All Chapters of The Mafia's Wild Flower: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

After the long 13-hour flight, they stopped at a restaurant in the country. Rosette stayed mostly quiet, feeling tired, while Khein tried talking now and then. But Amanda was like a snob, constantly complaining and making mean comments about Rosette.Khein didn't really show any care for Rosette. He acted like he didn't want to talk or be around her. He made sure to keep his distance and acted all cold, like he didn't care about anything. It hurts to admit it, but Rosette felt humiliated by his treatment towards her. She felt like she's the most unlikable person in the world because he shows no interest talking to her. Not that she want to engage in a conversation with him. No, not like that.Amanda kept going on and on about how things should be done and how Rosette was doing things all wrong. How bothersome she was for inserting herself in between them.Khein didn't say much, just nodded along with Amanda's words. Rosette felt hurt and tired but chose to stay quiet and let them talk.

Rosette's POVI found myself sitting in the passenger seat of his car once again. The eerie silence that envelope us was enough to suffocate someone, yet it did the opposite for me. I found the silence around us eerily calming. Perhaps, it's because I didn't want to talk to him.On the other hand, I felt like it was beginning to disturb him. The silence and tension was just so thick, and I can't blame him if he finds it awkward.But I don't care. At all.When we reached his house, I made my way upstairs to the regal-like room. It was as if it was specifically designed for a certain someone. It was built in this way for an important person.I suddenly felt like I was invading a personal space. Surely, Khein built this room for his woman. He probably wanted the best for her and wants to treat her like a queen.Bitterness seeped through me as I let out a scoff. So, what? I can also provide myself with a wonderful room like this. My father even gifted my mother a real castle. We can liter

It's been over a week since that confrontation with him. I haven't seen him since then.Lost in the room he'd offered, I found solace within its four walls, hesitant to disturb anything. The allure of the items within was undeniable, yet my hands trembled, refraining from daring to touch any of them. I dreaded his potential reaction, anticipating his disapproval should I even graze a possession that wasn't mine.What he said that day still confuses me. He said he'd get me everything I want if I ask him, but at the same time, forbid me from having them. He was so unpredictable and indecisive. I can't honestly read through him. His actions have a different meaning to his words, and it's giving me a huge headache.As I gazed up at my reflection through the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to this room. Its ambiance, its very essence, seemed to align so perfectly with the vision I once held for my ideal bedroom. The mirror overhead reflected back a softened

Chapter 100 Khein had been occupying my room for the past two days. Despite the clear signs of discomfort and a feeble attempt to protest, the weight of his lethargic body and my persistent nagging kept him confined to the bed. It wasn't as if he genuinely desired to leave; it was merely an excuse, and I could sense it without anyone explicitly telling me. It was just his way of avoiding acknowledgment. But, truth be told, it wasn't a big deal for me. If anything, it provided an opportunity to repay him for letting me stay in his house temporarily. The dynamics of our arrangement had shifted, and in the quietude of my room, there was an unspoken understanding that transcended the complexities of our relationship. His fever, however, was a cause for concern. It wasn't just your run-of-the-mill fever; it was quite severe. I marveled at how he managed to get up at all, considering the intensity of his fever. The past few days had seen him battling through, and it left me questioning th

Chapter 102I watched him through the window of my room as he walked towards his car, his hand fumbling for the keys in his pocket. The image of what had transpired earlier replayed in my mind, leaving me utterly baffled. Speechless would be an understatement. Why would he choose to share an intimate moment like that just before going to pick up his girlfriend? And, more bewilderingly, why had I allowed him to do so? In that moment, I felt like I was not only disrespecting the other woman's feelings but also making myself out to be a fool. I berated myself mentally, feeling stupid, insensitive, and, in my own eyes, a total fool.The internal disgust I felt was palpable, an overwhelming wave of self-loathing crashing over me. The realization of my own actions weighed heavily on my conscience, and I grappled with the consequences of my lapse in judgment. The conflict within me intensified as I questioned my motives and allowed guilt to seep into the very core of my being. What had posse