All Chapters of The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IVORYAs I was slowly drifting into the peaceful realm of sleep, a sudden and irritating noise pierced through the silence. "Grrrrrrrrrhhh," it groaned incessantly, assaulting my ears. Annoyed and drowsy, I reached out my hand towards the table next to my bed in an attempt to silence the obnoxious alarm. I couldn't help but wonder, why did it have to disrupt my newfound bliss at this very moment?"Arise and shine Ivory, you're not going to sleep the whole day, will you huh?". I groaned inwardly, hearing the voice of my best friend Ava."Why can't I just have a peaceful sleep, even just for once?". In a sleepy tone, I expressed my frustration, questioning why I couldn't experience a single night of undisturbed sleep. However, my tranquility was abruptly interrupted as she pulled open the curtains, causing me to instinctively close my eyes tightly due to the blinding rays of the morning sun flooding into the room."Uhhm...you might want to rethink that if you know what the time is right

The following morning, I woke up at exactly 7:00 am. I'm supposed to be at the restaurant by 8:00 am. I don't want to be late on my first day at work. After taking my bath, I wore a black denim jeans, a white shirt and then a white shoe. I packed my blonde hair up in a ponytail. I got my hair colour from my mom and then my hazel eyes from my dad. I've always thought I looked like my mom but Ava always tells me that I am a carbon copy of my dad which I don't really believe. I became emotional again at the thought of my parents, losing them the way I did would always be traumatic for me."Hmmm... I don't look bad", I said while staring at my reflection in the mirror. Hastily, I reached for a pancake and gently applied a small amount to my face, aiming to enhance its radiance. Adding a touch of lip gloss for a subtle glow, I acknowledged that I wasn't accustomed to wearing makeup. However, Ava, a firm believer in it, always insisted on its presence on my face.'It makes you look more a

AlexanderI positioned myself on the edge of my bed, leisurely gazing through the glass pane of my bedroom window. In my hand, I held a tumbler filled with the exquisite amber liquid of bourbon. Suddenly, amidst this serene moment, a distinct knock resonated at my door."Who's that?," I asked, my voice coming out raspy."It's me sir, Master Clark is here to see you", I heard the tiny voice of my personal maid from outside the door.I couldn't help but smirk upon hearing the information. So he'd come to see me after seven hours of calling off our friendship over the minor argument we had this morning. "Let him in". I dropped my glass on the center table and stood up to face the door. The door suddenly bursts open and Clark came inside. I looked at him directly and said, "What is a stranger doing in my house?". He looked at me surprisingly."Oh, c'mon Alex, don't be like this...I literally said that out of anger and the flare of the moment". He tried to come close and touch me but I st

Leaning against the balustrade glass in my balcony, with a glass of tequila in my hand. The morning breeze was cool and soothing to the body. I looked down at my house keeper who was busy trimming the overgrown flowers in the garden with extreme care. I heard the door of my room opening and closing and I turned around to see my personal maid, Claire, standing some feet away from me with her head lowered a bit.Claire became my personal maid two years ago, after her parents were killed by my father's rivalry. Her dad was my father's driver before he died. My father offered a job to work for me while she was still in campus. She graduated three months ago. She's too quiet, shy and timid for my liking but I guess that's her nature. "What is it, Claire?", I sighed taking a sip from my drink and relinquishing the taste as the liquid scurried down my throat."Your suit just arrived, Master Alex. It's on your bed", she uttered with her head still lowered to the floor. I raised an eyebrow a

AlexanderI sat still on my sit, glancing around the VIP section taking in the cliche and exquisite design of the restaurant. The soft glow of chandeliers danced off the polished marble floors, while plush velvet chairs surrounded elegant mahogany tables. Intricately designed artworks adorned the walls, and the aroma of fresh flowers permeated the air. The soothing music created an atmosphere of sophistication and tranquility. Every detail was meticulously thought out, creating a luminous and inviting ambiance. I've never been to this restaurant ever since it was established five years ago. All I know was that it was built in my name and given to Clark's father to manage."Alex?", I was drawled out of my thoughts when I heard my father calling my name. I looked up at him to see him gritting and glaring at me."Sorry, what were you saying?", I said sitting upright and clearing my voice at the same time."This is Mr Pedro. He's a well known business man from France. And Pedro my friend