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The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 99
Chapter 99 Rosette's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the play of light filtering through the sheer curtains. The soft rays of the morning sun gently caressed her face, coaxing her from the realms of sleep. A sense of disorientation lingered as she surveyed her surroundings, the room's unfamiliarity unsettling for a fleeting moment. Sitting up, Rosette took in the room's delicate decor — muted colors, a vase of fresh flowers on the bedside table, and a subtle fragrance that hung in the air. The confusion etched across her face began to dissipate as her gaze fell upon the source of warmth beside her. A slight gasp escaped her lips as she recognized the arm tenderly wrapped around her waist. A cascade of memories flooded back, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. Rosette's eyes widened as the realization dawned upon her — she had fallen asleep next to Khein after tending to him the previous night. A mix of surprise and self-criticism flashed in her eyes, her internal
Last Updated : 2023-12-23The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 100
Chapter 100 Khein had been occupying my room for the past two days. Despite the clear signs of discomfort and a feeble attempt to protest, the weight of his lethargic body and my persistent nagging kept him confined to the bed. It wasn't as if he genuinely desired to leave; it was merely an excuse, and I could sense it without anyone explicitly telling me. It was just his way of avoiding acknowledgment. But, truth be told, it wasn't a big deal for me. If anything, it provided an opportunity to repay him for letting me stay in his house temporarily. The dynamics of our arrangement had shifted, and in the quietude of my room, there was an unspoken understanding that transcended the complexities of our relationship. His fever, however, was a cause for concern. It wasn't just your run-of-the-mill fever; it was quite severe. I marveled at how he managed to get up at all, considering the intensity of his fever. The past few days had seen him battling through, and it left me questioning th
Last Updated : 2023-12-24The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 101
Chapter 101 "Ma'am, he's not eating again," the maid reported as I spent some quiet time with Joni. A frown creased my forehead, sensing another issue to deal with. "Who? Khein?" I asked, a hint of worry in my voice. The maid nodded, looking concerned. "Yes, ma'am. He's also wondering if you're still here but won't come out of his room to see you." I clenched my teeth, irritation evident in my tone. "What's going on with him?" I questioned, frustrated by his refusal to eat and his reluctance to face the situation. It added to the growing list of things between us that needed sorting out. Fueled by frustration, I stormed out of Joni's room, determination in my stride as I headed straight to Khein's. The report from the maid about his refusal to eat and his reluctance to see me gnawed at my patience. I couldn't let this go without addressing it. Knocking on his door, I waited for a response. When none came, I gritted my teeth, growing more irritated. "Khein, we need to talk," I cal
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Chapter 102I watched him through the window of my room as he walked towards his car, his hand fumbling for the keys in his pocket. The image of what had transpired earlier replayed in my mind, leaving me utterly baffled. Speechless would be an understatement. Why would he choose to share an intimate moment like that just before going to pick up his girlfriend? And, more bewilderingly, why had I allowed him to do so? In that moment, I felt like I was not only disrespecting the other woman's feelings but also making myself out to be a fool. I berated myself mentally, feeling stupid, insensitive, and, in my own eyes, a total fool.The internal disgust I felt was palpable, an overwhelming wave of self-loathing crashing over me. The realization of my own actions weighed heavily on my conscience, and I grappled with the consequences of my lapse in judgment. The conflict within me intensified as I questioned my motives and allowed guilt to seep into the very core of my being. What had posse
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As Rosette carefully packed her things, the room witnessed her silent inner struggle. Each item in her suitcase seemed to carry the weight of unspoken emotions she had kept in her chest. The decision to leave hung in the air like an approaching storm.A cab pulled up outside, its engine humming with the city's rhythm. Rosette put her suitcase in the trunk with a determined yet thoughtful demeanor. The driver, waiting for instructions, turned to her and asked for the destination. With a resolute nod, she said, "airport," signaling the start of her journey away from the turbulent echoes of the past.As the taxi blended into the city lights, Rosette's phone buzzed persistently, revealing Khein's name on the screen. A moment of hesitation lingered before she answered. Khein's urgent voice echoed into the confined space of the cab. "Where are you, Rosette? We need to talk."In the dimly lit taxi, Rosette's expression stayed stoic, her determination unwavering. "I'm leaving, Khein. There's
Last Updated : 2023-12-25The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 104
Chapter 104 The airport's bustling atmosphere faded into the background as Rosette stepped out of the cab, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of her anxious footsteps. Her father, Xavier, stood at the entrance, a commanding figure in the midst of the crowd. As her eyes met his, a subtle shift in his demeanor occurred—a fleeting moment where the steely exterior softened, revealing the concealed warmth of a father who loved his daughter. Relief washed over Xavier's face like a gentle tide as he watched Rosette approach. Despite the ruthless reputation that preceded him, there was an undeniable tenderness reserved for his children, a softness that transcended the harsh world he navigated daily. His cold-blooded persona momentarily gave way to the vulnerability of a concerned parent. Tears streaked down Rosette's cheeks, a testament to the emotional storm she carried within. The sight of her, vulnerable and hurt, ignited a spark of anger in Xavier—a controlled, seething rage tha
Last Updated : 2023-12-26The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 105
CHAPTER 105The city lights streaked past Khein's car like fleeting memories, blurring into a hazy cascade of colors. He maneuvered through traffic with a calculated recklessness, not bothering to heed the speed limits as the urgency of the situation gripped him. The engine roared in tandem with the turmoil in his mind, a beast echoing the turmoil of his emotions.His usually cold demeanor was replaced by a desperate urgency, a vulnerability that clawed at the surface of his stoic exterior. The phone call replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of Rosette's words that carved into him like an unrelenting storm. He couldn't comprehend the sudden decision she had made. What had gone wrong between them? He tried to provide her with everything—luxury, comfort, a safe haven in his abode. So, why was she leaving?As he sped through the city's labyrinthine streets, Khein's knuckles whitened around the steering wheel. The car darted through traffic, swerving past other vehicles with a precisio
Last Updated : 2023-12-27The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 106
Once Rosette arrived in Russia, her mom was right there at the airport to meet her. They had this big, tight hug waiting for her, and suddenly, Rosette's tears just burst out. It was like a waterfall, non-stop. The comfort that she offers was enough to melt even the coldest person in this entire world. And it was quite true because Xavier is the living example of it.“I love you, sweetheart,” her mother said as she kissed her on the forehead.When they finally reached their huge house, the crying didn't stop. It was like Rosette's heart had a leak, and the tears just kept flowing. And then, like little angels, her nieces and nephew walked in. They noticed Rosette crying, so they didn't say a whole lot. Instead, they surrounded her with hugs and little pats on the back, trying to make her feel better. The kids had this magic about them, turning the sad atmosphere in the house into something less gloomy.“Don`t cry, aunt Rosey because I`ll cry, too,” Phiel said with an innocent look on
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