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112. You Can Have Him
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The 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
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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
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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
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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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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
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Tiffany arched an eyebrow in surprise. “An ice cream shop?” she exclaimed, her tone revealing a hint of skepticism.Jacob’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as he teased, “What, don’t tell me you hate the sacred treat of summer, miss grouchy pants.” The scent of sweet vanilla and freshly made waffle cones filled the air around them, making Tiffany’s mouth water and causing her to second guess her previous statement. She could practically taste the creamy goodness already.“What? No, of course I don’t hate ice cream.” Tiffany winced. “It’s just that…when you said let’s skip school, I today you’d take me somewhere more…um…”“Somewhere more what?” Jacob smirked, leaning closer as they stood in front of the small, charming ice cream shop.Tiffany hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. “I don’t know… more exciting? Like some secret hideout or something rebellious. You know, not an ice cream shop in broad daylight.”Jacob chuckled, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement. “You thought I’m so
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Tiffany felt the world around her blur as she processed Jacob’s confession.“Tiff? Are you okay? Your ice cream is melting,” he said and casually leaned against his chair.Of course, she wasn’t okay!“Are you… are you pulling some kind of prank on me?” she asked, her voice trembling. The thought was maddening, but she couldn’t shake the lingering doubt.Jacob’s expression hardened for a moment and then softened as he shook his head. “No, Tiffany, I’m not joking. This isn’t a game.” His grey eyes pierced through her defenses, searching for something she wasn’t sure she could reveal. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”Tiffany swallowed hard, still uncertain. “But why? Why now?” She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, peering into the unknown, and the thought of falling terrified her. “You’ve always treated me like I was some kind of joke. What’s changed?”“I was scared,” Jacob confessed, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “I didn’t know how to handle what I was feeling, and I thought
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 191. A Stray
Lucas couldn’t shake off the feeling of emptiness in his chest as he drove away from Amy’s apartment and back home. He couldn’t understand why he was suddenly in such a bad mood, but the hollowness in his chest only grew stronger with each passing mile. It was as if something was missing.And the car ride was too quiet.Lucas leaned back against the seat, rubbing his temples. His fingers drummed against his thigh, restless, irritated.His mind kept drifting back to the face Amy had made when he had left her at her apartment. She looked so sad, almost near tears.The little Harpy.His jaw tightened as he exhaled sharply. He should be happy she was back home and away from him. He was finally from her constant chattering.Then why did it feel like he’d lost something instead?Silly.He hadn’t lost shit. He could see her whenever he wanted to. It’s not like she lived in another state or something.Lucas nodded to himself. That’s right, he will just go see her. Maybe bother her at the litt
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 190. Concerned
Lucas’s car halts to a stop outside Amy’s apartment building.Amy’s heart raced as she stared at the building, realizing their unexpected adventure was coming to an end. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.Lucas cleared his throat. “Well, here we are.”“Yep. Home sweet home,” Amy replied, her voice unnaturally high. She fumbled with her seatbelt, fingers trembling slightly as she tried to unlatch it. The damn thing seemed determined to keep her trapped in this moment.“Need some help?” Lucas asked, his voice laced with amusement.The seatbelt finally released with a soft click. Amy’s hand lingered on the buckle, her mind racing for some excuse…any excuse to prolong their time together.“I, uh…” Amy started, then trailed off, unsure what to say.Lucas turned to her, one eyebrow raised slightly. “Yes?”Amy’s breath caught in her throat as their eyes met.She opened her mouth, then closed it again. What could she possibly say that wouldn’t make her sound desperate or clingy? This
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 189. Anxious
“…and then I told her, ‘If you think that’s bad, you should see what happens when I try to use chopsticks!’” Amy’s words tumbled out in a frantic stream, her hands fluttering like startled birds as she gestured wildly. Her leg bounced incessantly, causing the entire row of airplane seats to vibrate subtly.Lucas gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the e-book displayed on his tablet.Amy had not stopped talking ever since they boarded. At this point, Lucas was used to her talking too much, but this time, it was excessive.“Oh! And did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally used dog shampoo for a month? My hair was so shiny, people kept asking if I’d had work done!” Amy let out a high-pitched laugh that set Lucas’s nerves on edge.He exhaled slowly through his nose, thumb hovering over the tablet’s screen as he debated whether to increase the volume on his noise-canceling headphones. It wouldn’t make a difference, he knew. Amy’s chatter seemed to defy the laws of physics, penet
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 188. I Will Help
