Semua Bab SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD: Bab 121 - Bab 130

BENTLEY'S POVI felt a surge of anger rise up within me, but before I could retort, Clarissa was already spewing forth a barrage of hurtful remarks, each one more cutting than the last. "You're nothing but a cheap, desperate woman," she sneered, her words laced with venom. "And to think I once considered you worthy of my son's affection. How laughable."Enzo shot me a sympathetic glance, his eyes mirroring the mix of frustration and amusement that churned within me. "Don't listen to her, Bentley," he said, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of insults. "She's not worth your time."But Clarissa was already making her exit, her laughter echoing in the wake of her departure like a haunting melody. "Enjoy your life of mediocrity, Bentley," she called over her shoulder, her tone filled with scorn. "I'm sure it suits you perfectly."I seethed with rage as Clarissa disappeared from view, leaving me behind with a cold, indifferent bodyguard and an amused, mischievous Enzo."Well, that

BENTLEY'S POV"Well, you see, we met again the second time," I began, my voice dripping with faux sincerity, "it all started one fateful night at the bar."Luca nodded, playing along with practiced ease. "I stumbled in after a long day of guarding Accalia and her husband, seeking refuge from the chaos of the world," he added, his voice tinged with melodrama."And there I was," I continued, gesturing dramatically, "behind the bar, mixing drinks and stealing hearts with my irresistible charm."Enzo leaned in, hanging on our every word. "And then what happened?" he prompted, his eyes wide with anticipation."Sparks flew," Luca declared, his tone solemn. "We locked eyes across the crowded room, and in that moment, we knew—we were destined to be together."I nodded emphatically, adding, "It was like something out of a romance novel. We danced, we laughed, we fell in love under the twinkling lights of the bar."Enzo's eyes widened in disbelief, but he was clearly enraptured by our tale of w

BENTLEY'S POVBut as Enzo examined the photo with a critical eye, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.Enzo leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know what? Forget about reenacting the scene," he declared, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Why don't you two just kiss to prove to me that this whole love story isn't just a load of baloney?"My eyes widened in disbelief, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the suggestion. "Kiss?" I echoed, my voice cracking with nervousness. "Are you serious?"Enzo nodded eagerly, his grin widening. "Absolutely! Come on, show me some real chemistry," he urged, his excitement palpable.Enzo leaned back in his chair, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Come on, it's the perfect proof," he insisted, his voice tinged with amusement. "A kiss seals the deal, right?"I shot Enzo a withering glare, my mind racing with a million reasons why that was a terrible idea. "Absolutely not," I declared, sha

BENTLEY'S POVLuca arched an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "I don't think that's such a good idea," he replied, his tone cautious.But I wasn't about to take no for an answer. Leaning in close, I whispered in his ear, my voice barely above a whisper. "Remember our deal? You promised to act the part of the perfect boyfriend, remember?"A flicker of amusement danced in Luca's eyes as he regarded me, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "How could I forget?" he murmured, his tone teasing.I shot him a pleading look, silently urging him to comply with my request. "Please, Luca," I implored, my voice tinged with desperation. "I can't face my parents alone."For a moment, Luca seemed to consider my words, his expression unreadable. But then, with a resigned sigh, he nodded in acquiescence. "Fine," he relented, his tone resigned. "But don't blame me if things go south."I grinned, relief flooding through me at Luca's agreement. "Trust me, Luca," I replied, a mischievous

BENTLEY'S POVI couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, the tension from earlier melting away in the face of the city's relentless energy. "Well, this is certainly one way to beat the pre-dinner jitters," I remarked, shooting Luca a wry grin.Luca nodded in agreement, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Who needs caffeine when you have rush hour traffic?" he quipped, his tone dry.As we continued our journey to the boutique, we couldn't resist the urge to engage in some friendly banter, much to the amusement of our cabbie."Luca, do you think we should get matching outfits for the dinner tonight?" I teased, unable to resist the opportunity to poke fun at our unconventional situation.Luca arched an eyebrow, his expression deadpan. "I think I'll pass on the matching outfits, thanks," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.I laughed, shaking my head at his response. "Suit yourself," I quipped, shooting him a playful grin.As we pulled up to the boutique, our cabbi