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Chapter 75: Like Before
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So far, Xaiver seems genuine about his feelings towards their child. He looks as if he longed for her his whole life. Despite not being able to see her grow up, it was not a hindrance for him to love her. Margarette shouldn't doubt his fatherly love She can't help it, though, because everything reminds her of their past. How he made her feel loved but in the end, he ended up breaking not only her trust, but also her heart."Here's your drink, ma'am." Gloria went back eventually and gave her the drink that she asked before the old maid went back to her own work.She sighed for the hundredth time before she sipped on her drink."Mom!" Xaire ran towards her and hugged her legs. "Drink!"She smiled as she knelt down to level her child's height before assisting her to drink the watermelon juice."Thank you, mommy!""You're welcome, hun," she replied and planted a kiss on Xaire's forehead. "Do you want more?""Nope!" Xaire exclaimed before running back to her father. She smiled again. Her
Last Updated : 2023-04-01The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 76: Mary
"What is going on?" she asked herself. The maids were strangely extra busy today and she wonders why.Her brows were furrowed as she roamed her eyes around. Where were the two?She continued walking. She entered her daughter's chamber and saw that they were not there, so she went to the garden, but to no avail. They were still not there. "Excuse me, have you seen my daughter?" she asked one of the workers in the mansion.The maid nearly knelt down just to show some respect as if she was some sort of royalty when it's totally unnecessary to do that. She's just a mere captive in this house, not even slightest to call a visitor."T-They are in Mr. Ivanov's office, ma'am," the poor maid stuttered."Where is it located? Lead the way, please.""N-My pleasure, ma'am."She followed the maid as they went up to Xavier's office on the first floor. Their chambers were actually located on the second floor of the mansion and she was quite okay with that considering that she has a child. Her motherl
Last Updated : 2023-04-02The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 76.2
There was a knock on the door and she instantly knew it was him, but she ignored it. She can't talk to him right now. He can't see her right now. She has tears in her eyes and she's afraid he might take advantage of her vulnerability once again.And so, she went to the bathroom with her daughter and bathed her in the tub while ignoring the knocks on the door. She will deal with him later.After bathing her daughter and being patient while she played with the toy ducks on the tub and at the same time splashing her water every now and then, Margarette was finally done with Xaire. She picked her up and carried her back to the bed where she put her clothes on. She dressed, lotioned, and brushed her child's hair, and made sure she was clean enough. She couldn't risk Xaire getting sick.For the hundredth time, there was a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes and stomped her way to open it.Xavier scratched the back of his head. "Hi, you done?"She simply nodded her head and didn't answer h
Last Updated : 2023-04-04The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 77: Regret
Is he serious? Wanting her to hang out with that woman? He must be insane. There is no way she will hang out with that stranger who tried to steal her daughter's heart.But how come she ended up being in the same place as her now?She crossed her arms across her chest as she stared down at the woman's hand in the air. Mary was awkwardly smiling at her while extending her hand for a handshake."Margarette," Xavier warned, there was seriousness in his voice that made her shudder silently. She looked at him and rolled her eyes in annoyance. "What?""Mary is greeting you. Stop being a baby and greet her," he said like a father. She scoffed. He used to tell her what and what not to do. He used to tell and command her when she was still young and naive. Now, she's already 25. She's no longer the same stupid girl in the past that he once knew. He can't boss her around this time around."I'm not being a baby!" she hissed, offended."Then go and greet her," he said.She glared at him. "I hate
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He quietly exited the room."Oh my, I should've probably brought my cat here with me!" Mary said followed with a giggle.Xavier stopped on her tracks."Actually, we have pets in our house. My dad gifted me a Persian cat on my 22nd birthday. It was my first pet. Then after that, my dad brought home another pet. He gave his granddaughter a shih tzu and I got another cat," she shared. She was happy to be able to have someone to talk to, especially in her her situation right now. "Wow! I actually have a poodle and a husky, too!" Mary said with excitement on her voice. She was only one year younger than Margarette and they vibe so much as if they were childhood friends."Really?" Margarette was widely smiling. "I love pets.""Same here. I even think I can't live without my babies. They are very precious to me," said Mary. "They are my life."Margarette giggled. "You're so cute! I hope you wil bring your pets here when you visit again, I'm pretty sure Xaire would love them!""I sure will."
Last Updated : 2023-04-07The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 78: Bullet
Silence filled them after the gunshot. Margarette felt her whole body go pale as she felt cold. Terror hit her heart as memories came rushing back to her mind. She couldn't move. "Hey, are you okay?" Mary asked in concern as she held Margarette on the shoulder. But Margarette jerked away like a terrified cat. Mary immediately apologised. "I'm so sorry.""W-What's going on?" she asked nervously. Mary smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. It's probably just men practising once again. It often happens here, not a big deal.""No, no, I need to see my daughter," she said in panic. Her mind was closing its own mind to hear other people's opinions. Her instinct kicks in and her motherly reflex tells her to go get her child. Margarette got up like crazy and ran into the house. Her tears rolled down his face as she climbed. She met some maids who were looking at her curiously but she paid them no mind."Xaire..." she muttered under her breath. She ran to her daughter's room. Hastily a
Last Updated : 2023-04-08The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 78.2
AFTER THAT INCIDENT, Margarette decided to sleep next to her daughter at night. Xavier understood her worries and let her do what she felt more comfortable with. Xavier ended up feeling sorry for trapping her and asked for forgiveness, but she could only cry. She was a mess and was beyond afraid. He ended up punishing those people who pulled the trigger and fired without his commands. Because of that, Margarette had become paranoid. She rarely goes out to the room and would always look after her daughter. It has been 2 days and Margarette was still not talking to him. "Hi," he said through his low voice as he raked his fingers on his face before dishevelling it. He just got off from his own gym and was sweaty. He was only wearing men's shorts. His defined body was a huge turn on to everyone, especially to his chiselled chest. He had those 8 pack abs. Sweat was dripping down from his toned body. She looked away and ignored him. He licked his lower lips. "Where is Xaire?" he started
Last Updated : 2023-04-09The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 79: Sorry
She was eating her food rather angrily. The plate made a screeching sound every time her fork hit the plate. She was munching it disgracefully, but she didn't care.Xavier entered the kitchen after a couple of minutes. He already took a shower and smells very nice. His biceps couldn't be hidden in his plain white shirt. He was so strong.He opened the fridge and took out some milk and drank it right in front of her. There was a playful smirk on his lips as he looked at her. Margarette, on the other hand, almost killed the man in her mind because of the extreme thickness of his face. "Are you still mad?" he asked the obvious as he closed the milk and put it back on the fridge. "I know you're still mad.""Shut up.""I'm sorry I didn't inform you beforehand. I was planning to surprise you," he said. "I know you're already bored being in this house for days and I thought that maybe bringing your and our daughter outside would make you at least happy. So please pardon my impudence."She gr
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