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117. Do You Read?
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The 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
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-15The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 119. I Want You
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
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-16The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 120. Try and Stop Me
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
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-16The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 121. Goodbye Kiss
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.
Huling Na-update : 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
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-17The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 123. Who is It
Tiffany’s heart swelled with joy as she caught sight of her little sister, her inky black curls bouncing with each wobbly step. The toddler’s chubby legs struggled to keep up, but determination shone in her eyes as she reached out for Tiffany.“Tiffy!” Sky squealed, her arms reaching upward for a hug. “Up!” Sky commanded with a giggle.Tiffany bent down and scooped Sky into her arms, pressing a soft kiss to her sister’s cheek. “Hey, little darling,” she whispered, holding Sky close.Sky giggled, wrapping her small arms around Tiffany’s neck.“She missed her big sister,” Riley said as she walked in, her eyes soft with love for them both.Tiffany frowned. “I am sorry for worrying you and Dad.”Riley shook her head. “Don’t look so guilty, Tiffany. A girl your age needs to skip school once in a while. Your father understands that, and so do I.”“How did you find out so fast, anyway?” Tiffany asked.“The school called and said you weren’t in class. But don’t worry, I got you covered with t
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 124. Show Me
Tiffany’s heart fluttered as she stepped through the double doors of her school. After yesterday, she wasn’t sure how she should react when she saw Jacob again.Is he going to tease him about the kiss?She tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. “Get it together, Tiff,” she muttered to herself. “He’s just a guy.”But even as the words left her lips, she knew they weren’t true. Jacob wasn’t just a guy. He was the guy who’d turned her world upside down with a single smile.Damn him.As Tiffany made her way down the crowded hallway, a hushed giggle caught her attention. She glanced to her right, spotting Emily and Amber huddled near a row of lockers. The self-proclaimed queens of the hallways were whispering furiously, their eyes locked on Tiffany.“Oh great,” Tiffany thought, her anxiety spiking. “What are they up to now?”Emily nudged Amber and nodded in Tiffany’s direction. Amber covered her mouth to stifle another giggle.Tiffa
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-18The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 125. Friends with Benefits
Tiffany’s heart pounded as she thought about Jacob’s words.“Meet me after school…”Despite her better judgment, Tiffany found herself counting down the minutes until the final bell.There was no way she would kiss him. Really kiss him. But she still wanted to meet him to…to give him the piece of her mind!As the day dragged on, Tiffany couldn’t focus on anything else. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Jacob, his smirk, and the way he’d so casually declared her his girlfriend in front of everyone. The nerve! And yet, the excitement bubbling inside her was undeniable.She wasn’t supposed to be thinking about this. She wasn’t supposed to care. But the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more persistent they became.When the final bell rang, her heart skipped a beat. She gathered her books slowly, trying to play it cool, but her stomach twisted in nervous anticipation.“Just tell him off,” she muttered to herself as she walked through the hallway, weaving through the crowd. “Y
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The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 218. Blissful Day
Lucas turned to Amy and smirked. “Well…”Amy raised an eyebrow. “Well?”Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Some date night, huh?”Amy let out a laugh that was half-exhaustion, half-hysteria. “Oh yeah. Kidnapping, gunfights, your sister going all James Bond on us. Is this really what your life is like?” she asked, sinking onto a nearby sofa.Lucas sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. “Not usually this dramatic.”“Says the man who kidnapped me the first time we met,” Amy pointed out.“That was a special circumstance,” he defended with a small smile.Amy leaned her head against his shoulder. “I should be running for the hills right now.”“Are you going to?” he asked softly.She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his. “Not after your confession. Did you really mean it?”Lucas’s face. “I meant what I said back there, Amy. I love you.”Amy put her arms around him, drawing him closer. “When did you know?”Lucas leaned down and brushed his lips over hers
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 217. Rescued
Taking a deep breath, Lucas reached for the bar. His hand hesitated for only a second before he pushed it.The door groaned open, and for a split second, neither of them breathed.No alarm.Lucas let out a sharp exhale and grabbed her hand. “Move.”They bolted outside into the chill night air, the sharp scent of gasoline and metal in the wind. The alley was empty, dimly lit by a single flickering streetlamp at the far end.“Which way?” Amy whispered, adrenaline surging through her veins.Lucas pointed left. “There’s a road a few blocks down. If we can make it there, we can steal a car or flag someone—”A gunshot cracked through the air, splintering the bricks near their heads. They both ducked instinctively, pressing themselves against the side of the building.“They know,” Amy gasped.Lucas clenched his jaw. “Run.”They took off, weaving through trash bins and broken crates. Another shot rang out, ricocheting off metal behind them.“STOP! Or I will shoot your head this time!” A voice
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 216. Love
Lucas shifted in his chair, the zip ties digging into his wrists as he avoided her gaze. “Not exactly the most romantic setting for this conversation.”“I think we’re past worrying about ambiance,” Amy said dryly. “So?”He exhaled slowly. “I was going to say… I love you, Amy.”No one said anything for a while.“You… what?” Amy finally asked.“I love you,” he repeated, his voice steadier now. “Have for a while. It’s why I couldn’t stand seeing you with Asa. Why I acted like such an idiot.” He gave a short, self-deprecating laugh. “And now I’ve gotten you kidnapped by the mafia. Stellar boyfriend material.”Amy blinked rapidly, processing his words. “You love me.”“Yes.”“And your way of showing it was to tell me to kiss another man?”Lucas winced. “It was a stupid thing to say.”“So you stalked my date and then jumped me in a bathroom to prove it?” she asked, unable to hide her amusement. And her happiness.“When you put it that way…”“And now we’re tied to chairs in some abandoned war
