All Chapters of The Mafia Lord’s Bride : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Fiona Pov I loved the way I took my healing process seriously. I didn’t want anything to stop it at all and I was going to continue. Today makes it 3 days since I’ve been to school and I didn’t really care. My peace of mind actually matters more than school and Marcus had already told the teachers that I wouldn’t be attending classes,Of courses they answered because they didn’t want Marcus to hurt them. I was currently doing my assignments that Marcus got from one of the strangers. It was fun that I got to use peoples more to write my own because I know that on a normal day ,no one was going to give me their note so I can say that Marcus is a curse and a blessing. I continued my assignments but soon I got hungry,I didn’t know what to eat becasue there was no food at home and Marcus wasn’t around. Also after that incident Marcus didn’t let me go out again without him,he always wants to be there so he can protect me quickly. “Ughhh where is he? I’m so hungry”I got so hungry

Fiona PovI hated the way I felt so I left the table. I went to my room,my favorite part of the house and I sat down there thinking of what to do. This boredom was too much and I couldn’t hear it any longer. I needed to go out and leave this house but u couldn’t go out without Marcus so my last option was to go to school. It was my only escape route and I was going to stick with it for life. I went to my bed and slept off. It was morning already and the sunshine brightly into my room. It made me feel today was gonna be a good day and I wanted it to be a good day because I’ve been through a lot this past week. I needed fresh and something to show that I was starting over so I got ready for school. I came downstairs and I saw my cars sitting at the table. I ignored him and walked straight to the door, I didn’t say any word to him I just sat down in the car waiting for him to get the hint and come drive me to school. we entered the road and soon we got to school.

After finishing my dinner, I went to the living room to watch TV. I made a point not to look at Marcus, not to acknowledge his presence. I didn't want to care, I didn't want to feel anything for him anymore.But then, I heard a hiss of pain from the kitchen. My heart was telling me to look, to see what was going on, but my mind was telling me to ignore it. I didn't want to show that I cared, I didn't want to give him any more power over me.But I couldn't ignore it. I couldn't ignore the pain in his voice. So, I got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. When I got there, I saw that Marcus was bleeding, he had cut himself while trying to make a meal.My heart was torn, I didn't want to help him, I didn't want to give him any more chances to hurt me. But I couldn't just stand there and watch him suffer. So, I rushed to help him, grabbing a towel and pressing it to the cut."What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."I was just trying to make dinner and I slipp

Fiona Pov I walked into my classroom, bracing myself for the usual cold reception from my classmates. Just as I expected, no one acknowledged my presence. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger building inside of me.I greeted Mr. Gilbert, but he just walked past me without a word. I felt my heart drop. After our talk yesterday, I thought he would at least say hi. But no, it was like I didn't even exist.I sat down at my desk, fuming. I couldn't believe that everyone still hated me, even after I had tried to make amends. All I wanted was for someone to give me a chance, but it seemed like that would never happen.As the lesson started, I found it hard to concentrate. All I could think about was the injustice of it all. I was tired of being the outcast, the one everyone picked on.The bell rang and I gathered my things, still seething. I was done with this place, done with the constant rejection and indifference. As I walked out of the classroom, I made a promise to mysel

I glared at him, feeling more and more frustrated by the minute. How could he be so insensitive and careless about something that meant so much to me? I had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now it was being ruined by Marcus's tardiness and lack of consideration. "Sorry isn't good enough," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "You're always doing this. You never take me or any of my plans seriously. I'm tired of being treated like an afterthought." Marcus didn't reply, and the car was filled with an awkward silence. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Our relationship as bodyguard and client had been strained for some time, and it seemed like today was just the final straw. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence, thinking about all the times Marcus had let me down and ignored my feelings. I was done with being taken for granted and treated like a doormat. It was time for me to stand up for myself and demand th