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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 110. The Badboy
Tiffany Foster hated two things the most.Number one: Social gatherings.And number two: That darned asshole, Jacob Randall.She was minding her business, doing a little last-minute reading as she walked down the halls of Oakwood High. Her small frame seemed to shrink even further as she instinctively angled her body to avoid bumping into her peers.“Watch it, bookworm!” A gruff voice cut through Tiffany’s trance as a broad shoulder collided with hers, nearly knocking the novel from her grasp.Tiffany’s cheeks flushed as she clutched the book tighter, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “S-sorry,” she mumbled.“Stop looking at the floor and apologize to my face,” the voice growled, and she looked up to meet his dark brown eyes.“Sorry,” she repeated again.Jacob smirked. “That’s more like it. Now scoot along, princess,” he said.Arrogant little shit.She moved away fast and approached her locker. while putting her book away, she couldn’t help but overhear the animated conversation of a
Last Updated : 2024-10-10The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 111. Earth to Tiffany
The last bell rang, and Tiffany couldn’t get out of her class fast enough. It’s not that she hated school or anything. She enjoyed some of her classes.But she would rather be home and spend time with her brothers.She quickly approached her locker, eager to escape the crowded hallways and retreat to the solace of her bedroom. As she fumbled with the combination lock, a familiar presence made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.Jacob Randell sauntered down the hallway, his steps echoing with unmistakable confidence. Tiffany’s heart rate quickened as she sensed him drawing near. She kept her eyes fixed on her locker, hoping he would pass by without incident.No such luck. Jacob came to a stop right beside her, leaning his muscular frame against the adjacent lockers with practiced nonchalance. He crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he regarded her with those piercing blue eyes.“What’s up, Tiffany the Timid,” Jacob drawled, his voice low
Last Updated : 2024-10-11The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 112. You Can Have Him
The next day, Tiffany didn’t see Jacob in class, so she released a sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn’t have to deal with him today. But Alas…she wasn’t that lucky. The library doors swung open, and Jacob strode in, his eyes immediately scanning the room. His gaze landed on Tiffany, hunched over a thick book at her usual table in the corner. A smirk played on his lips as he took in her focused expression, completely oblivious to the world around her. Jacob ran a hand through his tousled hair and sauntered across the library, his swagger drawing curious glances from other students. He reached Tiffany’s table and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite bookworm,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. Tiffany’s shoulders tensed, but she kept her eyes fixed on the page before her. Jacob’s cocky grin widened as he watched her, waiting for a reaction. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages and
Last Updated : 2024-10-12The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 113. High School Drama
Riley’s fingers danced across the piano keys, the final notes of Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat major lingering in the air. She exhaled, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she closed the sheet music.“That was beautiful, Brent,” she said, her eyes twinkling with pride. “You’ve made incredible progress.”“Thanks, Riley,” Brent replied shyly. He was only eight years old, the same age as her nephew Landon, but so talented. A total protege.“Same time next week?” Riley asked.“Yes,” Brent nodded, smiling. “See you then.”After Brent left, she made her way upstairs toward Tiffany’s room. The door was ajar, and she could see her stepdaughter sitting on the bed, shoulders slumped.She looked upset, Riley thought.Her heart began to race, concern flooding her chest. What could be wrong? She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to intrude or give Tiffany space. But the sight of the young girl looking so dejected made the decision for her.Taking a deep breath, Riley gently pushed the do
Last Updated : 2024-10-13The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 114. Make Her His
Jacob sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, staring blankly at the cracked mirror propped against the wall. He ran a hand through his unkempt dark hair, his reflection staring back with piercing grey eyes.Even in the dim light, his chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones were striking. He knew his looks turned heads, but it felt hollow, meaningless.“What’s the point?” he muttered, picking at a loose thread on his faded jeans.His gaze drifted to the tattered photo taped to the mirror - him as a little boy, gap-toothed grin beaming at the camera. Back when he still believed in happy endings. Now that felt like a lifetime ago.Jacob stood abruptly, pacing the small room. His muscles coiled with restless energy beneath his tight black t-shirt. Even alone, intensity radiated from him - in the set of his jaw, the furrow of his brow. It was part of what drew people to him, even as he pushed them away.“Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” he growled, clenching his fists. But the ac
Last Updated : 2024-10-13The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 115. A Moron
Jacob strode confidently towards Tiffany’s desk, his trademark smirk growing wider with each step. He could feel the eyes of their classmates on him, but he only had eyes for her. As he approached, he noticed the slight tension in her shoulders, the way she pointedly avoided looking at him.“This seat taken?” he asked playfully, sliding into the desk directly behind her.Tiffany’s sigh was audible. “You always sit here,” she muttered.Jacob leaned forward, close enough to catch the faint scent of her strawberry shampoo. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her silky hair. Unable to resist, he gently tugged on a strand, watching it spring back into place.“You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I think I might actually learn something in class today now that I’ve got such a great view.”He saw the tips of Tiffany’s ears turn pink, and he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jacob twirled another lock of her hair around his finger, marveling at its softness.“Stop tha
Last Updated : 2024-10-14The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 116. Blackmail
Tiffany’s heart raced as she dumped the contents of her backpack onto the hallway floor. Pens, notebooks, and crumpled papers were scattered everywhere, but her diary was nowhere to be seen.“No, no, no,” she muttered, her hands shaking as she rifled through the mess. “It has to be here somewhere!”Students shuffled past, giving her odd looks, but Tiffany barely noticed. Her mind was consumed by panic. That diary contained her deepest secrets, her most private thoughts. If anyone found it…She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember the last time she’d seen it. “Think, Tiffany, think!”With a gasp, she scrambled to her feet. “My locker!”Tiffany dashed down the hallway, her heart pounding in her ears. She skidded to a stop in front of her locker, fumbling with the combination lock. It took three tries before she finally got it open.“Come on, please be here,” she whispered, tossing aside textbooks and gym clothes.But as she reached the back of the locker, her stomach dropped. The
Last Updated : 2024-10-14The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 117. Do You Read?
