All Chapters of Marrying the Mafia's Daughter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MAVERICKI knew something wasn’t right when he walked into the kitchen. We may have only known for a few weeks, but Lake was a ray of sunshine. But not tonight, though. He seemed to have carried the whole world on his shoulder, and I had a feeling that it had something to do with his announcement.And that kiss— it was something— deep and meaningful as if he was pouring out all his emotions, wearing his heart on his sleeves.“He can fuck with it.” He was mad. I could see it in the way his body was tense.“Maybe you should care about his opinion.”“Says the woman who doesn’t want to know about her father.”Okay, this conversation was getting out of hand. “That’s a different story. My father hasn’t been there for me since birth. Your father, on the other hand—”“He doesn’t like you!”I opened my mouth to say something, but my brain went blank for a moment.“Wallace always gets what he wants, and I’m not giving it to him this time.”I chuckled bitterly. “What could I possibly expect from

MAVERICKSitting before Moses Braddson, the billionaire tycoon who owned Hover Company, gave me a different perspective about wealthy people. This man was intimidating as hell but also humble.“Where are your family from, Maverick?”“My grandparents are from around here. I was born and raised here, too. I don’t know about my father, not even his name.”The food was delicious, and he probably had celebrity chefs to cook for him. The dining room looked like a banquet to me. His estate was the biggest I had ever been, even bigger than Beatreigh’s.“My mother was the best, while my father was a son of a bitch patriarch. I almost turned out to be like him. Thankfully, I met the love of my life even though we’d only had a short time together. I still cherish it. And believe me when I say this. Money can’t buy happiness. Money is only to make your life better, but not a true fulfillment. Success isn’t measured by how much money you make. I’m happy right now because my son has forgiven me.” H

LAKE“Maverick, wait!”“Let her go. She needs space.”I glared at Uncle Moses. “I need to—”“To apologize? You had the chance, and you blew it. Don’t worry, Homer will send her home. You, you stay put,” he ordered.As much as I hated that he was right, he made a point. “It’s your fault she left. You all can’t just keep your opinion to yourselves.”“She’s hurting, and don’t blame it on Papa. What the fuck—”“Language, son,” Uncle Moses chided Striker.“What the hell, cuz?”“I blew it up, okay. Happy now?” I got away from them, but Striker was still tailing me.“You mean, you screwed it up big time.”“Yes, I fucked it up, and I don’t know how to unfuck it. I might as well hire a divorce lawyer.”“Don’t be stupid and act impulsively. Your generation is so quick to decide on divorce, like changing clothes. I won’t let you do that. You married her because you’ve seen something in her that you didn’t see in the women you slept with.” He was right, though, but I wouldn’t admit that to him.“

LAKE“Of course, there’s always a risk, and it could be dangerous, potentially used for malicious activities and act like us humans or potentially loss of jobs. Even smartphones are dangerous. AI is an advanced system that will make a greater impact on us and make it a lot easier if we only use it responsibly. I know people like us are scared of being replaced by a robot or AI will take over the world, like our finance and weapon systems. That’s why we need transparency and explore its limits. I am proposing this technology, to name a few— for efficiency, minimizing human error, digital assistance, and rapid, massive data analysis.”My uncle looked at the boards, reading their reactions and decisions. I was taking this risk to the board, who were mostly against using AI, but if I didn’t try it, another company would present this proposal.“We’ll analyze your proposal and give you the result as soon as possible, Lake, but we need to try your AI to see if it works better for our system.

LAKE“Why the fuck aren’t we moving, OB?”“Boss, it’s traffic at this hour.”I could see that and knew it, but why did I have to ask the obvious? Now Owen and Homer were making fun of me.“Have a little patience, sir. We’re almost there,” Homer said from the passenger seat.“We can avail a chopper if you’ll be in a hurry next time, boss.”I glared at Owen before I looked outside the window. The anticipation of seeing Maverick was killing me. I wanted to see her the Bazz, but Owen said she had changed her schedule, and Rocco didn’t want to give it to him without her permission.After thirty minutes, we finally arrived at my penthouse. It was quiet; only the lights in the living room were open. I noticed two racks of clothes and two boxes in the corner.“Boss, let us know if you need something. We’ll be at the quarter.”“Thank you.” I nodded at Homer.Once the door was closed, I checked the living room for Maverick. I didn’t expect to see her asleep on the couch with her book opened and