All Chapters of MAYBE MEANT TO BE:A bride for Mr Antonio: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Just as the two were fully stripped and ready, a sudden gunshot pierced the night air. The pilot Leonardo pilot stood before them with two guns in hands pointing at the two.“What the hell man,if you want to join them say so!”Xavier snapped angrily.“I don't fuck ass holes,I love women and their pussy.”“Then what's this nonsense about?”“Damon is not my master,this man here may be a spoiled brat and arrogant and proud but I took an oath. I will protect Montero's heir”.“Is this a joke? I can't wait I am as hard as rock,enough with that”Van snapped.“Touch him and you will know if I am a joke or not”.Leonardo replied with a tight expression that warned Van.Antonio was surprised but also relieved,he had someone who still felt pity for him even though he had been cruel to all his men because of his power.“Leonardo..I…”“I am not doing this for you, but your grandma…… and because I like your cousin”.“Courtney?”Antonio asked slowly.He nodded.“Dude you are betraying us because of

“Hey! Get your hands off me! I need to speak with Damon right now!” Courtney snapped, struggling against the Montero's guards' grip.“We're sorry, Lady Courtney. We're under strict orders not to let anyone in without permission from Master Damon,” one of the guards said sternly, his face set in an impassive mask.Courtney was pissed at that statement."Listen, I don't care what your orders are, I need to talk to him NOW! He's responsible for Antonio's arrest, and I will not stand and watch him ruin Antonio's life and reputation. Also, Damon is not your master!Antonio is! I can't believe you let him manipulate you all. Wake up, you fools! He is a traitor!”The guard's face stiffened.“With all due respect. The Montero's Mansion is no longer available for you. We will be forced to take action if you insist on staying here”.Courtney's face was flushed with anger, her fists clenched at her sides. "I will not leave until I've spoken with Damon. If you don't let me in, then I'll make

Antonio was standing at the window of his hospital room watching the sights of children playing football, still unable to remember or understand anything.The doctor said he might remember gradually, but what if he never recovers his memories?Antonio sighed and went back to his bed. He was about to lie down when the door cracked open.A middle-aged man stepped into the room, his weathered face lined with concern. His clothes, though clean, bore the unmistakable signs of a life spent at sea—faded denim and a heavy flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tanned by years under the sun.Beside him stood a woman, his wife, her expression a mixture of worry and curiosity. She clutched a worn leather handbag to her chest, her fingers fidgeting with the strap.“How are you doing, dearest?”She asked Antonio.Who was alerted by the sudden entrance of these strangers.He was a bit tense but managed to force a smile.“My head still hurts a little… sorry do I know you?”He asked

“Loser, Loser… Major Loser… A jerk! Ahhhh I can’t believe this is supposed to be the best club in Tokyo!”Yuki remarked over Angela’s shoulder as she checked out the men in the club.They were either at the bar or standing around staring at women, cat calling and making creepy perverted jokes. Nothing has changed. It was still the same old story.“I know what you must be thinking isn’t Japan supposed to be this conservative country, where men and women live a life of fairy tale romance…”Angela cuts in with a hand raised.“Actually… I am not here to find a man, Yuki. I am here because you wanted to dance so why don’t you?”“Oh Angela, you really think I asked you to come along to the club with me so you can watch me dance? Of course, you are not here to find a man, but I will certainly find one for you. There has to be one man in this place that will be right for you. Even if he wasn’t Mr. right, he could be a start”.Angela slapped her forehead.“Please Yuki. We are not going through

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air as Doris kneaded dough at the counter, her hands moving with ease that shows her years of experience. The morning sun streamed through the bakery’s windows, casting a warm glow over the rows of pastries and cakes. She placed a tray of croissants into the oven, and went back to the table.It's been years, and she had managed her family's bakery single-handedly.Younger sister married, Doris, of course, was happy for her sister. However, she seems to be unlucky with relationships.The last one, in fact she was engaged yet nothing to show for it.She had to put everything relationship on a pause for the moment.The doorbell rang signalling the arrival of a new customer.Doris looked up and froze. Standing in the doorway was Kerry, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale and drawn. It had been five years since Doris last saw her and from her appeared she looked terrible and sleep-deprived.“Kerry?” Doris said, her voice hesitant. She wip