All Chapters of Love in Deceit: Mafia Boss's Enigmatic Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Fallon“Make yourself at home.” I turned around immediately after I said it.I feel so flustered, my neck and cheeks heating up. I could feel him bulldozing my back as he intensely stared. At some point, I forgot about the grocery and busied myself with the kids. Then I remembered.We haven’t eaten lunch yet.With a sigh, I turned around to help with the grocery. He followed me inside with wary steps, reasonably so. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this.But I did. And here I am, cooking a meal for four. I let Jett watch Sebby and Regine while I prepare our lunch. Ironically, I imagined us as a family. I imagined this many times before. To see it happen is a dream come true. But it’s only foolish thinking. We’d never be a family together. The world is not kind to us like that.I smiled bitterly.Sebby’s hearty giggles followed by his deep laugh would make my heart skip a beat every time I hear it. I could tell they were having a fun time.Subconsciously, the corners of my eyes wa

Jett Ever since I was young, I’ve realized life was a fragile, puny thing, a pathetic concept of the universe; to create brilliant minds and squish them into small bodies, fragments of a bigger cosmos. I learned from somewhere that humans only scratch the surface of the brilliance of their brains and there was a reason for that.However, as I grew older, the reason slipped out of my mind.I liked to think as I grew older and my care for the world slowly vanished, I started to use smaller and smaller portions of my brain. Despite this, I was still a lot smarter than the rest.My fascination for the universe vanished along with it as I learned the cruelty of this small planet. The people that walked the earth were so much more disgusting and barbaric than aliens.The first time I witnessed someone pull the trigger and the blood splattered on my face, my view of the world darkened.Of course, who else could ruin a child’s brightness and aspirations in life? Their father.My father was t

[Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, abortion, and depression. Please skip if you feel uncomfortable.]Fallon“It’s been two days since he woke up.”I crossed my arms over my chest, watching Sebby’s sleeping form. His parched lips remained shut and his under-eye bags the darkest they’ve ever been; he’s not getting any better.From beside me, Matt continued, “Michael is worried at home. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore. Sebby…his condition isn’t looking good.”“I know.” My voice was barely audible.“The doctors are doing the best they can to figure out what’s happening to him. He’ll be better in no time. I’m sure.”“Jess…” he trailed off and sighed.“We knew this was not a common cold. And… we knew this was coming. He always had a weak immune system and sporadic breath shortages. Let’s tell the doctors, Jess.”I sharply turned to him, irritated. “Tell them what?”He softly stared at me, despite my narrowed eyes. He quietly answered.“Tell them… your attempt to abort Sebby. And you

FallonSebby was isolated for a few weeks and every day was difficult.I’d hear him coughing violently and crying for the pain, and my heart would ache. We were allowed to visit at limited times only and only if we wore proper gear; masks, hospital gowns, and gloves. I tried to understand their strict policies, because my son was, after all, not carrying any other illness. It was pneumonia. And it was contagious.During those hard times, Jett never left my side. And in those times together, we had small talks. About everything.I discovered he’s been seeing a therapist and getting therapy after getting diagnosed with PTSD. I also shared my clinically diagnosed illness, depression. He shared how he lived the past years—jumping from one country to another, slowly but surely shrugging the Interpol off his tracks and his constant temptations to turn to drug abuse during his darkest times. I could only imagine how heavy of a toll the events took on him.I felt relieved he was getting treat

In his condo unit, a young man’s eyes remained glued to the screen as he surfed through the deep web. He clicked around the site for a while before finally landing on the aircraft black market.“Found you,” he muttered under his breath. He stared at the black private jet, the same model that was confiscated by the government from the Rios’ large hangar of planes. “What’s that?”Suddenly asked the woman from beside him. Her voluminous auburn curls bobbed up as she leaned closer to look at the monitor. Fox, surprised, turned the laptop away from her. The woman pouted.“I’m your girlfriend. Can’t I see what’s keeping you preoccupied?”“I-It’s work, babe,” he reasoned and moved away.“This will be done soon, promise.”The woman fell quiet, understanding how confidential his work should be. The ginger lady knows how dangerous the things he does are. So, she kept quiet and observed as Fox typed away. Honestly, she immediately recognized the dark web and saw him about to buy a jet worth mil