All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Innocent Love: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

REBECCAThe truth of my deeds weighed heavily upon me, a burden I could no longer deny. The agony of Raffaele's suffering, the starkness of my own actions, engulfed me in a tempest of emotions that seemed unending. "I understand. Your courage within those walls was truly remarkable, almost ethereal, like a vengeful angel," he whispered. "My admiration and pride for you know no bounds." A sense of dizziness washed over me, causing me to lean into Artemy for support as my energy waned. "I never wished for you to witness his state like this. I comprehend your desire to bring him to his end, Angel. Yet, the aftermath of such an act is something you might find difficult to bear," Artemy spoke, his voic

REBECCAMy shoulders slumped under the weight of his words, and I exhaled sharply, feeling his warmth withdraw as he pulled away. Against the door, I remained rooted, my eyes fixed on him, absorbing his presence. "You both are meant for each other," he continued, his voice a soothing balm in the tumult of emotions. "I'm genuinely elated that Artemy discovered you—" He paused, his eyes gleaming mischievously, a spark of playfulness igniting within them. "Or perhaps it was you who stumbled upon him." A playful wink, a fleeting moment, and memories resurfaced, memories of the time I first crossed paths with Artemy. He was right. It was me who found him, the inception of it all within the confin

ARTEMYBernadette affectionately ruffled his hair, offering him a tender smile. In that fleeting instant, I recognized that her smile was reserved exclusively for him. "He's under my protection, my tutelage,"  Bernadette clarified. "Once he's ready, I'll send him to you. He'll be flawless, I assure you." Brayden, Leon, and Avim exchanged surprised glances, yet none dared to voice their thoughts. Shifting her focus to Raffaele,  advanced purposefully. "Remember him? Three years ago, you annihilated his family. You left him scarred. His survival was not part of your plan." Raffaele's eyes widened as he scrutinized the youn

REBECCAHe stood before me, his back turned, aware of my entrance yet immobile. His hands pressed against the cool bathroom walls, his head bowed in quiet torment. The shirt he wore earlier was discarded, damp patches the telltale signs of something amiss. My eyes traced the water cascading around him, rivulets carving paths through his skin. Stripping off my dress, it pooled on the floor, my gaze then drawn to his abandoned shirt – black, a hue that seemed synonymous with him. My lips moistened involuntarily as I noticed the dampness, though not of water. I couldn't discern the color, but a sinking realization painted a vivid image in my mind: blood. Surprisingly, di

ARTEMYI descended the stairs, finding Brayden and Avim waiting for me on the landing. Their expressions were laden with contemplation, mirroring my own anticipation.  With a nod in their direction, I proceeded towards the basement, their presence close on my heels. "They've lost a significant amount of blood," Brayden's voice joined me as he walked alongside. "It's inconsequential," I retorted sharply. The idea of their demise stirred a tempest in my mind. My desire for their suffering grew more intense, a craving to see them bleed and writhe in agony. "It's doubtful they'll live through the day," I concluded, punctuating my