All Chapters of The Mafia's Wild Flower: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

“Alright, let’s settle already!” Xaire cheered, lifting the mood. “The food must be waiting for us.”Xavier's hand instinctively wrapped around Margarette’s small waist. Even after decades together, he never lost his interest and love for Margarette, his Wildflower. With four kids, his top priority remained his wife, the one who continued to brighten his world. While he loved his children dearly, he knew they would eventually create their own families, but he and Margarette would be each other’s constants for the rest of their lives.Xieb smiled and nodded at his father as they settled at the table.“Good evening, ma’am, sir,” Khein formally greeted, bowing his head in respect.Margarette gasped, her eyes filled with anticipation, while Xavier offered Khein a firm nod of acknowledgment.“You must be that boy, right?” Margarette asked, her eyes twinkling. “You’re Rosey’s boyfriend, aren’t you?”Khein flashed a shy smile as he blushed. There was no doubt that this woman was Rosette’s mo

Chapter 124THE WEDDING—FINALE!The air in the dressing room buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. Rosette, in her stunning wedding gown, stood surrounded by an air of anticipation. As she glanced into the mirror, her mother, Margarette, approached with a warm smile.Margarette delicately adjusted a few strands of Rosette's hair, her eyes reflecting a mix of maternal pride and sentimentality. "You look absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart," she said, her voice filled with a mother's tenderness.Rosette took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. "Mom, I can't believe this day is finally here."Margarette enveloped Rosette in a gentle embrace, sharing a mother-daughter moment that transcended words. "You've grown into a remarkable woman, Rosette. Khein is a lucky man."As they held each other, Rosette's father, Xavier, entered the room. There was a distinct mixture of sternness and vulnerability in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of this day.

I slowly opened my eyes as I heard hushed voices around me. My body felt sore and heavy despite the soft and comforting mattress I was laying in. My head was spinning and my throat seemed to be sore and raspy when I tried voicing out my thoughts.The first thing that caught my eyes as soon as I woke up was the mirror ceiling right through the bed. I stared at my own reflection. My body seemed to have lost a lot of weight the following days. My cheeks were almost hollowed and my cheekbones were awfully sowing. My green eyes seemed to have lost its color, and my usual short, blonde hair has grown so long and thick.I can’t move nor speak. Questions filled my head, but I couldn’t find the energy to speak out loud. At that moment, I just wished to sleep again and never wake up. It was as if I have lost all my motivation to continue living, which was pretty odd. Because why would I think of such a thing? I am a very positive person, and to think that I didn’t want to live anymore felt so g

It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl

I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g