All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Innocent Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Artemy“Who is she?”  That was the first thing Damian asked when he walked into my office. I knew who he was talking about, but I ignored his question. I was standing on the top of the stairs when Damian and Howard made their first appearance. I saw Rebecca freeze from a distance. My first instinct was to go to her. And I did…without a second thought.  But I realized too late what I had done.  “Artemy, I asked you a question,” Damian growled.  “And I chose to ignore it. Now, can we discuss why you are here?”  My head snapped up when he slamm

Rebecca“Rebecca, what are you talking about?” Artemy asked. He was panicking, scared about what my words meant, while I was breaking inside.  “I wanted to believe you were different,” I whispered hoarsely, hating how my voice broke over those words. I hated how much power Artemy had over me. He was my peace, my strength, but he was also my weakness. He had the power to break me.  And that was exactly what he did.  After putting my heart together, after giving me hope, he took it all away, leaving me empty and broken again.  “I thought you were different,” I continued in the same small voice. It was true I knew

RebeccaThe next morning was filled with tension and anxiety. My stomach twisted dangerously, and my heart was constantly aching. Stepping out of our bedroom, I saw Brayden walking around the corner. His steps faltered at the sight of me.  Giving me a nod, he walked closer. “You should have let Artemy explain,” he stated curtly without any greeting.  “I heard what I needed to know. Nothing he would say can change the truth,” I replied, holding his cold eyes, and they burned into mine.  He shook his head. “And that’s where you are wrong. Let him explain, and you’ll understand.”  “He hurt me,&rdq

RebeccaI was dreading opening my eyes. Falling asleep last night without Artemy was painful. I had to take my sleeping pills, just in case my nightmares came back.  In the back of my mind, I had this annoying voice whispering to me that it was my fault. But the other voice fought back, telling me I needed time to think.  Holding the other pillow to my chest, I burrowed deeper under the comforter with a sigh before opening my eyes. But I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape at the sight in front of me.  “Artemy,” I breathed, my eyes fixated on his sleeping form.  Shoving the purple comforter from

RebeccaArtemy’s eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. “No. Don’t—” But his flowing words were stopped by my finger pressed over his lips.  “No, listen to me, Artemy. Please, just let me get this out, okay?”  He sighed and gave me a sharp nod, his fingers digging into my hips. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I was angry and hurt, and I wanted you to hurt. I’m still angry and hurt from what you did, but I can’t hurt you. It torments me to think that you were in pain because of me.”  Artemy made a strangling sound. He brought his hand up his face and placed it over mine. I looked at his stunning face, my heart thumping at how beautiful he