All Chapters of Mafia's Wrong girl : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Isabella's PovHe acts like he doesn't know what I'm talking about; telling him might make him suspect me; I can't let it out.But he stays with Seraphine all day in that stupid store. Why will he reduce himself to a Seraphine assistant? Is there something I'm missing out on? The last time I checked, Seraphine hates Mafia; she is so bitter about them. She doesn’t even want to associate with them because of what they did to her father, but why does she like Carlos? I could see it from her eyes that she is really into Carlos, or is there something I'm missing? From his tone, he seems not to like me much. I need to come closer to him, have a way around his heart, and make him like me. But Seraphine, the previous day I sneaked up at them playing at the store, I was consumed with rage and anger. My heart broke into pieces watching them throw each other flour. I wanted to stop them but I couldn't.But he won't let me; he doesn't even want us around. I can't sit with her and watch him have

Isabella PovIs time to deal with Seraphine, I have tolerated her for a long time. I asked someone to follow Carlos that night and I found out that he went to see Seraphine that night.I'm consumed by hatred for her, I want to see her suffer.“Hey Seraphine. You have to pay me out” I snapped over the phone when I called Seraphine. I didn't care about the greeting or about how we used to be.“Just give me a little time” she said, but I wasn't having it. I just want to put her in so much pressure that it would be hard for her to come. Oh her parents too, I can use them to my own advantage, I smirked at myself holding up the pack I will use to bring her business down. I planned to take her to hell. Firstly, incur debts for her then use this to finish up my revenge.“I don't have time Seraphine” “I just got out from the devil's den, Isabella I was kidnapped. I haven't even gone to the store” “I don't care about Seraphine. I just need my payout. You can send it out asap” I didn't wai

CARLOSWhat was I going to do? I know I asked Seraphina to go home and not worry about the issue we had on the ground, but there was no way I could know what to do. What was I going to do? I arrived home a while ago, realizing also that there was a need to employ another man who would drive me. Since the last one died, or rather—was killed, Vito had been the only one driving me around when that was not his job - he was my PA, not a driver. “Vito?” When relaxed on a couch in my living room, I called. “I might need you to do something for me. But the time is not right - not yet.” I announced while the young man took a seat on the couch on the other end. “Sure, Boss. You know I can do anything at all.” That was a good thing to hear. “What would you love me to do for you, Boss? I have waited all these while for a task.” Nodding, I sat up on the couch. “I have no idea how this would go yet—” I sounded. “I'll let you know when the time is right but right now, we need a man to dr

SERAPHINA Worry became my second name. All day and all night, I worried about the fate of my bakery. Even though Carlos, my new partner, promised to do something about it, I wondered all the time what exactly he was going to do to save the day. Did he have connections I didn't know about? These and many thoughts ran around in my head this morning when I opened my eyes in my small apartment. Standing up on my feet, I walked over to the dressing mirror so that I could take a look at myself. I didn't look okay. How could I look okay with the many things that went on with me? It was barely forty-eight hours since I spoke with him at the bakery and since then, he had yet to reach out to me again which left me with none other but the impression that I wasn't wanted in his life anymore. One thing I needed to do was clean up the bakery just as Carlos suggested. Then, I left the side of the mirror and caught up with the closet where my outfit for the day was selected, after which I grab

SERAPHINA The new week did not take long to begin. Unlike the past week, I woke up with a happy look on my countenance, looking forward to starting the day and the new week even—but in the shop. Looking at the wall clock hanging on the wall, I realized how much time I had to get ready for work today. The plan was to be at the shop as early as I could, so I set to work, getting my cleaning tools ready as I planned to clean certain parts of the house—especially when I didn't do that on Saturday, but spent all day at the shop. With Carlos. The man who I had found favor in his sight. Thoughts of him brought a smile to my face. But I shrugged off my thoughts and set to the bathroom for my tools, setting to work the next moment as I mouthed words—humming a song even. While I cleaned, I hummed my favorite song. So many thoughts ran around in my head. Out of these thoughts were the thoughts of how stocked the shop was with the necessary ingredients for the next ten batches of cake