All Chapters of The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next day, I was feeling so much better. Alexander made sure I rested properly yesterday without stressing myself. I practically slept the whole day, trying to regain my lost strength and weary muscles.Alexander wanted me stay in today and rest, but I refused with the excuse that I want to go and see Ava. But truthfully, I want to go and see her, it's been a while since I last saw her. After much persuasion, pleading, sulking face and a pouty lips, Alexander agreed but then I'd have to go with a lot of bodyguards which is not even a problem. They can crowd my space if they want, so far as I get to meet Ava. I've missed her so much.The drive to Ava's bakery was becoming unbearably long and boring, even when I tried to engage Jackson in a conversation, but I'd end up getting ignored or a curt nod as a reply. So much for being a sophisticated chief guard. He should loosen up a little.Immediately the car stopped in front of her bakery, I jumped out of the car and headed for the ent

I sat silently in the plush, leather-bound rear seat of the sleek, black Cadillac SUV, parked discreetly at the curb in front of Mr. Sebastian's grand, gated estate. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle purr of the air conditioning created a soothing background noise, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on the wait.For the past twenty minutes, I had been patiently sitting in the car, surrounded by the luxurious amenities of the SUV, including the soft glow of the dashboard lights and the sweet scent of the premium leather upholstery. Alexander had specifically asked me to wait for him inside the vehicle, and I had obliged, using the time to collect my thoughts and gaze out the tinted windows at the immaculately manicured lawn and the imposing facade of Mr. Sebastian's mansion.The silence was almost meditative, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird or the low small talks of the two bodyguards in front of the car. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, w

Clark immediately stood up from his seat and rushed to his mother. His arms wrapping around her back before giving her a questioning gaze.I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Theresa's distraught face and turned to Alexander, who sat beside me with his jaw clenched in a tight, rigid line. His eyes, normally bright and warm, were now dark and intense, his brow furrowed in concern. As I looked at him, he reached out and gently took my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine in a comforting grasp.Then, in a tender gesture, he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the back of my palm. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a surge of warmth and connection flow through me. His eyes never left mine as he kissed the back of my hand."What's going on?" I asked, my voice laced with concern, as I scanned the somber faces before me. "Why do you all look so upset?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued by the mix of sorrow and anger etched on their features.

I sat in the soft, supple black leather chair, its cushions conforming to my body, behind the large, polished mahogany table, its rich wood grain gleaming in the light. The table held a sleek, silver computer, a small, organized stack of files with colorful tabs, and a few crisp, white papers with neatly printed headings, all arranged with precision and care.I slowly leaned back in the chair, the soft creak of the leather accompanying my deliberate movement, and folded my hands over my chest, my fingers intertwining in a calm yet assertive gesture. My eyes narrowed slightly as I fixed a piercing gaze on the two figures standing before me, my eyebrows arching upward in a silent rebuke. My face set in a stern expression, I gave them a pointed, disapproving look, my lips compressing into a thin line, conveying a sense of quiet disappointment and subtle scolding.I let out a deep sigh, my voice laced with a monotone boredom, as I asked, "What happened this time?" My words dripped with a

As I stood in front of the mirror, my gaze drifted over my reflection, my eyes tracing the curves of the dress that hugged my body. I couldn't help but stare at the way the vibrant red fabric seemed to glow against my skin.The dress was a tiny, shiny thing, its short hem flirting with the tops of my thighs. The tiny straps sat high on my shoulders, leaving a vast expanse of skin bare. The satin-like material caught the light, accentuating every curve and contour of her figure.My eyes lingered on the way the dress cinched at my waist, emphasizing my narrowest point before flaring out slightly at the hips. I felt a thrill of excitement and confidence as I took in my reflection, the dress making me feel like a completely different person.I turned slightly to the side, watching as the light danced across the fabric, highlighting the subtle sheen of the material. The dress was daring, provocative, and utterly captivating. I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and allure as I gazed a