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The 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-15The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 118. Let’s Ditch
Tiffany read his response and released a sigh of relief.For some reason, despite everything he had done, she believed him when he said he didn’t read her diary.This was the same guy who had stolen her diary, who was blackmailing her into going to prom with him. And yet…She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. It was just a text conversation, nothing more. She couldn’t let herself get swept up in his charm.She sighed and put the phone down, wondering what she would say to him in school tomorrow.She pictured him standing by his locker with that smug grin, probably thinking he’d already won. She needed to figure out how to get through this without letting him get the upper hand again.Her phone buzzed again, and she looked at it one last time before going to sleep.“Goodnight, Princess.”Tiffany smiled despite herself and immediately scolded herself for letting him flirt with her again.In the morning, her nerves buzzed under the surface, but she kept her face calm as she w
Last Updated : 2024-10-15
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 169. I Need You
Jacob returned Tiffany’s kiss with longing, his hands roaming down the slick skin of her back. Tiffany clung to him, pouring all her love and relief into the kiss.When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Jacob rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Tiffany. More than anything. And I promise, no matter what dangers come our way, we’ll face them together.”Tiffany smiled through the tears that pricked at her eyes, blending with the rivulets of water streaming down her face. “I love you too, Jacob. Always.”He kissed her again, soft and sweet, before reaching for the bottle of shampoo. With gentle hands, he began to wash her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp and working the suds through her long tresses. Tiffany leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, relishing the simple intimacy of the moment.As the water rinsed away the shampoo, Jacob’s hands drifted lower, skimming over her shoulders and down her arms. Tiffany shivered despite the heat, her skin tingling
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 168. Scared
Tiffany pushed past Marco without waiting for another word. Her mind raced as her feet carried her toward the front door. The thought of Jacob lying among the casualties tore through her like a blade, and she couldn’t bear the uncertainty.“Tiff, wait!” Riley called, hurrying after her.“I can’t,” Tiffany snapped over her shoulder, her voice tight with emotion. “I have to know if he’s okay.”River appeared at the end of the hallway, his face darkening when he saw the panic in his daughter’s eyes. “What’s going on?”Riley quickly filled him in, her voice trembling as she explained the situation. River’s jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, grabbing Tiffany’s arm to stop her.“Slow down,” he ordered. “Running in without a plan isn’t going to help anyone. You don’t even know what you’re walking into.”“I don’t care!” Tiffany shouted, tears welling in her eyes. “If something happened to Jacob—”River’s grip tightened just enough to keep her grounded. “And what if you get yourself killed
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 167. Take a Break
Tiffany studied the surveillance photos on her laptop again, studying each frame with a critical eye. There had to be something she missed, some clue that would unravel the mystery.As she zoomed in on one particularly grainy image, her breath caught in her throat.In the shadows behind Vincent and his sister was a figure, barely visible.Tiffany leaned in closer, squinting at the blurry figure. It was hard to make out the details, but there was something unmistakable about the shape, something familiar. The silhouette appeared to be tall, with broad shoulders—someone who was built like a fighter.Her heart pounded in her chest. The figure was too close to Vincent for comfort, and the way they stood, half-hidden in the shadows, made it clear they were trying to stay unnoticed. But why? And who was it?She snapped a screenshot of the image and adjusted the contrast, hoping to sharpen the details. The figure became slightly more visible, enough for Tiffany to catch a glimpse of a hand r
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 166. Secrets
Vincent’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression remained composed. “Boss, I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”Tiffany slid a printout of the transcript across the desk. “Don’t play dumb with me, Vincent. I have proof of your little late-night chat. Start talking.”He glanced down at the paper, his brow furrowing as he read the words. When he looked back up, his gaze was steady. “It’s not what it looks like.”“Then enlighten me,” Tiffany said, leaning back in her chair. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’ve been feeding information to our enemies.”Vincent shook his head. “No, boss. I swear on my life, I would never betray the Red Vipers.”Aria, who had been silently observing the exchange, stepped forward. “Then who were you talking to, Vincent? And why all the secrecy?”Vincent licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting between Tiffany and Aria. “I was talking to my sister. She’s in trouble, mixed up with the wrong crowd. I’ve been trying to help her get out
