All Chapters of Love in Deceit: Mafia Boss's Enigmatic Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JettI traveled around the world for the past two years. Aside from running away from Interpol, I’ve also been looking for her. And a desperate attempt at it, too. But I’ve gotten nowhere, with little to no leads of her. It’s been two long, grueling years of loneliness and grief. The memory of my brothers and I in the mansion laughing rowdily is but a distant memory. We’ve all gone our different ways and they’ve started their new lives, yet here I am still living in the past.I loosened my tie as I looked down on the grave, the sky mourning my loss with a faint drizzle and heavy clouds. I read the name on the tomb.Ross Leighton.With a sigh, I sat down in front of him and pulled out the canned beer from my plastic bag. I started, “How’s it going up there, man? You better not be giving God a headache.”The canned beer fizzled as it opened, its content reinvigorating and refreshing to my throat.“Your daughter’s in 2nd grade now. Although Niamh probably already told you that… I’m just

FallonThe period of peace did not last long.One winter morning, which I thought would pass quietly, I received a call from our local landline. The crimson telephone that hung on our kitchen door rang with a volume so startling I dropped my knit sticks in surprise. My heart immediately hammered; my mind theorized and calculated the number of people who can contact our landline, and why they would. I don’t have a cellphone which makes the landline my main contacting method, but it isn’t often that people have to contact me—Jess Danbury.The first person that came to mind was Matt. Though, what would he need? I figured the best course of action to take was to pick it up and find out once and for all. My wary eyes checked the perimeter of the house from the window. Nothing disturbing.“Hallo?”[Jess?] A male; with a level-toned voice. [Are you free right now? It’s me, Matt.]I slowly exhaled. It’s Matt. Nobody else.“Matt, of course. What’s up?”[Do you remember Lylia? The teacher at Mi

JettMy feet moved before I made up my mind. I’ve seen enough.This was a first—the first time I didn’t know what to do. The first time I faced a wall. No…I didn’t. I knew what I had to do. I just didn’t have the balls to do it. I could see past the wall. I just couldn’t take the first step towards it. What made me lose the courage? I knew that was my child.But something inside me, the better, rational, and sane part of me thought… what if that child had a different father with them? What if she has a family of her own?What if… I’m not needed here?It was frightening. To know my position has already been replaced. And to a better man, as well.My Fallon will choose a better man than me, surely. She’ll choose a reputable and nice man with a clean name.Not a worldwide fugitive.Not an asshole whose only idea of romance is carnal desire. Not an alcoholic. Not someone like me.And so, I quietly retreated. My head hung low, in silent defeat.I wasted that night away in a loud club, quie

FallonI did not know how to respond.I was beyond stunned.My thoughts were scattered and I was too taken aback. As an agent, trained to keep her composure, especially in dire situations like this, it’s embarrassing to be so all over the place. But that’s only because it’s Jett. Jett fucking Rios. The only person in my life who managed to fuck with my mind so many times. The only one that can shake me.And it seems…I have the same effect on him.She said I helped him recognize his pain. He had been numb and indifferent to it all along and now after seeing me, it all came crashing down to him. Like all the pain he’d been containing inside him was unchained, unbound, freed. And now he freely grieves. It did not make me feel good for being the catalyst for his suffering, but it didn’t exactly make me feel bad either.I remembered the first and last time I saw him so utterly wrecked and broken was in my arms. When his father figure died the same woman that comforted him was the cause of

He left.Turned back and left, without so much as a hesitant step or a glance behind him. That was it, then? I sat there agape and stunned, blindly scouring for a coherent emotion among all the other scattered and vague feelings that swirled in my mind and heart at that time.He’s unbelievable. He’s just gonna leave it at that? Then again, what else is there to say?We had a long (dark) history together but none of those are worth mentioning as they all leave a bitter memory. Looking back, I was mostly acting in front of him…except for those times I buckled and admitted my true feelings…but other than those, all I thought of was work. Guess it was me who should be saying stuff, huh? I should…apologize. But I can’t now, after telling him to flee this place.I stayed longer in the park until I felt the morning dew and the sky slowly lighting up. People started appearing for their early jobs or morning jogs. I had not slept that night, nor the night after. I remained to drown in my thoug