All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Innocent Love: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

REBECCA"I didn't imply that," Lynda's reply held a hint of defensiveness. As the conversation twisted, Brayden interjected, injecting a new layer of reality. "Technically, it's not yet legally binding. Formal paperwork needs signing, and there were no witnesses," he explained matter-of-factly. Artemy's irritation escalated, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Excuse me?" His growl was potent. "The legality necessitates documentation, and you lacked witnesses to validate the union," Damian clarified, his voice adding gravity to the situation. Lynda, seemingly nervous, fidgeted with her lips, a gesture that didn't go un

REBECCATrembling, my hands sought stability as I drew in deep breaths. "So, the concept of innocence is irrelevant to you. You're driven solely by your wants and the actions required to achieve them. Could that render me a villainous figure? Conceivably. Do I possess concern? None whatsoever. However, does your opinion matter to me? In that regard, yes." A shaky hand reached for my lips as I shook my head, struggling to articulate my thoughts. His chuckle rumbled low, his hurt palpable when my voice faltered. "Go on. Say it, Rebecca. I'm a fiend. Your spouse is a executioner," he provoked. Once again, I denied his assertion with a shake of my head. 

REBECCAAs the waves of contractions surged through me once more, their intensity shattered any semblance of control I had. My stifled cry transformed into a resounding bellow, my fingers clenching around Artemy's hand, the agony carving its mark into every fiber of my being. It dawned on me that I might have been squeezing his hand with an almost superhuman force, perhaps even to the point of inflicting pain upon him. I caught glimpses of his wincing reaction, a testament to my unintentional grip. Amidst this haze of pain, a fresh surge of agony emanated from my lower abdomen, as if my very core threatened to rupture at any moment. The searing discomfort triggered another exclamation, this time a mix of "Ouch" and a prolonged "Ahhhh," the raw anguish pushing me i

REBECCAMy awakening was accompanied by a haze, my head feeling drowsy. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, attempting to adjust to the dimness of the room that enveloped me. Amidst the shadows, a solitary lamp cast a gentle glow, revealing a scene that unfolded as my vision cleared. Artemy was seated on the couch beside my bed, his presence not alone, though. Cradled in his arms was Princess, nestled comfortably upon his chest. One of his hands gently supported her head, while the other held her securely at her lower back. Her adorable round cheek rested against his chest, her serene slumber undisturbed. A peaceful tranquility seemed to encapsulate them both. 

REBECCAI roused from slumber to find the expanse of the bed empty beside me, an unexpected void that jolted me into alertness. Swiftly, I elevated myself into a sitting position, my eyes grappling with the persistent morning radiance as I blinked away the remnants of sleep. Emerging from the covers, I navigated my way toward the crib stationed nearby, only to discover it vacant, devoid of the presence I anticipated. My recollection painted a picture of Artemy embarking on his early morning ritual to tend to Cevia. Had they not returned to the comfort of our shared sanctuary? While enveloping myself in a robe, I embarked on a trajectory towards the bathroom, swiftly tending to the ritual of dental hygiene and facial invigoration. With my hair haphazardly ensnared