopped me. Something was wrong. Ralph is telling the truth. And so, something isn’t right. ‘Her eyes weren’t purple in that portrait,’ he whispered, solemnly. ‘But I knew her the moment I saw her. It’s her. The same eyes… the same face. I know because she’s the only one smiling. Everyone isn’t.’ Ralph returned to the picture on the screen and added, ‘There’s always this sense of peace when I look at her.’ ‘I didn’t see her portrait back at the mansion.’ ‘I took it down.’ Ralph turned to me, his finger sliding down my jawline to my chin, and then his thumb brushed gently across my lower lip, and I felt them parting for him. His face moved closer and his warm breath kissed my upper lip, closing my eyes. ‘Come to think of it… you remind me a l
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 222: 'A King Doesn't Rule Alone'
[Ralph’s POV]I blinked at the Hong Kong mob leader and his voice returned. ‘... do you think?’ What were we discussing? Something that reminded me of Juliette and the baby. Of my fears. Of the baby dying inside Juliette’s stomach… or Juliette dying with the baby—yes. We were talking about that old fox and his shady business. My finger stopped tapping. ‘I’m closing all of it down.’ ‘No offence, nong Ralph.’ The Thai leader burst through. ‘My elders love khun Lux. It won’t be easy to shut them down.’ Chinh was frowning too. ‘You close down one, another will pop up. Who’ll say no to money?’‘Money and power,’ mumbled Andrei. ‘I’ve told you before. Harold Lux is well-connected. I can’t have the boys going against me. There are many who’ll have my head and you said that you’ll handle it. So all I have to do is focus on protecting my family from the ollies.’ ‘And this doesn’t change that,’ I repeated firmly. ‘I failed to see how,’ muttered the cool and collected Isamu. ‘Harold-san gi
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 223: 'If Only You Knew...'
[Ralph’s POV]‘D…Did you just—I knew it.’ Her eyes were shaking with such low confidence, I almost couldn’t recognise them. ‘You find me annoying now….’ Her hands slid off my chest in defeat. Is this what a baby does to a woman? ‘I did not say that.’ As soon as I heard my voice, I froze again. Shit—that was cold. Quick—correct it. ‘I mean—I don’t mean what I said.’ I tried to grab her hand but missed it. ‘Juliette….’ Her shoulders were shaking too. ‘Jesus… you’re not crying now, are you?’ What? No. That came out wrong again. What the fuck is wrong with me? She spun around in full rage. With tears gushing down her steamed face, she jabbed a finger at my shoulder. ‘YES! I’m crying like a clingy pathetic woman! And whose fault is it? Who put this thing inside me?!’ She pointed at her round belly protruding proudly through her skirt. “WHO?!”I laughed. It was unplanned. Before I knew it, I was already holding my waist to steady myself. My shoulders were shaking, my chest was rumbli
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 224: The Heiress' Worries & The King's Dilemma
[Juliette’s POV]I smiled at the man gently resting his hand on my belly, so careful, so timidly, I almost couldn’t recognise him. Is this Ralph Virtus, the Mafia King? The one whom everyone calls The Devil? The handsome beast with the wits of a chess master. Those cold, fierce eyes were filled with so much fear that I wanted to hug him and squeeze those bad thoughts out of him. Those same golden brown eyes now widened in amazement as they swung up to me. ‘It moved.’ I chuckled and covered his hand with mine. ‘Of course it does, silly.’ He gazed at my stomach, his pupils dilating some more. ‘It’s kicking.’ He looked up, worried. ‘Does it hurt?’ I shook my head. ‘My chest just feels tight when it happens.’ Then, his ears were on my belly, listening intently. As amusing as it was watching his face change colour every second, I can’t help but worry that the next second something will happen to destroy this peaceful moment. As though he read my thoughts, his attention was back on
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 225: 'Papa is The Threat.'
[Juliette’s POV]And then it crashed onto me. Like a boulder. I observed those golden swirls in his eyes burning with hurt and that hurt clenched my chest. Utensils down and my mouth wiped, I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. ‘Growing up, I imagine the Virtuses as cold-blooded monsters,’ I began. Those brown irises dilated with fury, and I slipped my fingers through that large hand and rubbed my skin against his to calm the fire. ‘Because of all the stories I’ve been fed—we’ve all been fed.’ To his tensed jaw, I muttered softly, ‘I must speak for everyone, Ralph.’ ‘You’re not telling me that your father was fed the same story. He came to me with the aim of stealing my family’s land, Juliette.’ ‘I’m not saying—.’ ‘Stop defending him!’ Ralph jerked his hand out of my grasp, fuming. But his eyes never left me, which was a good sign. So immediately, I leaned forward and pleaded, ‘I’m not defending him.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to te
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 226: 'Kill Them All'
[Harold’s POV]SLAM!The sixty-ish fist slammed on the antique desk with the strength of a forty-year-old boxer. Even in his experience, there’s a limit to how much he can take. How did this happen? How did it slip by him unnoticed? The casino. He’d lost track. Damn his old man’s genes. They’re so useless, they made him useless as well. ‘You had no problems with the price for decades. Now, out of the blue you want—not one percent, not two—but a three percent hike?’ His knuckles were paling, bearing all the rage which only kept spiking. The calm voice at the other end of the phone irked Harold further. ‘My apologies, Mr. Lux. But you know how this works—we can’t hold down the price for any longer,’ replied the thirteenth supplier. ‘It’s been three decades since our last review. We hope you understand.’ Everyone wants his understanding. What about theirs? He’s cash strapped! Whose fault is it? If he didn’t build the casino for these bloodsuckers, he wouldn’t be stuck! If they weren’
Latest chapter
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 226: 'Kill Them All'
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 225: 'Papa is The Threat.'
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 224: The Heiress' Worries & The King's Dilemma
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 223: 'If Only You Knew...'
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 222: 'A King Doesn't Rule Alone'
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 221: 'I Need... Inside You. Now.'
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 220: 'Nothing Was Stolen!'
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 219: Bird Brain v.s. Hypocrite
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 218: Show Her How It's Done
