All Chapters of A MAFIA LOVE STORY : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kalia. I had been working overtime for the money and the hours were starting to get to me. I was exhausted, but I needed the money. I turned away from the cashier’s counter closing it and slammed into a hardwall.. well, it felt like it was a hard wall, but in fact, it was a man’s solid chest. Large,powerful hands came around and gripped my upper arms to steady me.For a second it was all right. I had the apologetic, slightly flirtatious smile and appropriate words that passed for polite regret ready, I’m so sorry. But when my eyes flew past the broad shoulders up to his face my whole world tilted crazily. I felt the blooddrain away from my head and my face whiten. A part of my brain screamed, No. No. No.No fucking way. Not halfway across the world. Not after all this time.I had done a pretty good job of starting afresh, far away from my previous life, far from anyone that knew me. And for a while it had worked, or atleast I had thought so. I opened my mouth and… Closed it like som

Kalia. After dinner, I went out by the pool. It was a beautiful night, the full moon out along with a sky full of stars. It was so beautiful and calming out here tonight and generally in the country. I had always wanted to raise my family in the country, away from the buzz of the city.I dipped my bare feet into the cold water, getting a certain satisfaction. I was still reeling from dinner, from that made up how we met. I had watched Jake all night, he seemed happy, he was so committed to the fake story that I wondered if he really did remember how we met. He could be a good actor because even I bought it. Which is why it was going to be difficult to read him, to trust him. My phone buzzed, and I looked at the watch on my wrist, it was past eleven almost midnight. Who would be texting me at this hour? Maybe something was wrong with my dad, that was the only reason I could think of why someone would be texting me this late. I quickly got out of the water, rushing to the table

Jake. I stood at the end of the cracked asphalt driveway, staring up at the old, two-story house that had loomed large in my childhood. The faded blue paint peeled in the corners, and the once vibrant garden lay choked with weeds. It felt both alien and achingly familiar. I had driven here straight from the hospital, I needed the drive, it was therapeutic and helped my mind no to focus on Kalia kissing that man. I stepped onto the porch, the wood creaking beneath me like the groan of old bones. The door, a relic of better days, swung open with a reluctant push, revealing a dim interior that smelled faintly of mildew. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light that filtered through the grimy windows. I hesitated on the threshold, recalling a thousand small moments the laughter, the fights, the palpable fear.I was a rich man who lived lavish, but so was my father. He used to be among the richest self made men, but after my mother left, he started getting reckless, gambling, drinking an

Kalia. The drive back to Jake's house was short. I dreaded getting there.But in order for my plan to work I still needed to go back there and pretend that we were a happily married couple, atleast since it was supposed to be our honeymoon. His house was brighter than I remember seeing it during the day. Will all the lights on, it was spectacular, really fitted him and his extravagant lifestyle. I sat in my car for a few more minutes contemplating whether I should go back in.When I finally gathered the courage to walk to the front door, no one seemed interested in me. The guards went about their business like I was nonexistent, almost like they had been instructed not to give me any mind. I opened the front door and slowly went in without turning on the lights, hoping to get to the guest room with no interactions. I almost tripped on the carpet when Jake turned on the lights. "I am so sorry I thought you were already asleep, I didn't want to wake you." I said heading straight

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the park where Kaliahad arranged to meet Mark. She arrived early, her heart racing, rehearsing the words she had prepared over the past few weeks. The crisp autumn air filled her lungs, carrying with it the scents of fallen leaves and the promise of change.Kaliaglanced at her watch. He was late, as usual. A bitter smile crossed her lips. She had spent years waiting for him waiting for apologies that never came, waiting for affection that often felt like an afterthought. Today was different. She wouldn’t be waiting; she would be confronting.Jakefinally appeared, a casual air about him, as if he hadn’t just walked into the scene of a storm. He wore a navy blue jacket and jeans, his hair tousled, a look that had once made Kaliaweak in the knees. But now, she felt a fire burning inside her a mix of anger and resolve.“Ella,” he greeted, his voice smooth, yet something in it felt rehearsed.“Mark,” she replied, keeping her to