All Chapters of Fall For Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Third person's point of view...The alarm rang in the early morning hence irritating Stella's peaceful sleep.It was not that peaceful, yet she managed to fall in slumber after she recalled the good moments of her life as a student.Indeed, college life is the best phase of our lives! It gives us immense memories to rejoice in the future and die happily with them as we grow older.And luckily, those same old college memories only became the reason for her sleep and Stella finally called it a night.She yawned stretching her arms out, her eyes were paining badly. She cried before falling asleep because of some sour memories of her personal life. It was going great recalling the college life until she reminisced that day when her dadda had come to the college with her brother as chief guests.Flashback...The Brilliant Academy, located in the Boston city, was

Max's point of view... I banged the steering wheel hard in frustration. After driving off from the cemetery. I wanted some piece of mind after that argument with Stella. I don't know why but her words were affecting me. Her suspicious eyes got me irritated while her words rang in my ears. I admit that I am a jerk but I really did not kill Tisha. Everybody knows how and who I am and really don't give a fuck to the world however her eyes, they dared to mock at me even though she did not utter a word. She judged me without seeking an explanation.That is true I am not a good guy, I gave many secrets kept hidden from the world yet it gives her no right to look at me like that! Gosh, I why do I feel so affected. No, no Max, don't let her affect you. She is not supposed to be affecting you!Don't forget that you have not brought her in your life for pampering her, yo

Max glanced himself in the big mirror that came in his way towards the drawing room. That was where Kevin has taken Stella to wait until he arrived. He combed his hair with fingers and attempted to flatten the creases on his coat. Maria had her fingers curling under his coat to strongly that visibly crumbled creases can be seen clearly. Max was fidgeting to flatten them when his eyes landed on the coat of white shirt inside the coat. "Shit!" there was blood, Maria's blood. It must have soaked within his shirt when she was cuddling him possessively. Max thanked his luck and decision for having looked in the mirror before appearing across her, other wise she could have noticed that too and doubted him way too much since he was not injured at all. He does not want her to see him in condition that would make her feel suspicious of him. Not at least at the moment when he can't wait to see her begging to him for the job.

16Third person's point of view... After Stella bought him the cup of coffee, Max forced her to sit in the chair and write an email for him. He dictated her the words while she, as his robot, typed the words in the laptop without looking up at him. "We shall provide you with the calculations of the same, once your company has abided with the rules." Max dictated, the sound of the clicking keys of the laptop rung along with his voice in the room. He smiled with a poker face, watching how she resisted him. Her expressions, those expressions were irritating. He can sense her feeling annoyed and vexed from time to time still, Stella did not utter a word in protest. "Hey, erase the last paragraph, I think it is not threatening. Shouldn't it look like the boss has sent it?" Stella widened her eyes as a sigh escaped her lips. "What? Don't stare me and do as I say. When

18Stella's point of view... Within thirty minutes we reached the New York Airport. Every moment I spent with him, I felt nasty of my own self. I was not like this, how did I change then? Even after knowing the meaning of this trip, I agreed. This was nothing but the beginning of my difficult life and physical life. He had made it clear with his words why he hired me, still with no doubt, I agreed to him and here, I sat beside him in the waiting lounge next to him like his mistress. I was lucky and thankful to God as we were in a private waiting area that was only for wealthy and rich people like Max Stokes, or else I don't know, how would have I tolerated the narrowed gaze of the passer by. I was lost in my own thoughts when a man well dressed in all black, appeared before my boss and said, "The place is ready." to him. Max nodded and straig