All Chapters of The wife of the Mafia Boss Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Justin POV When jade mentioned that she had been invited to sing at an event, I knew I had heard that story before. I just needed to do a bit of research and found some information about a gang that trafficked teenagers to be sold like commodities. Deep down, I wished it wasn't true, but all the pieces matched. "Where's Jade?" I asked Josh. "Just took a taxi to the event," Josh replied, shrugging, focused on the TV show. "Darn it! Did she leave any address?" "In the phone book; I think she wrote it there," he said, still engrossed in solving a Rubik's cube. I rushed to the phone book, and there it was. May God help me. I took the first car I saw, which happened to be Josh's; he always left the keys around. I started driving as fast as I could, probably ran four red lights – sorry for the fines, Josh. Jade was the girl who needed my care; that much was clear. She shouldn't have reached the address yet; it was quite far anyway. However, I couldn't find any taxis going in that dire

Tyler's POVEmily's reaction startled me, but in some way, I was already anticipating it. She had to kill her own father, and this change in her personality was more than expected. However, I didn't want her to change. This world can transform people, but not always for the better, and she shouldn't lose her essence because of our family circumstances.Anyway, I hadn't killed Luke. I despised the guy, but he could be useful, and a man is capable of anything to stay alive."So, you're going to let him live?" Josh asked incredulously."He can work for us, gathering information from Johanna and Paul Mitchell. In the meantime, we just keep him at a distance, and I know how to do that," I said, grabbing his beer."I don't think Emily will agree with that," he said, shrugging."She doesn't need to know.""Justin, what do you think about this?" Josh asked, but there was no response. Justin was looking at his phone and laughing like a fool."We're talking to you, idiot!" I said, throwing a pi

Justin POV "Cassie, please, I'm starving," I begged, trying to get her to change her mind. "No, Justin, you can't taste the stew before everyone else," she replied, angrily removing the pot from in front of me. "And what about the cake?" I insisted. "What do you have inside your belly?" She asked, laughing. "Don't laugh at others' hunger, Cassie, that's wrong," I retorted angrily, grabbing a piece of bread from the table. Suddenly, a red-haired girl entered through the kitchen door, carrying bags. "Hi, Mom," she said, placing the things on the table. "Hello, dear, greet Justin; where are your manners?" Cassie said. The girl turned to face me, and I could see her face completely. Wait. That was the stripper from a club I used to frequent. Oh my God, poor Cassie, she had no idea what her daughter did to please clients at night. "Hi! I'm Anne, Mom, the things you asked for are already here, I'll be going," she said, turning towards the door, wanting to leave as quickly as possib

Justin POV- Justin, you can speak French, can't you? - Cassie asks me while preparing lunch.- Yes, dear. - I reply, and she smiles contentedly.- I hope you won't try to curse at me in other languages when I don't let you have a piece of cake! - She looks at me suspiciously.- How could I curse at such a wonderful being like you? - I ask, kissing her hand and making her smile.- You know, Justin... my daughter wants to study abroad in France, but she doesn't know French yet... I'm worried. She's so young and innocent! - Cassie says anxiously, and I internally laugh, remembering her daughter dancing wildly at the nightclub I frequented during the night to relax.- Do you want me to teach her? - I ask seriously, putting my hands in my pockets.- I know I'm asking a lot. After all, Tyler pays me a good salary, but I wanted to find a good French teacher for her, and Tyler mentioned that you lived in Italy for two years. I thought... maybe... you could help me. - She says timidly. - I kn

Jade Mitchell's POVMy face was swollen from crying so much; maybe Tyler was right, and I was just a child after all, given all my childish actions. Justin had been sitting on the other side of the door, calling me for hours, and I hadn't even responded. I looked through the crack once again, and there he was."Go away, don't you have those sluts to fawn over tonight?" I shouted loudly for him to hear."Cut it out, Jade. I just want to talk," he said."Talk to the bimbos you picked up last night." After saying that, he didn't reply anymore; I saw that he had moved away. I went back to bed and stared at the instrument I hadn't used in a long time to ease the pain. Would it be wrong to use it again because of a man? Am I really an immature girl? I removed the blade from my sight and lay back down.Suddenly, the doorknob turned, and I saw Justin enter and lock the door again."Get out," I said, turning away as quickly as I could to hide my tear-stained face."No," he said, approaching an