All Chapters of Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lilah’s POV :The soft glow of morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden haze. I stretched, feeling the knots in my body from a restless night. Ivan’s shadow still loomed over my thoughts, but there was something lighter about today.I glanced at my phone and smiled faintly. Alex had texted early, asking if I’d like to explore more of the island with him. After the chaos and heartbreak of my life, the idea of normalcy, even fleeting, was too tempting to pass up.Alex: Good morning, sunshine. Any plans today? Because I have an empty itinerary and thought you might like to fill it.Me: Good morning. Shopping and snacks sound good. Meet me by the pier in an hour?By the time I arrived at the pier, Alex was already waiting. Dressed casually in a light button-down shirt and shorts, he looked every bit the relaxed tourist, though his polished aura hinted at something more refined beneath the surface.“Right on time,” he greeted, flashing that charming smile.

Lilah’s POV :The bright, bustling streets of Honolulu were a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me. Lucy and I had managed to slip away from the island under the cover of darkness, boarding the first flight we could book. Now, amidst the tropical paradise, I couldn’t shake the oppressive weight of my reality.Ivan was out there. And he wouldn’t stop until he found us.Lucy walked beside me, her shopping bags swinging lightly at her sides. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, nudging me gently. “Relax. No one’s going to find us here.”I forced a smile, but my gaze swept the crowd instinctively. Every shadow seemed sinister, every stranger a potential threat. “I know. I just... I can’t stop thinking about it.”Her expression softened, and she looped her arm through mine. “You need to let it go for now. Worrying won’t help, and you’ve got more than yourself to think about now.”My hand instinctively rested on my stomach, the reminder of my growing secret both a comfor

Lilah’s POV :The days that followed were like a haze, a never-ending cycle of fear and uncertainty. Lucy and I had found a tiny, isolated cabin deep in the woods, a place where we could hide and regroup. But even here, the weight of what we’d escaped from lingered heavy in the air.I avoided Ivan’s calls and texts, turning away from the messages that popped up on my phone, pretending I didn’t see them. It was a survival tactic, a way to protect myself from the pain of knowing he was out there, hunting us. Every time his name flashed on the screen, my heart clenched, a sharp, agonizing twist of emotion that I couldn’t bear to confront.The truth was, I was scared of him. Not just scared—terrified. Terrified of what he’d do if he found us, of what he’d become if he ever caught up with us. And more than that, I was terrified of the darkness that seemed to swirl around him, a darkness that had already claimed my brother and threatened to take everything from me.Lucy tried to comfort me,

Lilah’s POV :The village was small, nestled in the lush countryside of southern France. Rolling hills stretched out as far as the eye could see, dotted with vineyards, olive trees, and cottages that seemed untouched by time. It was picturesque, serene—everything we needed after the chaos we’d escaped. But no matter how beautiful it was, I couldn’t shake the heaviness that lingered in my chest.Robert had found the village through a contact of his, someone who knew how to keep secrets. The house he rented for us was small but cozy, with pale stone walls and a thatched roof. It sat at the edge of the village, overlooking a field of sunflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. For most people, this would be paradise. For me, it was a hiding place.Lucy and Robert were already settling in, unloading the few belongings we had from the car. I stood in the doorway, staring out at the quiet street, my hand resting on my stomach. The thought of the life growing inside me still felt surreal, l

Lilah's POV :The next morning, the air in the apartment feels heavier, as if the walls themselves are closing in. I barely sleep, tossing and turning until the first rays of dawn seep through the curtains. The note lies on the nightstand, its message burning into my mind.You can’t hide forever.The words feel like a noose around my neck.By the time Robert comes home from the bakery, I’ve managed to convince myself to stay calm. He sets a box of leftover pastries on the counter and eyes me suspiciously.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says, brushing flour from his hands.I force a smile. “Just a rough night.”“Rough how?”“It’s nothing, Robert. Drop it,” I snap, sharper than I intended.He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. Instead, he grabs a cup of coffee and retreats to his room, leaving me alone in the kitchen.Lucy stumbles in later, her shift at the bar clearly taking its toll. She flops onto the couch with a groan, her red hair sticking out in all directions.