All Chapters of Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V]: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[ S E R A P H I N E ] It's almost five in the afternoon. I'm done with my classes, and I feel like throwing up again. “Crap.” I grunt and massage my temples. I'm lying on my back, the faint blue and green lines around the ceiling almost worsening the nausea. My roommate is still nowhere to be found. Not that I'm worried. She's got classes until six every Monday. She won't be here until nine. On weekdays, she and her boyfriend study in the library until late, usually after having dinner together. I have enough privacy for another couple of hours at least. Thankfully. I sigh to myself, sitting on the edge of my bed. Alone again. Too anxious to sleep or eat. The constant, dreary patter against the windows doesn't really help my mood. My heart thuds against my ribs as I stare at the pink boxes next to me. I haven't even opened them yet. I'm still processing what I just did, and what I'm supposed to do right now. It shouldn't be hard at all. Or confusing. I'll just sit in the

[ S E R A P H I N E ]It's late. What's he even doing? I flump down on the bed, alone in my dim room, impatient and exhausted. Where is he? Is he okay? It's been two hours. The last messages I sent are still waiting for a response from Dominico. I'm not sure why he still hasn't returned any of my calls. Is he on his way back? Or he's still in that facility? Surely visiting hours are over. Why does Ignazio want him there? What the heck are they talking about? If he's snitched on them more than once? Dominico shouldn't be anywhere near that abusive creep. These days, it's just too risky. Someone like him shouldn't be seen in public. Nor does he need to pay his father a visit.I'm not sure what Ignazio needs from Dominico right now. I just know that ruthless criminal is planning something again. Possibly something big and heinous. Something evil. Just scheming to further his interests as always.“Ugh. Please be okay,” I murmur to no one but myself, resting my arms on my

[ S E R A P H I N E ] I'm skipping my class this morning. I'm too haggard, nauseated, sleep-deprived, and too stressed out to think about anything else but him. The sky stays a dingy gray and only a little bluish as I approach the front of Dominico’s house, my keys jangling in my pocket. I don't even wanna be here. I'm just gonna stay here all day in case he needs my help. Every five minutes or so, my brain pictures him all bloody and wounded, riddled with bullet holes, trapped in an old, abandoned warehouse somewhere... Shucks. I'm trying my best to push those thoughts aside. Can't let these dark thoughts win. But it's a challenge. Dominico's last text only says he left the detention facility, and that he's meeting someone. The lack of details eats at my peace of mind. I've tried calling him again. But, no luck. When a car pulls over just outside the gates, my heart jerks. The exhaust doesn't sound anything like the Maserati's, but it's familiar. I stand beside the locked

[ D O M I N I C O ] I'm not a father-to-be. I don't have a baby on the way. It's just some bullshit I thought he would take into consideration before making his next move. On paper, I'm still a single man. But Ricchar Falco doesn't seem to know. And I have Sephie to thank for keeping her end of the deal. I just lied to a future mob boss. I lied to his face. In his own territory. But it's no big deal. It doesn't have to be. I did it to protect Seraphine and my family. To make sure they don't get dragged into Pappa's shitty business deals. To give them a better future. A normal life. Or at least I think that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to be the hero my fake wife and my soon-to-be divorcée stepmother think I should be. As they say, “You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” I've tried going down that path. It's just not who I am. I can't be one of the villains. Turns out I still have a soul, despite everything. Although the idea of being a fathe

[ S E R A P H I N E ] It's almost seven in the evening. I'm standing right beside the halls, a few rows away from the noisy crowd, my cap and gown crisp and new. The ceremony is over. Finally. Time to take pictures. Time to mingle with friends and family. My parents are somewhere nearby. I think I hear my mom laughing with Alina. Daddy Raffy's probably outside and on his phone again with one of his needy patients. They were taking pictures with Victoria by the booths when I excused myself. They're probably gossiping about me and Dom. Or chatting about the event and the guest speaker who's an alumni and now a successful investment banker. Victoria's my nicest classmate and the new friend I've made just months ago. It's a day to remember. My special day. Yet my heart feels heavier. More hopeless. I massage my temple and take a deep breath. I just wanna get out of here. Go back to the hotel and pack the rest of my stuff. But I don't want my parents to notice my crappy mood.