All Chapters of The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stormed out of the VIP premises without looking back. The anger inside me still a raging storm and I desperately needed to calm it down. If I could find a knife, I'll surely stab Alexander repeatedly with it. That ingrate and arrogant asshole! He'll surely get it hot from me. That is a solemn promise. The loud music immediately blasted my ears as I stepped into the crowdy arena, the stench of alcohol and sweats filled my nostrils. I scrunched my nose up a little as I tried to maneuver my way through the dancing and drunk folks. I glanced towards the less crowdy bar and made a run for it. I needed to calm my insides down with something liquid, even if it's water. I plopped myself down on one of the seats and huffed out annoyingly. "Water please," I muttered lowly when the bartender came back to me with a flashy smile on his face. I gave him a once over look, taking in his handsome features and lean figure. "Just water?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I replied him with a shrug

I didn't know how long I was in his arms, but I know it was long enough for my legs to start aching me. I slowly disengaged from his body, his black vest wet with my tears and slightly rumpled because of the way I've been gripping it.I sniffled and slowly lowered myself onto the bed. The headache I was feeling was now ten times worse. I think I could really use a pill now.Alexander slowly bent down to meet eyes. He studied me for a few seconds while I struggled to avoid his gaze. My face was flushed. I can't believe I really cried in his arms.Alexander mildly took my hand in his and briefly rubbed the back of my palms."My feisty little Angel cried in my arms. I just want you you to know that I'd never intentionally put you harms way. Heavens, I would never do that to you. You're way too precious." He caressed my cheeks, and I instinctively shut my eyes leaning into his palm."I'd send Claire to you. You just have to freshen up and have a proper rest. Or if you can't take your bath

My heart skipped a beat as Ava and I both turned to each other, our eyes widened in shock. Was that really a gunshot? In this peaceful mansion?Without saying a word, we both stood up and scanned the surrounding area, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. The once serene garden now felt unsettling, the birds chirping had ceased and an eerie silence hung in the air.I felt a surge of fear grip my heart as my mind raced with a million possibilities. Was someone hurt? Was there danger nearby? My thoughts were interrupted by Ava’s voice, filled with concern.“Did you hear that?” she whispered, her eyes searching mine for answers.I nodded, unable to find my voice. Together, we cautiously made our way towards the front of the house, following the direction of the noise. The adrenaline pumping through my veins made each step feel heavier than the last.As we reached the edge of the garden, we noticed about seven guards gathered near the main entrance, their voices hushed and tense. My

IVORYAs I listened to the words coming out of Alexander's mouth, my heart skipped a beat. His grandfather was coming over, and we had to pretend to be in love. It felt like a punch in the gut, a sudden wave of panic washing over me. He even has a grandfather?And pretending to be in love? It sounded like something straight out of a cheesy rom-com, not my idea of a relaxing evening. But I couldn't exactly say no, could I? It was his family, after all. It's been a week since my allergy incident. A full week of less drama, less Alexander and less mafia antics. It's been peaceful so far, but I don't think this peace is going to last long. Obviously. Ava's father was buried four days ago at the cemetery. Ava as expected, is still grieving his death. I try as much as I can to always check up on her and cheer her out of her grief."But, why are you just telling me this today?""It was impromptu. I was also told today that he is visiting. He wants to see you...to see my wife." My eyes imme

"So, tell me, how did you two meet?" Grandfather asked, a knowing smile appearing on his face. I glanced over at Alexander, unsure of what lie he was going to come up with. But before he could respond, I blurted out, "We met at a cafe downtown." At the same time, Alexander said, "We met at the bar near my office." We both looked at each other in surprise, realizing that our stories didn't match up. Grandfather raised an eyebrow, amused by our confusion. "Which is it then?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, knowing that he had caught us in our little charade. But instead of faltering, I decided to play along. "Well, we met at the cafe first, but we really got to know each other at the bar," I said with a wink, hoping to smooth over the situation. Grandfather chuckled, nodding in approval. "Ah, young love. It's a beautiful thing." I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he seemed to be buying our story. I took a sip of my juice and