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114. Make Her His
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The 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
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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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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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His words were like a match to gasoline, igniting the flames of desire that she didn’t know she had.He was right. She was curious to know what it felt like to be with someone in that…way.But doing it with Jacob? Oh god…“Take me home,” she demanded, her voice shaky but determined. “Now.”Jacob laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “As you wish, princess,” he said with a mock bow. “Your chariot awaits.”He held out his hand, and Tiffany hesitated for a brief moment before placing her trembling fingers in his. She allowed him to lead her out of the ice cream parlor, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered what the hell was happening.As they walked to his car, Jacob’s hand remained firmly clasped around hers, his thumb tracing maddening circles on her skin. Tiffany’s mind raced with a million thoughts and doubts, but one thing was certain - she was in way over her head.Jacob opened the passenger door for her, and Tiffany slid into the leather seat.
Last Updated : 2024-10-17The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 122. Pink Cloud
Jacob couldn’t stop grinning, his cheek still tingling where Tiffany’s lips had barely brushed against it. It wasn’t much of a kiss, just a quick press, really—over before it even started. But to him, it was everything.His head felt light like he was floating in some sort of pink cloud that kept him high above the ground. He could still see her face in his mind, the way her cheeks had flushed right after, like maybe it had meant something to her, too.If only she knew how much he adored her, how long he’d been watching from the sidelines, never daring to hope that she might actually see him the way he saw her.He shook his head, still grinning like a fool as he turned onto his street, pulling his beat-up car into the driveway. The house looked dark, the curtains drawn like they always were. He sighed. The high from Tiffany’s kiss faded just a little, replaced by the heavy reality that awaited him behind those closed doors.Jacob got out of the car, his smile faltering as he stepped i
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 211. Better Than You
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 210. Date Night
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 209. Kiss Him
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 208. Idiot
Lucas couldn’t stop worrying about what Amy implied throughout dinner. He found himself stealing glances at her.Was she serious? Was she bored of him already? How could she already be bored? They had barely just started!When the meal finally ended, Lucas didn’t have the chance to get her to be alone with him again because Tiffany decided to pull her away from him. “What are you doing?” he growled without thinking.Tiffany arched a brow. “Relax, little brother. I just want to get to know Amy better. You did say she’s your girlfriend, right?” she teased, pulling Amy along before he could argue.Amy gave Lucas a nervous smile but didn’t resist as Tiffany led her away.Lucas clenched his jaw, watching them disappear into another part of the vineyard. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. This is ridiculous. He needed to talk to Amy. Now.Jacob chuckled beside him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re acting like a dog whose favorite toy was taken away.”Lucas shot him a glare.
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 207. Never Again
Lucas waited until they were out of earshot of Amy before turning to Alicia.“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, glaring at her.“What do you mean?” Alicia asked innocently.Lucas sighed. “You know exactly what I meant, Alicia. Why are you being so rude to Amy? What is wrong with you?” he barked.“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with YOU? What are you doing, dating my stepsister, Lucas? I didn’t realize you’d play dirty just to get to me,” she said.Lucas stared at her. “Get to you?”Alicia crossed her arms. “You can deny it all you want, but I know you, Lucas. You don’t just accidentally end up with her, of all people. It’s a game, isn’t it? A way to—what? Get back at me? Make me jealous?”Okay, technically, she was right. This was supposed to be a game to get close to Alicia, but Lucas had no intention of doing that anymore. So all he could do now was to deny the accusation.“That’s actually insane, Alicia. You really think everything is about you, don’t you?” He took a step close
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 206. Jealous
“Ah, Luke! Come on up, my boy,” Antonio Costello exclaimed jovially as Lucas led Amy and her family inside the building.Lucas grinned and stepped forward to shake Antonio Costello’s hand. The older man clapped him on the back.“Good to see you, Uncle Tony. Thank you for letting me bring some guests to tour your Vineyard,” Lucas said.Antonio waved a dismissive hand. “Nonsense, Lucas! You’re family. My home is your home.” His sharp eyes flickered over to Amy and the rest of the group. “And who do we have here?”Lucas placed a hand on Amy’s lower back. “This is Amy,” he said. “And this is her mother, Margaret, her stepfather, Benjamin, and…” His voice dipped just slightly. “Her stepsister, Alicia.”Antonio smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you all. The Vineyard here is one of my pride and joy. I can’t wait to show you all the true beauty of making wine.”Margaret clasped her hands together, clearly delighted. “That sounds wonderful, Antonio.”Antonio nodded. “Come, let’s not waste any
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 205. Perfect
Amy kept pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Her room was tiny, so there wasn’t much room to pace, but she made it work. She had to think.“This is stupid,” she muttered under her breath. She touched the hem of her shirt—a shirt she had changed three times already.“Jeans and a blouse. Jeans. And. A. Blouse.” She spoke each word like a mantra. She looked at herself in the mirror and blew out a breath. It was a simple outfit, and she looked plain as usual. But who really cares? Lucas had seen her already, so it was not like she had to impress him.“Lucas may have that smoldering, infuriating knack for making me second-guess myself,” she acknowledged to her reflection, “but not today. Today, I am the epitome of casual indifference.” Besides, she was still kind of mad at him.Okay, maybe not mad. But irritated.She thought about Asa and how he asked her out. How would she break that to Lucas? He would go ballistic!But she had to admit…it was kind of nice to be wanted.“Let them fight
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 204. Is She Mad?
Lucas did not like Asa.Not at all.How could Amy choose to stay with him?Lucas ran a hand through his hair, breathing hard. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her and that asshole ever since he left his apartment, his blood boiling with jealousy.Another thought suddenly occurred to him. What if he had pushed Amy toward Asa even more by acting like a caveman back there?Stupid, stupid, stupid!Lucas gritted his teeth, pacing his living room like a caged animal. His fists clenched at his sides as frustration clawed at his insides.What the hell was wrong with him?He had been acting like a lunatic, snapping at Amy, throwing accusations, and now—now she was probably going to go out with Asa.His stomach twisted at the thought.What if Asa made her laugh? What if she actually liked him? What if she realized she didn’t need Lucas in her life anymore?His pulse pounded in his ears.This was his fault. He’d let his jealousy get the best of him, and now she was probably thinking he was a pos
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 203. I Like You
“He is not going to come back in the morning and beat me up, is he?” Asa asked after Lucas stormed out, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.“I doubt that. He acts all tough, but he is just a giant teddy bear inside,” Amy said.Asa looked at her intently. “So, is he your boyfriend or what?”Amy bit her lower lip and shook her head. “No. He is not.”“Then why was he acting like a jealous boyfriend?” he asked." It’s…it’s complicated,” Amy said.Asa arched an eyebrow. “Complicated, huh? That’s just a fancy way of saying I have no idea what the hell is going on.”Amy groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Tell me about it.”Asa plopped down next to her, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Well, from what I gathered, he’s either in love with you, in deep denial, or on the verge of a mental breakdown.”Amy let out a tired laugh. “I hardly think he is in love with me, but the mental breakdown part might be true.”Asa took a thoughtful sip of his beer. “Whatever it is, I think y
