All Chapters of Auctioned To My Mafia Lord: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ava's POVDr. Kennedy shuffled his way into the ward and headed in the direction of my bed where I had been lying for almost thirty minutes. Fernando was sitting next to me, clutching my hand.Turned out the contraction was nothing but a false alarm, the baby was not coming yet. It wasn't much of a relief. If anything I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to meet my baby today. The contraction had eased a while ago when we first got here, and now it had completely stopped. She wasn't coming anymore.Fernando got to his feet as the doctor reached us with my charts in hand. “Afternoon, doctor,” Fernando greeted.“Afternoon, Mr. Ramos,” his eyes went from Fernando to me quickly, “How do you feel?” He asked, closing the chart, and examining me with his eyes.I nodded, placing my hand on my stomach and straightening up in bed, “I'm okay.”“That’s good,” his face morphed into a frown, “I thought I told you to slow down on the food and take a lot of fluid now that you're so clos

Miguel's POVI was certain of it but I didn't know what it was. I knew Nando couldn't possibly be... I couldn't dare think about it.No, Ava wouldn't do this to me. But what if—“Mr. Castell,” one of the nurses approached me, “Gracie is waiting.” Fanculo! I had totally forgotten about her. I jumped to my feet filled with guilt.“How is she?” I urged.“She's fine. It's a deep cut but luckily it isn't infected. You can take her home.”“Thank you,” I muttered and the nurse left. I stood for a minute before slipping out my cell and calling Mason.“Hey, can you come to the hospital?” I asked the second he answered his cell.“Alright. I was on my way anyway. I'll be there in ten.”I hung up, slipping my phone in my pocket. I hurried to Gracie's room, and grabbed her a drink on the way, stopping outside the ward for a moment to stare at her before entering.“Babbo,” her face transformed into a smile as she saw me.“Hey,” I met her, sitting next to her, and glanced at her bandaged hand, “Doe

Miguel's POV“Your wife?” I echoed the words like they were poison, arching my brow. I hated the sound of it, and it made me sick to my very bones.“Yes,” Nando enunciated, placing his hands on hers while equally drawing my attention to the ring on her finger, “We are married, Miguel, and I'm the father of the child,” he smiled, and those words made me sick to my stomach.“You're the father?” I arched a brow, and glanced at Ava and she looked away almost like she didn't dare to meet my gaze. I stared at her, watching her evade my gaze.He was lying.“Yes, I am,” Nando answered, running a hand through her hair.I wished he'd stop touching her like that. It made me sick.“Is that true, Ava?” I asked with a note of skepticism in my voice, glancing at Ava, and she met my stare with a blank look.“Stop asking her ridiculous questions, Miguel. I already answered your question. I'm the father of the child, and Ava is my wife!” I exclaimed.“I don't believe you.” I told him without taking my

Miguel's POVThe weight of what had transpired at the hospital hung heavy on my shoulders like a suffocating shroud. It followed me everywhere, and the hours that passed after that moment were the most dreadful times of my life.It was slow, and each passing moment felt like it was eating away bits and pieces of my soul, like a predator feeding on it prey. The drive back home was horribly long as well, which was why the minute I arrived home that evening, I had been unable to do anything other than head straight to my bedroom and climb into bed.I even ignored Gracie's calls downstairs as i was heading in. I didn't mean to, but it couldn't be helped. I needed to pull myself together and gather my strength, but most of all, I needed some time alone.To say I was a mess was to clearly understate things. I was more than that, but I had to hold it in and be strong if not for anyone, for Gracie, and for the hope of the new life I had planned before all this had happened.It was all cras

Ava's POVI woke to the sound of the baby's cries piercing through the silence of the early morning. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, and I groaned softly as I pushed myself upright in bed.The sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the room. My arms felt sluggish as I lifted myself out of bed, my body still heavy with exhaustion.The baby's cries grew louder, more insistent as they echoed off the walls of the room as I stumbled towards her cradle, and reached out for the source of the cries—my little angel.“Shh, shh, it's okay, baby,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I leaned over the cradle at my little troublesome princess. She sure was a crier.I gently scooped her up into my arms, cradling her close to my chest as I swayed back and forth, trying to soothe her but to no avail. Her cries grew even more persistent, rising in intensity, and I felt a pang of frustration mingled with exhaustion.“What's wrong, sweetheart?” I whispered, pressing my