“Sit down on that little table, and I’ll go get your drink,” Lucas offered, shrugging out of his jacket. “Hot chocolate, right?”“Right,” Amy said with a small smile.Amy turned her gaze to the window, focusing on the view instead of the flutter in her chest. This was just a fun day out. Don’t overthink it. This was one of her many flaws. Overthinking things.A few minutes later, Lucas returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, each topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream. “One for you and one for me,” he said, sliding hers across the table.Amy took a sip, the warmth spreading through her and momentarily chasing away her thoughts. “Mmm, this is amazing.”“Told you this place was worth it,” Lucas said, taking a sip of his own. “So, how does it feel to have conquered your first ski slope?”She set her mug down and leaned back in her chair. “Honestly? It feels good. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it as much as I did.”“Told you you would,” Lucas said, his eyes fixed on hers.“So…
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 187. Not for Her
Amy’s eyes widened as she took Lucas’s hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. “Skiing? Are you serious?” she exclaimed.Lucas smirked, enjoying her surprise. “Completely serious.”She bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. “But I’ve never skied before. No, it is too scary. I can’t.”He chuckled, tugging her hand gently. “Don’t be a chicken. I will teach you.”She shook her head no. “I will fall down the hill and break something. And then, you will be forced to take care of me for another six months. You will never find the time to woo Alicia at that pace.”Lucas stared at her in amusement. “You have no confidence in yourself, do you?”“ZERO. Now, can we do something else? Like…I don’t know…something does not involve me rolling down from high places?” Amy asked nervously.Lucas tightened his hold on her hand. “Nope. We are going skiing, and that’s final.”Amy groaned loudly, dragging her feet as Lucas led her toward the ski rental area.He rolled his eyes, ha
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 186. Outing
“What’s wrong now?” Lucas asked.Amy looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean? Nothing is wrong.”“Bullshit,” Lucas said, furrowing his brows. “You look like you are about to cry again. Is it something I said?”Amy shook her head no.Lucas stared at her for a long moment before clearing his throat. “Well…” he started. “Maybe you don’t need to leave just yet. I mean…there’s no rush, I guess.”Her eyes lit up. “Really? I can stay?”Lucas shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I mean, if you want to. The mansion’s big enough, and it’s not like you’re taking up space.”Amy’s lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smirk creeping onto his face. “You’re already a pain, so what’s a little more? Besides, you shouldn’t go back to the USA without doing some sightseeing in Sweden. There are some cool stuff we can do here during winter.”Amy’s eyes widened with surprise, and th
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 185. Harpy
Lucas woke up to the bright sunlight assaulting his eyes and the feel of a plump ass pressed against his groin.He groaned inwardly as he looked at the time. It was already past noon.He couldn’t believe he let Amy talk him into having sex for the second time.And then again this morning.Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face as the events of the past twelve hours replayed in his mind. He had no idea how Amy managed to seduce him so easily.Little nymph.He shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but the feel of her bare skin against his sent a jolt through him. His cock stirred despite his better judgment.Get a grip, he scolded himself.Amy stirred, letting out a contented hum as she stretched lazily, pressing her body even closer to his. “Mmm, morning, Slut,” she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with satisfaction.Lucas groaned, burying his face in her hair. “It’s noon, and don’t call me that.”“Sorry. I shall call you Timmy’s Dad instead,” she muttered.Lucas sat up. “Tha
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 184. Little Timmy
Amy had never been taken like this before - with such raw, animalistic intensity. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, obliterating every thought beyond the feel of him inside her, stretching her, claiming her.She could feel the coil of tension winding tighter and tighter in her core, threatening to snap at any moment. Her thighs began to quake, her walls fluttering around his thick length as he hit that sweet spot inside her again and again.“Lucas,” she gasped. “I’m… I’m going to…”“Not yet,” he commanded roughly, reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies to circle her clit with his thumb. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart.”A strangled cry escaped her lips as she came.Lucas didn’t let up, pistoning into her with deep, powerful thrusts.“Oh god,” he rasped. “I can’t control myself.”With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one final time, finding his own release. She felt the hot spurts of his seed painting her inner walls as he shudd
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 183. Different
The kiss caught Amy off guard, her eyes widening as their lips met. She froze for a split second before parting her lips and allowing him to slip his tongue inside.And oh, was she glad she did.Amy’s heart pounded in her chest as Lucas flipped her on her back and deepened the kiss, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. It felt so good—the way his lips moved against hers, his weight pressing on her, the heat that spread through her body like wildfire.This was wrong. So wrong. She barely knew this man. They just met less than twenty-four hours ago!And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to make him stop.His fingers tightened on her waist, his touch possessive.Amy’s hands, which had been hovering awkwardly in the air, found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Every rational thought screamed at her to push him away, to put an end to this madness, but her body refused to obey.When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their faces mere inches apart. Lucas’