Jacob stared at the worn leather cover of Tiffany’s diary, his stomach twisting with guilt. What had seemed like a brilliant plan now felt invasive and wrong. He ran his fingers over the embossed flowers, picturing Tiffany’s delicate hands tracing the same pattern.“I’m such an idiot,” he muttered, flopping back onto his bed.But it’s not like he can just give that back to her. That wouldn’t be smart. If he returned the diary, he’d lose his only leverage. His one shot at getting Tiffany to notice him.She’d never go to prom with him otherwise, he reasoned, pacing the length of his small bedroom. Little Miss Perfect would rather go alone than be seen with the school’s resident bad boy.Jacob paused, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His leather jacket and ripped jeans screamed trouble. But underneath was just a guy desperate for a chance.“I don’t have a choice,” he said to his reflection. “It’s blackmail or nothing.”The word left a sour taste in his mouth. But as he pictured T
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 200. I Won’t Leave
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 199. Not Fair
This wasn’t fair.Amy thought as Lucas slowly, almost lazily, kissed her.This just was not fair.How was she supposed not to fall in love with him when he kissed her like that—like he had all the time in the world, and he simply didn’t care what he was doing to her?Amy’s fingers curled against his chest, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. She knew this was dangerous, knew it would only complicate things further, but when his lips moved against hers with that maddening patience, every rational thought vanished.Lucas made a low sound in the back of his throat, his hand sliding up her spine, his touch warm and steady. He wasn’t in a hurry, wasn’t rushing to take more. He was simply enjoying this, enjoying her.It wasn’t fair.Because the way he kissed her made her believe that she could have him all to herself.Amy knew better. She really did!Lucas wasn’t hers. He never had been, and he probably never would be. But in a moment like this, when his fingers traced her
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 198. Stop Being Romantic
Lucas lay beside Amy, his hands folded behind his head as he gazed up at the stars projected above them. The soft hum of the planetarium filled the air, but all he could focus on was the quiet rhythm of Amy’s breathing beside him.He felt at peace. No expectations and no responsibilities here. Just him and his Harpy.He turned his head slightly, glancing at her. She looked mesmerized by the stars, her eyes reflecting the soft light of the projection. Her lips were slightly parted as if she were drinking at the moment, and Lucas felt something tighten in his chest.“I think this is the calmest I’ve ever seen you,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.Amy turned her head to look at him, an amused glint in her eyes. “Are you trying to tell me again I talk too much?”Lucas chuckled. “Oh, absolutely.”Amy laughed softly, shaking her head. “I guess I do talk too much. I am sorry if it bothers you. I can’t help it sometimes. I promise I will try to be more quiet.”Lucas frowned sl
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 197. A Nerd
The lunch rush has started.Amy zipped between the tables of the crowded diner, a tray balanced effortlessly on one hand.She delivered a steaming plate of meatloaf to Mr. Henderson, the retired schoolteacher who always insisted on extra gravy.“Guh. I need this today. Kids in my class are complete brats,” he complained.“Remember, Mr. H., it’s the digital age,” Amy quipped. “These kids can probably program your TV better than you can.” She laughed as he snorted into his coffee cup, waving a dismissive hand at her while hiding a grin behind his bushy mustache.“Ah, what do they know?” he grumbled.The bell above the diner door jingled.More customers, Amy thought. She was hoping today was a slow day, and she could go home early, but it didn’t seem like it was happening.“Look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Joanne murmured nearby, her voice low and teasing.Amy followed Joanne’s nod toward the entrance, where Lucas stood.Amy froze.“You go, Amy. You must’ve charmed his so
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 196. Pretending
