All Chapters of The Billionaire Mafia's Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It’s been a month since she came back into Daemon’s care. A week of fighting off the demons in her head because of that traumatic experience. Devon expected her husband to act like the way he is but to her gratefulness, he never left her side through the therapy sessions. He even took a week off in his schedule to be with her. Joffrey is still alive but is confined in the hospital due to so much blood loss. Her parents did not communicate with her and just sent back her luggage. But more than what happened to her in the hands of Joffrey, what exacerbated her mental pressure is the fact that Daemon is right all along. She did hide Emily. She planned their escape and now Emily is with Ariane whom she realized that it’s her friend that she trusted so much. She is born inside a mafia family and is married into one. Back then, she would not entrust her daughter to someone that is unreliable. “So the Farrows princess is back, I see. I thought you wanted to remember your daughter but why

They’ve begun looking for Ariane in the whole state but they didn’t find her. There’s no sign of her being in the state for the past two years either. “No…” Devon muttered to herself when she entered the run-down apartment that has been sitting rotten for the past years.According to her landlady, Ariane disappeared leaving no trace of his whereabouts. “How about a baby? Did you see her bringing a baby here?” Daemon asked while Devon was staring emptily at the sullen house. Knowing that her friend brought her child to this house is mentally abusing her. Where are you, Ariane? Where did you bring my Emily? Please come out now. Return her to me now.The landlady looked at them in confusion. “A baby? She doesn’t have a baby with her. Ariane is an orphan without any husband or boyfriend.”Devon clung to Daemon’s hand for support as her head spun in anxiety, her sweat shining against the soft features of her face. “No, it’s not her baby. It’s mine. I just entrusted my baby to her during

“Brian! Get out of your house! Brian!” Devon rattled the gate of his older brother to wake him up. It’s already one in the morning and everybody is already asleep but that didn’t stop her from driving into his house to confront him.She’s soaked in tears, anger, and desperation that she even felt like she could kill anyone that would impede her plan for tonight. “Brian! Face me! Now!” she shouted again when no one responded from inside the house. There are already guards running towards her with a gun.“Leave the premises woman or else we will shoot you!” warned the guard and aimed the gun at her.Devon only raised her chin towards them. “You dare to try to kill a Farrows?! Then shoot me! Shoot me now!”One of the guards took a long look at her and whispered to the other guard.“She’s Ms. Devon Farrows, the youngest daughter of Sir Gestoni and the wife of Daemon Druft. Put your gun down!”“But she’s already dead. Is she a ghost?”“Just put your gun down if you want us to live,” said

For the first time in her lifetime, Devon is smoking a cigarette while in deep thought. Now that she got all her memories back, she’s cruising down the memory lane.Looking back, her life seemed to be uneventful. Being the sheltered princess of the Farrows family, she experienced almost nothing in her adolescence. Thanks to that, she’s quite ignorant in dealing with more complicated emotions and situations.Now Daemon came into her life and suddenly, she’s been pushed into the real cruel world that treated her harshly. She’s been rejected, abused, almost killed, lost her child, forgot her own memories, almost raped. She’s experienced it all and it sucks. So much. “Can you light me up?”With an open mouth, she looked up to find Henry holding out a cigarette at her. She nodded and reached for the lighter by his side and gave it to him. He chuckled and sat beside her taking in the lighter and lighting up his cigarette at the same time. “I didn’t know you smoke,” he broke the awkward si

Devon cannot help but force herself not to smile when she walked into the living room of the mansion and found Daemon standing in the middle of it holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He looked so awkward holding the huge bundles of roses in his arms that she knew right then and there that this is maybe the first time he held them to give personally to a woman.She crossed their distance and cocked a brow at him. “Is this your way of making me yield on you?” “Do you want me to be honest?” he asked back.“Of course.”“Yes, that is one of the reasons why I’m doing this.”She rolled her eyes on him as disappointment set in. Is it really that hard to act like he really meant it for her? He saw the flowers and instantly remembered her? Compared to his daily routines as a mafia boss, lying should be peanuts to him.“You’re a jerk. No need to do this, Daemon. I told you already. I won’t leave.”Frustrated and annoyed, she turned to leave but he quickly grabbed her arm to stop her. “Bu