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 215. Kidnapped…Again
Amy and Lucas were marched across the parking lot toward a black SUV with heavily tinted windows. Two more men in suits opened the rear doors.“Ladies first,” Scar-face sneered, shoving Amy forward.“Touch her again and I’ll kill you,” Lucas growled, the threat so cold and certain that even the thug hesitated.“Big words for a man in zip ties,” Baldy laughed.They were forced into the backseat, the leather cool and buttery soft against Amy’s bare legs. The door slammed behind them. The bearded man slid into the passenger seat while Scar-face took the wheel.“Where are you taking us?” Amy asked, her voice steadier than she felt.No one answered.Lucas shifted closer to Amy, his bound hands awkwardly seeking hers. When their fingers touched, she clung to him, drawing strength from the contact.“I’m sorry,” he whispered, so quietly only she could hear. “I never wanted you involved in this.”“Involved in what, exactly?” she whispered back.Before Lucas could answer, the bearded man turned
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 214. Lover Boy
Amy knew she should stop this madness. They were in a public bathroom, for God’s sake, with her date sitting just outside. But Lucas’s fingers were working magic, and rational thought was rapidly abandoning her.“This doesn’t change anything,” she gasped as he slid one finger inside her, her hands still fumbling with his zipper.Lucas smirked against her neck. “Doesn’t it?”“No,” she insisted, even as her body arched into his touch. “You can’t just—oh!—show up and expect me to—”He curled his finger just right, and whatever argument she was building dissolved into a soft moan.“What was that?” he murmured, adding a second finger.“You are insufferable,” she managed to say, finally getting his zipper down.Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “And you’re still on a date with the wrong man.”He entered her in one smooth thrust, swallowing her cry with his mouth. The feeling of fullness, of rightness, was overwhelming. Amy clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulde
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 213. Ladies’ Room
“Oh, Hi, Harpy,” Lucas said casually as he leaned against the closed door.He drove as fast as he could to get there, and he would not leave until he got a real answer from Amy. He was tired of playing games.“Lucas. What the actual fuck? You can’t be here. This is the women’s restroom,” Amy hissed.“Actually. This is a unisex bathroom,” Lucas declared.“It doesn’t matter!” she screeched.Lucas moved fast, and soon, he was towering over her, pressing his palm to muffle her voice. “Shh…you want us to get caught?”Amy’s golden hazel eyes widened above his palm. She pried his fingers away from her mouth.“Caught?” she whispered fiercely. “You’re the one barging into bathrooms like some deranged stalker! How did you even know I was here?”Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “I had someone watch you.”“You had someone—” Amy closed her eyes briefly. “You are insane.”“How could you kiss him?” Lucas asked abruptly, his jaw clenching.Amy stared at him, incredulous. “Are you kidding me right n
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 212. Ice Cream
Asa paused before getting in the car and looked at Amy, a small smile teasing his lips.“What?” Amy narrowed her eyes and asked.“You’ve got something in your hair,” Asa said, reaching out to pluck a tiny piece of confetti from her curls. “Looks like the victory fountain at the eighteenth hole got a little enthusiastic.”Amy touched her hair self-consciously. “Is there more?”“No, just that one.” His fingers lingered near her temple for a heartbeat longer than necessary.Amy felt a flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with the strange man who’d been following them. “Thanks for getting it.”“No problem,” he said. “I’m having a really good time,” Asa said, his voice genuine.“Me too,” Amy said.“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while.”“You have?” Amy couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice.“Since the day you helped me carry groceries up the stairs when the elevator broke. You were wearing paint-splattered overalls and complaining about your sister borrowing your car wit
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 211. Better Than You
“What are they doing now, Jimmy?” Lucas texted the man he hired to spy on Amy and Asa.Lucas stared at his phone as the message sent, his fingers tapping impatiently against the edge of his desk. His thoughts churned, the irritation growing with every passing second.His phone buzzed with a reply.Jimmy: They’re still on the mini golf course. No sign of anything strange. They’re just playing, talking, looks like having fun. She seems relaxed.Lucas narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.Lucas: Keep watching. I want to know if they kiss.Jimmy: They are on the last hole now. Looks like they’re finishing up. Could be wrapping up soon.Lucas: I want to know everything. Stay close, don’t miss anything.He stared at the screen, watching the little dots indicating Jimmy was typing. The delay felt agonizing, each second stretching longer than the last. Finally, the message came through.Jimmy: They are finishing up now. No kiss yet, though. She’s laughing at something he said. Looks like a prett
The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride 210. Date Night
Amy paced across the bedroom.Seventeen steps to the window, pivot, fifteen steps back to the mirror. Her new sundress swished around her knees – impulse purchase, one size too optimistic. Twenty-seven minutes until he arrived. Twenty-six, actually. The clock on her microwave was fast.“You are a grown woman,” she told her reflection, which stared back with unconvinced eyes. “You’ve been on dates before.”“Why am I so nervous?” she asked herself in the mirror. “It’s just Asa, your nice neighbor.The sundress was yellow – “Daffodil Dream” according to the tag – with tiny white flowers scattered across the fabric like stars on a summer night.She’d spent forty-three minutes and all her remaining dignity in the fitting room deciding between this one and a blue number that made her look like a corporate retreat brochure. The yellow won because it didn’t take itself too seriously. Amy wasn’t sure she could say the same about herself right now.Amy paused at the window, fingers fidgeting wi
