All Chapters of The Mafia Proposal: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102 Andrew sat at his desk, his hands gripping the edge as though it might somehow steady him. The papers in front of him were a blur, too many failed contracts, too many debts, too many reminders that his company was on the brink of collapse. The weight of it was unbearable, and yet, there he was, trying to hold it all together. He had spent the last few days running from one company to the next, desperate for help. The faces he trusted, the ones who swore they’d stand by him, were all backing away. The debts were stacking up, and no matter how many calls he made, no matter how many meetings he scheduled, nothing was working. His once-thriving business was slipping through his fingers, and he couldn’t stop it. The thought of bankruptcy loomed like a dark cloud over him. His office felt suffocating, and as he walked from one corner to another, trying to gather his thoughts, his mind kept racing. His pulse hammered in his ears, each passing moment a reminder of the mess he w

Chapter 104 The anger inside Aria just increased as she stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. The words Andrew had thrown at her echoed in her mind, each one more cutting than the last. "Get a life, Aria. Stop clinging to me. You're so lame." His words felt like daggers, but she knew what it was. He was trying to make her the problem and she promised to get back at him. She couldn't let Andrew's words haunt her for longer. She would go about her day, put on a mask, and try to push through. But the moment she stepped outside, the anger was back, and it hit her like a brick. Back at college, she walked through the halls, her mind clouded with thoughts of what had happened. She tried to ignore the world around her, but one of her friends, Tasha, spotted her from across the room. Tasha l made her way toward Aria with a curious look on her face. “Damn, girl, did a cat bite you or something?” Tasha’s voice was teasing, but there was no mistaking the concern in her eyes.

Chapter 106 Aria’s anger was a constant ache in her chest, a burning reminder of her failure. Watching Matthew and Sharon together, seeing how perfect they seemed, how in love they were, it was like a dagger to her heart. Every time she thought about them, the jealousy clawed at her insides, eating away her resolve. Matthew had been hers once, or so she had convinced herself. But now, Sharon had him, and it felt like she had taken everything she had ever wanted. It wasn’t just about Matthew. It was about Sharon, about how everything seemed so easy for her, how she was effortlessly perfect in Matthew’s eyes. Aria hated the way Sharon smiled, the way she held herself with such confidence. Aria wasn’t like that. She wasn’t as pretty, as charming, or as perfect. And she hated Sharon for it. She hated Sharon for taking everything she wanted. The frustration boiled over inside of her, threatening to spill out. She had been playing this game for so long, but she was losing. Losing to some

Chapter 108 Sophie sat alone at the bar, swirling her glass of cold drink as she stared at the dim lighting around her. Her mind raced, thoughts circling back to Matthew. She had been watching him for so long, admiring him from afar, but it seemed that he had chosen Sharon. That fact gnawed at her, how could he not see that she was everything he needed? Sophie was determined that if he wouldn’t come to her willingly, she would make him. She was more than capable of manipulating the situation. She just needed the right leverage, and Aria was just the right tool. Sophie smirked to herself, her lips curling up at the thought of her. Aria was so gullible, so easily influenced by her desires. Sophie had been watching her, noticing how Aria’s insecurities and need for validation could be used against her. It would be so easy to play her, make her believe that she could get what she wanted if she just followed Sophie’s lead. The plan was simple. Sophie would use Aria, convincing her that

Chapter 110 Aria scanned the café, her fingers drumming impatiently against the wooden table. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint aroma of vanilla from the candles burning in the corners. A woman slid into the seat across from her, moving with calculated grace. Sophie. Her dark eyes moved over Aria with thinly veiled amusement before she exhaled, barely acknowledging her presence. “You’re late,” Aria muttered, folding her arms. Sophie tilted her head, an amused smirk playing at her lips. “I was watching you fidget from the window. Figured I’d let you stew for a bit.” She placed a napkin over her lap, then gestured toward Aria’s untouched drink. “Go on, drink. Or are you too paranoid to trust a simple café?” Aria rolled her eyes but said nothing. She had no patience for mind games. As Sophie picked up her fork, she leaned in slightly. “Keep your voice down,” she said, barely above a whisper. “We don’t need extra ears listening in.” Aria huffed. “Stop bein