All Chapters of The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I struggled to free myself from Alexander's grip, but his fingers only tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his anger and adrenaline fueling his strength. He dragged me through the dimly lit hallway. I stumbled, my heels catching on the edge of the stairs, but Alexander didn't slow down. He pulled me along, his eyes fixed on some point ahead, until we reached a small door tucked away behind a row of booths. He pushed the door open and pulled me inside, shutting it behind us with a loud bang.We were in a narrow cloakroom, the air thick with the smell of coats and stale air. The only light came from a flickering overhead bulb, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Alexander's eyes blazed with anger, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat as he turned to face me, his eyes burning with intensity."What the fuck do you think you were doing in there?!!" Alexander thundered, his

As Alexander pulled me into a dark hallway, I stumbled after him, my heart racing with confusion. Where were we going? What was happening? I couldn't decipher the direction we were heading, the darkness disorienting me. Suddenly, a door swung open, and the cold night air hit me like a slap in the face. I gasped, my eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness outside.We were in an alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. Alexander's grip on my hand tightened as he pulled me along, his pace swift and urgent. I struggled to keep up, my mind reeling with questions."Alexander, what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't respond, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. I followed his gaze, but saw nothing but the dark outline of buildings.We turned a corner, and a sleek black car came into view. Alexander yanked open the door and pushed me inside, following close behind. The door slammed shut behind us, envelopin

IVORY'S POVI strolled through the gardens, the warm sunlight casting a golden glow on the vibrant blooms. Claire walked beside me, her eyes shining with concern."Ivory, how are you holding up?" she asked, her voice gentle. "It's been two weeks since the attack. You must be feeling suffocated with all these guards around."Two weeks had passed since the attack, and my life had become a blur of guards and gates, safety protocols and surveillance. I rarely saw Alexander, and when I did, he was distant, his mind preoccupied with the aftermath.I miss him.I really do.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I miss Alexander. I miss our talks. Our incessant bickering. I feel like I'm losing myself in all this chaos."Claire's expression softened. "You're not alone, Ivory. We're all here for you. And Master Alexander...he's doing everything he can to keep you safe."I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I know. But it's hard, Claire. I feel like I'm living in a prison."Alexande

Ava's blunt question hit me like a slap, making me choke on the orange juice I was sipping. ''You had sex again, didn't you?'' she accused, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and annoyance. I almost spat out the juice, my eyes widening in surprise as I struggled to swallow. I shot her a withering glance, trying to convey a silent 'mind your own business' warning. But Ava just raised an eyebrow, her expression unrepentant. I huffed, taking a bite of my cookie to avoid responding, the crunch of the sweet treat a welcome distraction from the awkwardness."You need to stop reading me, you witch!" She let out a loud laugh and shook her head before walking away to hand the tray of cookies in her hands to one of her workers.I sat on one of the cozy seats nestled beside the window, the warm sunlight streaming in and casting a golden glow on the rustic wooden table in front of me. I had managed to convince Alexander to relent and let me visit Ava, despite his initial resistance and st

IVORY'S POVI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. Everything was blurry, and the room was spinning. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, making me lie back down. As my vision cleared, I realized I was on the floor, tied up with ropes. Panic set in as I frantically looked around the room. It was small and bland, with only a bed and a table. Where was I? How did I get here?Memories started flooding back - the bakery, Ava, the storage room... Oh God, I'd been kidnapped! And Ava, was she...?I looked around the room again, my heart racing. That's when I saw her, sprawled on the floor, unconscious and tied up just like me. Ava! Oh no, oh no, oh no...I struggled against the ropes, trying to break free, but they were too tight. I was trapped. We were both trapped. I tried to call out to Ava, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible.I looked around the room again, desperately searching for something, anything, that could help us escape. But the