All Chapters of The Billionaire Mafia's Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She still can’t sleep despite counting sheep from one to a thousand. Her mind is busy trying to recall the rest of that memory. Was that all? But it feels like there is still more from it. It doesn’t just end there while they locked eyes. She slowly slid out of Daemon’s embrace and stood up from the bed to the bathroom to splash herself some water in hopes that that would clear her mind in order to remember the memories but that didn’t help either. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. An image of a disturbed woman in messy hair stared back. “When would I remember it all?”She fell into a deep pensive thought that she didn’t realize Daemon was already with her until he hugged her from behind and buried his face on the crook of her neck. “You’re thinking again. Come on, let’s go back.”But none of them moved. He continued raining kisses on her neck while she gazed at his face in the mirror. She never saw him this needy. This Daemon is so far from the image she had of him durin

The time after their argument has been a total chaos for her. She can’t sleep for most of the night thinking about what she should have or shouldn’t have said, replaying their banter over and over again in her head.She admitted that she’s been too harsh, even imposing towards him when it’s evident that he, too, has been fighting his demons. She forced herself on him, to open up, which is not advisable given the nature of Daemon’s attitude. “Oh crap. I think I just made our relationship even worse.”Palming her face in frustration, she stood up from the bed and walked out of her room. She stopped and glanced at the other door. Daemon has gone out somewhere. She saw his car sped away after their little confrontation.Sighing, she went downstairs to pick out some beers and then proceeded to the yard to think. “Why do I have to make it more complicated?” she whispered to herself regretting what she said. For some reason, she took pity on the man who didn't need the least of it. “You h

“Daemon would really kill me if he finds us out.” Henry cleared his throat and gripped the steering wheel tightly when a group of armed men passed by their car. “Shit! He’s going to roast me alive!”Devon just ignored his whining while sitting silently in the car, arms crossed together waiting for her parents to come out of the restaurant. She literally begged Henry to accompany her outside to the mall and then tricked him to tail her parents that she accidentally saw on the way. She could have just walked out the car and approached them to announce to them that their daughter is not dead but the old creepy old man they’re talking to inside stops her from doing so. Looking at his lopsided grin tells her he’s a nasty evil guy. “Why have you become like this? You’re not like this Devon. You’re a sweet little obedient wife of Daemon so can you just be that sweetheart again so that we can go back now.”“Just shut up!” she hissed at him. “Don’t be such a pussy! Where did all your testoste

“Sandra? Sandra, where is Devon? Where is my daughter?” A desperate voice took over the dismissing tone of her father. That’s her mother’s voice, Melena. She recognized her soft voice during the party when she first met her. “She’s outside, ma’am.”“Really?! Come on, Gestoni. Hurry! Our daughter has come back.”Devon stood there outside the gate waiting for her mother to emerge from the humongous door, ran to her to hug her. On the way, she'd imagined it would be. Her mother’s reaction is normal. What she didn’t expect is Gestoni’s reaction.Surely, no matter how big the rift between them, he’ll not dismiss the possibility of his daughter being alive. Won’t you get even just a bit hopeful? Won’t you go out like your wife to verify?“Devon!” Melena yelled in a mixture of hope and desperation.“Devon…” she covered her mouth in a mix of shock and happiness while slowly walking towards her, her voice trembling, her tears began to fall. “Devon, my daughter.”She pulled her into her a

“No, I’m not going to marry Joffrey.”Gestoni’s stony face even transformed into a more formidable presence. His eyes narrow into a menacing glare at his daughter who stood there in front, seeming too fearless and too proud for her own sake. “And why is that?” he asked, controlling his anger by gulping down the remaining liquid on his glass. “I just don’t want to,” Devon answered coolly but in reality, her knees could break off with her thigh bones at any moment. “Not because you don’t want to divorce Daemon?!” his voice thundered across his vast home study. “What?” Devon exclaimed by his absurd insinuation “Why do you have to always associate men in my life as they’re the sole reasons for my decisions? I am my own person. I don’t want to marry Joffrey because he is a stinking old man who is old enough to be my grandfather. He can fuck his own self and then dig his own grave afterwards!”Gestoni stood up abruptly and threw the glass on the wall in anger. “Shut your mouth, young la