All Chapters of Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The car ride home was thick with tension. Marcus sat with a satisfied smirk, clearly relishing the fallout of his announcement. Rosella, on the other hand, was fuming, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out the window, refusing to look at him.As soon as they entered Marcus’s mansion, Rosella whirled around to face him, her anger boiling over.“What the hell was that?” she snapped, her voice sharp.Marcus raised an eyebrow, unbothered by her tone. “You’re welcome.”“For what? Publicly humiliating me? Using my father’s company as some kind of trophy?”He leaned casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets. “Humiliating you? I just saved your father’s company from that snake, Jake. A little gratitude wouldn’t hurt.”Rosella’s fists clenched at her sides. “Gratitude? You’re unbelievable. You didn’t even ask me! You think you’re some kind of hero, but you’re just as bad as Jake—maybe worse.”His smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation. “Watch your ton

The Heinrich estate was quiet, its sprawling halls unnervingly still as Odessa sat in her private study, a cigarette perched delicately between her fingers. The ash threatened to fall, but she didn’t care. Her mind was consumed by one thing: Rosella.For a week, she had watched Marcus spiral further into obsession. He wasn’t himself, agitated, distracted, and worst of all, he didn’t seem to listen to her anymore. Rosella was a poison, and Odessa knew what had to be done.She stubbed out the cigarette, exhaling a trail of smoke. A cold, calculated smile spread across her lips as she dialed a number on her secure phone. The voice on the other end greeted her with a gruff tone, but she didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“I need it done,” she said simply. “No loose ends. Make it look like an accident.”The voice hesitated. “And Marcus?”Odessa’s smile faded. “He doesn’t need to know. Just follow my orders.”She hung up, leaning back in her chair. By the time the week was over, Rosella w

The sound of the gunshot echoed in Rosella’s ears, louder than anything she’d ever heard. Her heart dropped, panic seizing her chest as she clung to the wall’s edge.“Donovan!” she screamed, desperation laced in her voice.But it wasn’t Donovan who fell.Instead, he had anticipated Marcus’s move and dodged to the side, the bullet grazing his shoulder. He winced in pain but remained standing, his icy glare fixed on Marcus, who looked both frustrated and amused.“You missed,” Donovan said, his voice sharp despite the pain.Marcus cocked his head, his smirk widening. “Maybe I wasn’t aiming to kill. Not yet.”Behind the wall, Franklin grabbed Rosella’s arm. “We have to go!”“No!” she yelled, fighting against him. “Donovan needs me!”“Donovan needs you to survive,” Franklin snapped, his voice unyielding. “If you stay, you’re putting him in more danger. Let’s move!”Rosella hesitated, her hands trembling, but she knew Franklin was right. She reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled away, he

The morning light filtered softly through the heavy curtains of Donovan’s room, casting a golden glow over everything. Rosella stirred awake, blinking against the soft rays. Her gaze shifted to Donovan, who lay peacefully beside her.For a moment, she simply watched him. His strong jawline, the way his dark lashes rested against his cheek, and the faint scruff on his chin, all of it made her heart flutter. He looked so serene, so unlike the powerful man she was used to seeing.Before she realized it, her fingers were reaching out, tracing the bridge of his nose lightly. A small smile tugged at her lips as she admired him.“Enjoying yourself?”His voice startled her, and her hand jerked back as her cheeks flushed a deep red.“You’re awake!” she stammered, trying to scoot away, but Donovan’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him.“I woke up to someone caressing my face,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. His piercing onyx eyes were now wide open, watching her w

Marcus stood in a dimly lit warehouse, his sharp suit contrasting with the grimy surroundings. Across from him, men from another mafia group waited impatiently. The deal was supposed to secure a shipment of weapons, a critical asset for maintaining Marcus’s influence. Emma stood behind him, clutching her notepad, observing everything nervously.But Marcus wasn’t fully present. His mind was a mess, consumed by thoughts of Rosella. The memory of her defiance, her anger, and the way she had looked at him before Donovan took her away gnawed at him. He clenched his fists as the opposing leader spoke, but the words barely registered.“Do we have a deal or not, Heinrich?” the man demanded, his tone sharp.Marcus blinked, realizing too late that he had missed a crucial part of the negotiation. His response was delayed, and when he did speak, his words were careless. The other mafia leader frowned, clearly insulted.“You’re wasting my time,” the man growled, standing abruptly with all unpleasa