All Chapters of Sold to the Mafia and Gives birth to Sextuplets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1Mr Wood was in the ambulance, he was rushed to the hospital in a haste, he developed an heart attack immediately, he saw that his debt was increase by fifty percent, he was a rich man but became suddenly poor because his wife, Mrs Wood and her daughter Layla were living a luxury life, his second Chloe Wood lost her mother at birth, she has been the only daughter caring for her father after he ran into debt, her dream was to be a nurse, she search for a job so she can take of her father and also pay of his debt bit by bit but no one has decided to want to employ her because of her father’s debt, Chleo, Layla and Mrs Wood were nervous in the hospital why Mr Wood was in the emergency room, the doctor came out from the emergency room with a sad face, Chloe’s heart beat fast.“ Doc! How is my father doing?” Chleo asked.“ Mrs Wood! Can I please see you in my office?” The doctor asked.“ There is no problem. Of course you can” Mrs Wood replied, Mrs Wood went with the doctor to his

Chapter 3It’s already in the evening and Chleo got back home with the same result if not seeing a job, Mrs Wood already made the dinner and set the dinning, Layla pretended to be nice to her and she went to meet her when she was about to enter the room, Chleo though maybe, Layla wanted to argue with her.“ Layla! I am so tired and I am not ready to argue with you today” Chleo said.“ I am not arguing either but I just wanted to ask you how did it go, I mean your search for a job” Layla asked.“ I guess that is none of your business, I know you want to mock me “ She said in anger.“ I am not mocking you, I just want us to make peace and be one family, I know that I have offended you in many ways but can you please forgive me, I want us to live as one in this small tiny house, I also want to search for a job” Layla said and Mrs Wood walked closer to them.“ Yes Chleo! I want us to live as one family, I don’t want us to argue anymore, I don’t want to rest you bad or like an outsider any

Chapter 5Mrs Wood, Chleo and Mrs Thomas got to Nathan Wilson house, they seated on the couch in the living room when Nathan walk down the stairs, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood saw him and they stood up while Chleo was lost in thought thinking.“ Good day Nathan” Mrs Thomas said and she smiled, Mrs Wood also smiled while Chleo was still seated.“ Mrs Wood this my foster nephew Nathan Wilson, Nathan this my friend Mrs Wood, the one whom I told you about that her husband ran into debt and she needs money but right now her daughter is ill and she needs money so sue brought her second daughter for money in exchange” Mrs Thomas said, Chleo noticed that, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood had already stood from the couch and she also stood up and their eyes both met and they recognize themselves.“ Nurse” He said.“ You” She said, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood were confused.“ What is going on here? Did both of you know each other?” Mrs Wood asked.“ Yes, she once helped me when I had a minor accident, she came t

His bruised lips form a half smile.“Nathan, is it true?” I say, leaning forward, whispering to him. “You’re Russian mafia?”“Done…nothing wrong.”I stare at him, but his eyes have slid shut again. No doubt the morphine is kicking in, mercifully easing his suffering. I struggle with what to do. I finally land on the fact that he’s innocent until proven guilty. If the cops have a case, they’ll make it and haul his Russian ass away. But he’s asking me to help him…what do I do?As if hearing my internal conflict, Nathan eyelids rise. “Framed,” he says, “I’m a businessman…graduated from…Cornell University.”Since when does the mafia attend Ivy League colleges? Who do I believe, him or the cops?“Look me up…” a slight smile touches his lips though his eyes remain shut. “Google me.”I chuckle despite the situation. “Believe me, I will, and if you don’t check out, the gun’s going straight to the authorities.”His tortured smile widens. “What…what’s your name?”The question catches me off gu

“You make it sound so simple,” I say. “Isn’t it?” “It’s complicated.” “That’s what makes it so“It?” “Us.” “Us?” I laugh. “Awfully, presumptuous of you.” He shrugs. I hold up a finger. “Onedinner,” I say. “That’s it.” He holds his silence neither agreeing nor objecting as he pins me with his unrelenting gaze. He does this a lot as if he’s drinking me in, studying every facet of me. I shake my head to break the trance I seem to fall under in his presence. It’s late, I’ve got to go home to get some much-needed sleep. “Alright,” I say, as I slowly rise from my chair. “Spokoynoy nochi, Mr. Wilson.” A wide grin splits his face, apparently impressed by my attempt to say good night in Russian. Yeah, so I learned a word or two. What’s the harm in that? I’m highly anxious as I ride the subway uptown. Silently, I berate myself for putting myself in this predicament. But Dr. Chleo invitation to watch the triple bypass surgery proved too irresistible to pass up. But amid the procedur