All Chapters of Mafia's Marriage Contract: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The small room is cramped with darkness and silence, gradually eating away his sanity. There’s a dim light above his head but it’s not of use in front of the abyss he’s staring into. His palms are clammy and his head is filled with many questions. However, his body is rejecting everything, putting him in a state of paranoia mixed with absolute shock.Everything is a blur. The only thing he remembers is the police dragging him away as his half brother lay dead. Did he feel sad for his brother’s death? No.There’s no sadness in him for the death of his brother. That man meant nothing to him, but seeing Hector’s lifeless body in front of him carved a hole in his heart. It feels empty and hollow, as if all the joy is gone. He never wanted things to end this way but it did.SLAM!The door bursts open and a gruff looking detective enters the room followed by a familiar face. Troy doesn’t show any signs of recognition when he spots Jim behind the older detective. Jim stands at a corner while

“F*CK!” Vincent screams and throws the laptop across the room. It smashes against the wall, breaking into half. Jeremy is standing in front of him, unfazed by his boss’s reaction. His mind is on something evenmore grave.“How the hell did he escape?” Vincent growls. The media is having a field day. The detective who was in charge of Troy’s case was found tied to a tree along with his partner and Troy was gone! Someone from the police department leaked the news to the media and now, everyone is making fun of the Hawkins family saga. The comments online are brutally damaging VIncent’s reputation.“Isn’t this the same family which sent their ex daughter-in-law to prison without proof?” One commenter wrote.“His elder son was a d*ck to everyone,” another post claims. “He tormented the office staff!”“I heard he was a pervert too.”“His ex had so much class!”“Troy goes to my school and we can tell he did not get along with his brother. Then again, his brother was a jacka** back in his day

The small room is filled with smoke and a strong scent of booze. Three men are huddled around a table, playing cards. They are all wearing similar denim blue jackets with cut up sleeves and each of them have a tattoo of chimeras on their arms. “F*ck!” One of the men hiss as he loses the round.“Pay up f*cker,” another man smugly grins. “Yer cheating!” Another gang member accuses.They start to argue among themselves. The men have been playing for hours and are completely stoned. They start another hand when there’s a knock on the door.“Pizza!” the voice of a female comes from behind the door. The men grin at each other.“Wanna drag this one inside?” A bulky man in his thirties smirks.“How old is she?”“Let’s find out. I prefer young ones.”A thin man with a goatee peeks through the door. The girl’s face is hidden under her oversized hat.“She looks like she’s got some muscles on her,” the man frowns.“A meaty one?” A short, stocky man exclaims. “Even better!”The man with the goat

Dr. Ronan is in his office, looking over at the charts. Ryder’s last report is concerning him. It seems that the damage is only becoming even more severe and without a transplant, it’ll be impossible to treat him with medicines.He picks up his phone and dials Ryder’s number but it’s switched off.“This kid is gonna get himself killed,” he mutters.“Why?”Startled, he looks up only to be shocked. A beautiful dark haired woman with striking blue eyes is standing there. With her intimidating aura and elegant demeanor, it’s not hard for Ronan to guess who she is. Also, he saw her picture in Ryder’s phone.“Scarlett D’arcy,” Ronan mutters. “Please, sit.”Scarlett slowly takes a seat and faces him. Her calculative gaze unnerves him.“How can I help you?” Ronan asks.“You know very well why I’m here,” Scarlett states. “So, let’s get it out of the way. What is wrong with Ryder?”“He’s perfectly fine-” Ronan says as he tries to hide the report but Scarlett reaches over and snatches the report

Elle is slowly brushing her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. She’s wearing a silky negligee which perfectly highlights her perky b*easts. Taking her silky hair, she carefully prepares herself for another torturous night with Vincent. After being with Hector for so long, she has learnt how to manipulate men. Vincent is no better than his son; he’s worse.But it doesn’t matter to her. Her eyes are still on Ryder.She’s in the room she now shares with Vincent. Outwardly, she’s looking like a doll. Her pale skin is glowing while her dark hair is swaying in the air. There’s a soft blush on her cheeks and she looks as angelic as ever.Inwardly, she’s in agony.“This is just for Ryder,” she tells herself. “Once Scarlett is dead, I’ll take him. I know he’ll forgive me…”They were in love once. It was a mad, passionate love. Surely, he’ll remember it?Beep!Her phone flashes a message. She takes it, expecting it to be from Vincent but it’s an email from an unknown sended. Frowning, she