All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Pregnant Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jacob couldn’t stop grinning, his cheek still tingling where Tiffany’s lips had barely brushed against it. It wasn’t much of a kiss, just a quick press, really—over before it even started. But to him, it was everything.His head felt light like he was floating in some sort of pink cloud that kept him high above the ground. He could still see her face in his mind, the way her cheeks had flushed right after, like maybe it had meant something to her, too.If only she knew how much he adored her, how long he’d been watching from the sidelines, never daring to hope that she might actually see him the way he saw her.He shook his head, still grinning like a fool as he turned onto his street, pulling his beat-up car into the driveway. The house looked dark, the curtains drawn like they always were. He sighed. The high from Tiffany’s kiss faded just a little, replaced by the heavy reality that awaited him behind those closed doors.Jacob got out of the car, his smile faltering as he stepped i

Tiffany’s heart fluttered as she stepped through the double doors of her school. After yesterday, she wasn’t sure how she should react when she saw Jacob again.Is he going to tease him about the kiss?She tucked a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. “Get it together, Tiff,” she muttered to herself. “He’s just a guy.”But even as the words left her lips, she knew they weren’t true. Jacob wasn’t just a guy. He was the guy who’d turned her world upside down with a single smile.Damn him.As Tiffany made her way down the crowded hallway, a hushed giggle caught her attention. She glanced to her right, spotting Emily and Amber huddled near a row of lockers. The self-proclaimed queens of the hallways were whispering furiously, their eyes locked on Tiffany.“Oh great,” Tiffany thought, her anxiety spiking. “What are they up to now?”Emily nudged Amber and nodded in Tiffany’s direction. Amber covered her mouth to stifle another giggle.Tiffa

Tiffany’s heart pounded as Jacob’s fingers gently lifted her chin, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.She wasn’t supposed to feel like this—she had come here to tell him off, to put him in his place. But now, standing this close to him, her resolve was slipping, melting under the weight of his touch.“You’re trembling,” Jacob murmured, his voice low and teasing, his grin widening as if he could read her thoughts. “What’s the matter, princess? Afraid of what might happen next?”Tiffany’s breath hitched. She should be furious, not flustered. But his confidence, the way he called her princess with that smug smirk, was making it impossible to think straight.She shook her head, taking a small step back to regain control. “I’m not scared of you,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.Jacob’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh, I think you are.” He leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, “And I think you like it.”Her f

Tiffany could feel the heat rising to her face as she watched the uncomfortable exchange between Jacob and her father. This was worse than she had imagined. She had known her dad would be protective, maybe even a little overbearing, but this…this was beyond anything she’d prepared to face.Good god…what was the deal with her father and Jacob’s mother anyway?Tiffany stole a glance at Jacob, who was trying his best to stay calm and respectful. He was handling it better than she expected.It seemed like she didn’t know him as well as she thought she did.As the dinner finally ended, Tiffany let out a slow, relieved breath. Her father had done everything except outright interrogate Jacob.“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Foster and Mr. Foster,” Jacob said, his voice steady despite everything. “It was really delicious. I appreciate you having me.”Riley smiled warmly. “Please call me Riley.”Jacob smiled back, nodding politely. “Thank you, Riley.”River, on the other hand, leaned back in his c

Jacob couldn’t stop thinking about River Foster and the comments he had made about his mother. He knew he should ask his mother about it eventually, but he hadn’t had the chance. She had been coming home late from work and going right to sleep.So when she was finally home early tonight, he had to ask.“Hey, Mom,” Jacob said, his voice steady but cautious. He leaned against the doorway, watching her turn the TV on. “Can I ask you something?”His mother, Shelly, looked up, pausing her show. “Sure, honey. What is it?”“Do you know a guy named River Foster?” Jacob asked, watching her expression closely.At the mention of River’s name, his mother’s face went pale, and her hands froze mid-motion. The dish towel slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. “River Foster?” she repeated.Jacob’s heart raced. “Yeah. Do you know him?”Shelly quickly composed herself, but the fear in her eyes didn’t escape him. “How do you know him?” she asked, her voice shaky.Jacob narrowed his eyes. “I know h