They all ate in silence. When they were done, Ben suggested that everyone go to the porch for some fresh air.Once they were out, the crisp evening air wrapped around them. Amy wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm, but Lucas noticed the slight shiver that ran through her.Without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Before she could protest, he pulled her closer against his side, his arm wrapping securely around her.Amy blinked up at him, surprised. “What are you—”“You are cold,” he said simply, his voice firm but gentle.Over Amy’s shoulder, he caught Alicia watching them.She stood near the porch railing, her expression grim.Lucas wondered if this whole plan was already a success, and Alicia was jealous.Lucas held her gaze for a beat, then smirked, tightening his arm around Amy just a little more.Alicia looked away, her lips pressing into a thin line.Amy hissed near his ear. “What are you doing, Lucas?”“Keeping you warm,” he
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 195. Funny Story
Lucas immediately spotted Alicia as soon as he entered the dining room.As soon as her gaze met his, her mouth hung open, and her eyes turned wide.Lucas grinned. This was the exact reaction he was hoping for. “Hello, Alicia,” he said in a smooth voice.“You two know each other?” Amy’s mother asked.“I went to college with him,” Alicia said, her voice tight.“YOU DID! NO WAY!” Amy exclaimed in a high-pitched, exaggerated voice, and Lucas could barely contain his laughter.Someone give this girl an award for the worst acting performance.Alicia shot Amy a look. “Yes, I did,” she said, regaining some composure.Amy gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. “Oh my god, were you two, like… a thing? This is so awkward.”Lucas snorted while Alicia visibly clenched her jaw.“No,” Alicia said sharply. We were just acquaintances, that’s all.”“Oh, thank goodness. Because this would’ve been so weird if my date was your boyfriend or something,” Amy said in a conspiratory tone.Alicia w
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 194. Dinner Date
Saturday night came too fast for Amy.She wasn’t prepared. Not mentally, anyway.She was anxious about seeing Lucas again and doubly stressed about spending time with her mother and her new family. Every time she was in their presence, her mom found a way to make her look bad.She stood in front of her mirror, smoothing down her sundress, debating whether she should change for the third time.Her mother was always so critical about how she dressed and how she looked. What if she thought Amy was overdressed? Or underdressed?A knock at her door made her jump. She took a deep breath and opened it to find Lucas leaning against the door frame, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted jacket and dark jeans.“Ready to go?” he asked, flashing that boyish grin that made her stomach flip.“You are here too early,” she said, forcing herself to sound casual.Lucas raised an eyebrow. “I am?”He glanced at his watch, then back at her with an amused smirk. “Pretty sure I’m right on time.”Amy huff
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 193. Apple Pie
Lucas took a bite of the cheeseburger and grinned. “Not too bad. Definitely better than what I expected from a diner.”“It’s no fancy food you are used to, that’s for sure,” Amy said.“What’s your favorite item on the menu?” Lucas asked.Amy’s eyes brightened. “The apple pie!”“Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am more of a peach cobbler kind of guy.”“With Vanilla ice cream?” Amy inquired.Lucas chuckled. “Is there any other way to eat it?”Amy leaned towards him, her tone conspiratory. “By the way. Did you have something to do with the whole…sick grandma situation?”Lucas paused, his burger halfway to his mouth, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe,” he said, setting the burger down and leaning back in his seat, his eyes glinting with amusement.“How did you do that? You sound nothing like me,” Amy joked.“I called in a favor. My younger sister, Sky, called your boss and pretended to be you,” he said. “She loves acting, so I figured, why not give her something she would enjoy?”“N
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 192. We had a Deal
“Amy, you are back! I am so sorry about your grandma,” Joanne exclaimed, giving Amy a big hug.Amy blinked. “My grandma?”Joanne released her from her embrace and looked at her, her eyes full of sympathy. “Brian told me you called and told him you needed a week off to visit your sick grandma in Tennessee.”“I did?” Amy asked but then quickly recovered. “Ah, yes. I did. Poor granny,” she said, thinking about both of her grandmas, who had been dead for years now.Joanne patted Amy’s arm. “You did a good thing by going to her. Family comes first.”Amy forced a tight smile. “Thanks, Joanne. She will be fine. Where is Brian?”Joanne glanced toward the back office. “He’s in the back office.” Joanne gave her another sympathetic smile. Amy swallowed down the guilt bubbling up inside her. “Yeah… thanks, Joanne.”Amy made her way toward Brian’s office. So she wasn’t fired because someone called Brian and made up the fake grandma story.She lightly knocked on his door.“Come in,” Brian called o
