All Chapters of My Back-Up Boyfriend is a Mafia Boss: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Elliot does not seem to be beside me, so I instinctively woke up once more hoping to feel him with me this time. Since this morning's early dawn, he had already been gone from the room, and I do not have any idea where he might be. He was nothere when I woke up earlier to check on him. Even though I was tremendously tempted to leave the room to search for him, I was simply too worn out to do so. I was too full to do anything because we had been at it again the previous night, and after waking up, I just found myself being back to sleep again. I was trying to contemplate getting ready to climb out of bed and search for him when at the same moment the door to my room opened. I already felt his presence without even having to open my eyes to look who got in. After settling down into bed, he kissed me on the lips. With one eye open to see what he was up to, I peered and murmured, "Where have you been, baby?" I try to somehow get closer to him and say, "I woke up earlier, and you were n

"Are you really insane, Lexy, to say something like that to Ari?" Markus snarled angrily. And I wanted to react the same way, but I chose otherwise. I may not agree with what Lexy said, but I also don't want to fuel their argument further, so I'd prefer to let this go for the time being. "Do I appear to care whether you agree with me or not? I have the right to my own opinions and thoughts, you jerk." I've never seen Lexy so enraged as I see her now. "Also, why do you care what I have to say when all you care about is her? Oh, that's right on point! The reason why you are caring right now is because your little, Miss Perfect over here is being targeted by no one else but me." "Lexy!" grumbled Markus while clenching his teeth in displeasure. "Lexy, you're clearly making a mistake at this point. This is a misunderstanding, as this is absolutely not at all what he was trying to say to you." "Don't even try to explain it to her, pumpkin. We don't owe her any explanation at all for how

I'm betrothed. We're sworn in. The reality of the situation is that Elliot Allister and I are engaged. Finally engaged at that! The entire scenario felt surreal up until this point. The fact that I am donning a diamond engagement ring on my ring finger, courtesy of Elliot Allister, continues to be beyond my comprehension days after we returned to Elliot's mansion. I still feel like I am on cloud nine, and whatever I do, I just can't keep the smile off my face. Who would have predicted that my fiancé would end up being the boy I grew up with, the one who began making me experience a wide range of emotions all at the same time? The man I tried to suppress my feelings for, and the person I never thought I would see again? And the one with whom I openly confessed to falling in love but who got me rejected in the end? The path to where we are was never easy. But the fact that Elliot Allister is my man is something I wouldn't trade for anything else, even if our lives aren't ideal or anyth

Matthew Wilson. Almost everyone else came to believe that he had passed away. The general notion was that they had killed him, much the same as what they all did to his father, Dimitri Wilson. But almost every one of them harbored the wrong perception because he is still here. He is currently alive and is now on the hunt for vengeance. If they all genuinely thought that his near-death experience would deter him from exacting his bloody revenge on everyone who threatened his existence, they have all been mistaken once again. Because of his set of circumstances, he has now become all the more thirsty for blood as repayment for what he has experienced from them. He wished for everyone involved in his near-death experience to share his fate, but they, unlike him, will undoubtedly die in his hands. He is crazy and mad because that is all he can even think of since the moment he regained his consciousness and strength. And he won't be able to stop all of this desperation unless the Gregory

As soon as I walked into the coffee shop, I was accosted by a whiny voice with a barrage of questions, saying, "Oh my gosh! Ari, is that you? Ariella Gregory, is that really you? Where the hell have you been all this time? What actually happened to you that you were just suddenly off the radar?" Of course, seeing Trish here startled me. And now a big part of me wants to regret even passing by here. I don't want to explain myself, and I am not ready to see anybody just yet. I made the choice to stop by for a coffee while I was out conducting market research and making a trip to visit several A-hotel sites. "Trish?! Such a long time has passed. How have you been? We haven't really seen each other in such a long time. I believe it was during the gala event at that time that we last saw each other." She asked eagerly as she scanned the shop, "Yes, I know. It's been so long, but more than asking me, I should ask you the same thing, how have you been? Why did you suddenly leave your job?