All Chapters of The Mourning Mafia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Clutching a photograph to his heart, Shane sat near on the porch of the house silently staring at nothing. He couldn't believe he was hollow once again despite wanting to have a chance at life. Fate was cruel yet again when he decided to take a leap of faith, but it was his immaturity that he even considered that he could be loved once again. Bringing the photo in front of his eyes, he caressed his wife's face.It was their wedding photograph where she was decked up in a white bridal gown looking elegant as ever. Her eyes gleaming in happiness as she was hugging Simone from the side while the sister was in tears after marrying her baby girl. Tears stung in his eyes as he ached to hold her again. Those times when she was with him were the most precious moments of his life. He wanted to cherish her forever but instead, he ended up messing everything."What do I do Sammy? Why am I being punished like this? First, you left me, now Shanzy doesn't want me because I am not able to forget you

Two hours later, the stage was set, the guests were all seated on their places. The ramp walk was all glitters and shine amidst the splashing waves of the pool; the whisperings of the first ever ramp show to introduce the different cuisine launch was making a buzz in the media. The clicks of the owner along with his wife, mother, granddaughter and investors were making a row in the audience while the minute to minute thrill of the show was increasing. As Ashton predicted, the eyes of the entire nation were on them; from every other competitive hotel to the neighboring countries, all were curious enough to understand the theme of the show that was about food. The primary element of life. Putting an end to the audience mind, dresses in the black tuxedo, Ashton walked to greet the audience as the anchor of the show. The flashes moved on his face as the new rising hotelier was grabbing eyeballs of every female out there who were obviously unaware that the man with looks was trapped in t

Simone was a sight to watch sitting on the high chair kept in the middle. Dressed in her all black glory she was an intimidation of the falling evening. Removing her sunglasses, she passed them to Shanzy who stood beside her chair with her eyes glued to Shane who stood on Simone's left."Welcome on my Yacht everyone," she greeted as her team removed the blind folds of everyone."Where is my Donald Duck? Bring him in front of me, Shane. I can't wait more." Simone ordered looking at Ashton who glared at her, but from his peripheral vision he took a quick check on his friends, and daughter.Shane immediately went inside to produce the main tormentor of his heart. He had been waiting for years for this megavolt evening, and finally it was here.Ashton watched the way he left, before turning his attention to his grandmother, and parents who were being freed from the ropes that were tied to their hands, while their keen eyes looked around for the surroundings and they found themselves to be

EpilogueFive years laterSomewhere deserted, in the St. Gilgen village of Austria, there stood a small hut, circulated by large bushes and a fountain on the side making the area look presentable and cozy to be called a home. Inside the small cottage, the interior wasn't luxurious or costly; it was normal per say comprising of a small couch, a bed, a television set right in front of the bed. On the right, a small kitchen set up, while the opposite side had two doors beside the other. One, presumably a washroom, and the other opened into a huge control room comprising of various large computer screens flashing the various parts of the Austria. The two people controlling the cameras had their eyes fixated on the screens unaware of the one who stood behind them with a smile. "You two are watching the screens as if a bomb is about to explode." The person from behind interrupted them. The male and female turned to see their boss standing there with a grin plastered on her lips. White sh

The tyre of the Audi R8 blasted midway in whatever the street was named. The shiny vehicle came to a halt and caused Simone to mumble a few incoherent curses; unlike her usual self she didn't banged the wheel with her fist but glared at it. Subconsciously, she's made peace with her past hurricane self, consciously she was struggling to compose herself at the slightest knock of mishap or misdemeanor from passersby or any of her old rivals. The smell of rivalry hasn't left her nostrils, though, she implored herself to recruit in a cycle of calm instead of letting her adrenaline drive her insane. She came with only one intention to find the ploy circulating the city, to unmask the puppeteer leading the show of Ashton's disappearance and probably to rescue her man. He must be in purgatory, and she's about to dwell in it for she knew in her veins that he must be holding her responsible for his latest agony. 'That dude was certainly the one who had more brains than her for he was aware of t