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 165. Red Flags
Tiffany sat in her office, contemplating what to do next. A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she barked, composing herself.Marco, one of her most trusted men, entered. His usual swagger was muted, replaced by a nervous energy that set Tiffany’s teeth on edge.“You wanted to see me, boss?”Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “The Rossi deal. How did our competitors know the exact terms?”Marco shifted his weight, not quite meeting her gaze. “I… I don’t know. Maybe someone overheard something?”“Bullshit,” Tiffany snapped, her patience evaporating. “That information was need-to-know. So either you’re incompetent, or you’re a rat.”Marco’s face flushed. “With all due respect, Ms. Foster, I’ve been loyal to this family for fifteen years. I would never—”“So, you have no idea how it could’ve happened?” Tiffany’s laugh was sharp and bitter. She had been doing some digging and something about Marco was off these days. And now with John dying suddenly…She advanced on Marco, her voice d
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 164. His Family
River looked up from the papers scattered across his desk, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers.“Tiffany,” River said. He gestured to the leather armchair across from him. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?” he asked.She moved woodenly, sinking into the chair. Its softness felt wrong, too comfortable for the weight of sorrow pressing down on her shoulders.“Not great, Dad,” she said.River nodded, his silence an invitation for her to continue. But the words wouldn’t come. They stuck in her throat, choking her with their intensity.Tiffany’s hands clenched in her lap, her nails digging crescents into her palms.“It has been hard on all of us. John was a valuable member of our family.” River’s voice was gentle, understanding.Tiffany nodded, a single tear escaping to trace a path down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily, hating the weakness it represented.“I should have been there,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush.River’s eyes softened, a flicker of pain crossing his
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 163. He is Gone
The drive home was a blur of streetlights and racing thoughts. Tiffany pulled into her driveway, the familiar sight of her family’s sprawling estate doing little to calm her nerves. She needed to talk to someone, someone who always understood.“Riley will know what to do,” she muttered, heading towards Riley's room.She knocked on her door, but no one answered.“Um…Miss Tiffany.”She turned around and smiled at their housekeeper. “Yes, Alison?”“Miss Riley went to the dentist with Sky. She won’t be home for a few hours. Is there something you need?” Alison asked.“No. Where is Dad?” she asked.“Mr. Foster went out of town to take care of something.”“Where is John?” Tiffany asked.“I hadn’t seen him since he went to the pool house this morning,” Alison said.Tiffany headed toward the pool house, where her longtime bodyguard and driver, John, was staying. He had helped her through her transition to take her father’s position, so whenever she needed advice, he was always there for her.T
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 162. Too Late
Tiffany stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her jaw set with determination. Vargas’ words echoed in her mind, fueling a fire within her.“I’ll show him,” she muttered, clenching her fists. “I’ll show them all.”The encounter with Vargas had shaken her, but it had also awakened something - a fierce resolve to prove herself as a leader within the Red Vipers. Tiffany took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.“I’m not just some princess,” she told her reflection. “I’m River Foster’s daughter. This is my birthright.”But even as the words left her lips, doubt crept in. Was she really cut out for this life? Could she handle the weight of leadership, the constant danger?Tiffany shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. She had to stay focused.Standing from the vanity, Tiffany moved to her closet and selected a sleek black dress. As she slipped it on, Tiffany felt confident.“You’ve got this,” she whispered, smoothing down the fabric. “Just remember what Dad taught you.”Her
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 161. Partnership
Vargas’s grin widened, his amusement deepening as he leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands twice. The sharp sound echoed in the room, and a moment later, the door behind him creaked open.Two burly men dragged in a scrawny, disheveled figure who looked terrified.The man was dumped carelessly on the floor. Vargas gestured lazily toward him.“Meet the Rat,” Vargas said, his tone almost casual. “His name’s Eddie. Loyal to your family for years—or so you thought.”Tiffany’s gaze flicked to Eddie. She felt a twist in her stomach, but she forced her expression to remain cold and detached. This was a test, she reminded herself. She couldn’t afford to show weakness.Eddie’s bloodshot eyes widened as they focused on her. “Miss Foster,” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I didn’t mean to—”“Shut him up,” Vargas snapped, and one of the men delivered a swift kick to Eddie’s side, silencing him with a pained grunt.Tiffany turned her attention back to Vargas. “You wan
