All Chapters of The Mafia Lord’s Bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Fiona Pov I was finally ready to move past the argument with Nero and start fresh. I was grateful for the good night's sleep and felt refreshed and rejuvenated. I knew that talking to Nero was the right thing to do and I didn't want to hold any grudges against him. After all, I was still attracted to him and I didn't want that to change.I took a relaxing shower, trying to clear my mind and focus on the day ahead. I carefully picked out my outfit for the day, opting for a simple top and jeans paired with sneakers. I wanted to look presentable but also comfortable for the day ahead.I made my way down to the kitchen, where Marcus, was waiting for me. I greeted him with a smile and sat down at the table."Good morning," Marcus said, pouring me a cup of coffee."Good morning," I replied, taking a sip of the warm liquid."Today, we're going out for breakfast," Marcus announced. "I thought it would be a nice change of pace."I was pleasantly surprised by the news and eagerly got ready to

Marcus I sat in the room, listening to all the voice records from Zayn. My anger boiled inside me as I heard the evidence of someone wanting to harm Fiona. The main reason her father allowed her to go to college was because we had received information that the house was going to be attacked again. We wanted her to be safe, and that was why I pushed away anyone who tried to make friends with her.As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel guilty. Fiona had always been such a kind and gentle soul, and the thought of someone wanting to hurt her filled me with a deep sense of anger and frustration. I had been tasked with keeping her safe, and yet here I was, failing at my one job.I couldn't help but replay the events of the past few months in my mind. Fiona had been so excited to start college, and I had been equally excited for her. She was so intelligent and determined, and I had no doubt that she would excel in her studies. However, as the months passed, I began to not

Fiona Pov As I look back on the past few months, I can't help but feel grateful for the life I have. Everything seemed to have fallen into place and everything was going so smoothly. I had a boyfriend who cared and loved me deeply, someone who always made me feel valued and appreciated. Our relationship was strong and filled with mutual respect, trust, and affection. Every moment spent with him felt like a fairytale and I never wanted it to end.Along with my boyfriend, I also had a bodyguard who I was starting to understand better. At first, I was a bit intimidated by him because of his stern demeanor, but as I got to know him, I realized that he was actually a kind and caring person who was just doing his job. He was always there to protect me and make sure that I was safe, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in my life. Our relationship was still new, but I could see it developing into a strong bond in the future. As I walked through the hallways of my school, I

Fiona PovI stood there, frozen with fear, as Marcus advanced towards Ivan with a knife in hand. I had seen enough violence in my life and I couldn't bear the thought of witnessing another violent act. My mind raced with memories of the homeless guy who had terrorized me just a few days ago. The image of his blood-stained clothes still haunts me, and the thought of Marcus killing Ivan brought those memories flooding back.I knew I had to act fast, so I picked up my confidence and called Marcus'. My hands were shaking, but I managed to force the words out of my mouth. "Marcus, please come back. We'll deal with him later." My voice was barely above a whisper, but Marcus stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.For a moment, I thought he was going to ignore me and continue his pursuit of Ivan, but then he put down the knife and walked towards me, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. "What are you doing, Fiona?" he asked, his voice cold."I can't handle this, Marcus. I'm still

Fiona Pov As I entered the house, I couldn't help but admire the man I had fallen in love with from the moment I laid eyes on him. Marcus was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, and he looked so handsome and confident as he worked. The sight of him took my breath away, and for a moment, I forgot everything else around me. I had always known that I loved Marcus, but it wasn't the kind of love that people usually talk about. It was a deep, abiding love that came from a place of friendship and admiration. I knew that I would always be there for him, no matter what, and that thought comforted me. But I couldn't bring myself to tell Marcus how I felt. I was afraid that if I did, it would ruin our friendship and everything we had built over the past days . I didn't want to lose him, so I kept my feelings locked away, deep inside me. As I approached Marcus in the kitchen, I tried my best to hide the admiration in my eyes. I didn't want him to see how much I was affected by his presence,