All Chapters of Mafia's Wrong girl : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CARLOSI wasn't supposed to return home, but I had my reasons. Especially when I forgot a document I would need for a new contract at the house when I should have left home with it the last time. What was the need to stay out? Seraphina would make it to the house as well. Why not wait until she was here before I would go back to where I was coming from? The thought of it alone sounded good in my ears and I picked up my phone from my pocket, dialing Vito who must be waiting for my next return. “I'll not be out until later in the evening, Vito. Do you understand? Keep them on hold until I'm done with whatever it is I have come home to do. I forgot already that Seraphina would make it to the house today.” “Of course, Boss. I'll do just that.” The call ended. I looked around me, discovering the new driver parked me in the lot and this was my time to make it into the house. But it was weird because I felt something was off even though I could not place a hand on it. Where was Serap

ISABELLA I knew I was done at this point. No one needed to spell it out to me because I could spell it out by myself. Carlos, a man I have wanted for myself all this while, had nothing but an angry look on his countenance. He was walking in my direction and I looked at the door to see Seraphina who was on her way out—then Jenny who shivered. Fear took over me and I wondered what I had done to myself. Not just myself but other innocent people. “I'll be back—” He looked at the door. “Alexa. Extra lock the living room door.” “Living room door extra lock activated—” a womanly voice sounded. The man nodded and looked at me before walking up the stairs. His footsteps were telling anger—including how much he would deal with me and I didn't know. I didn't know what he wanted to do. Was he going to hurt me? One part of me deserved it, after all. “Jenny. What are we going to do?” The young lady sobbed at this point. With detest in her eyes, she looked up to meet my gaze. “You're su

CARLOS How could she be annoyed that I tried to rectify the situation? What would she have me do if not that? I had something to say but the call ended. Seraphina ended the call! Something I would never guess she could do. How was that even possible? I moped at the screen of my phone for a while, thinking about what to do and what was right to do—even how to go about it. “How dare she?” The woman didn't have the slightest idea about who I was and I could not blame her. I would not. Standing up on my feet, I knew I needed to see her. But I could not ask her to come over to the house or could I? She would not—not in the mood that she was in. Making up my mind at that instant, I promised myself to be there as soon as the next week would come. We could not carry on like this. I wasn't going to let that happen. A hand knocked on the door of my office. Looking up, I asked. “Nonna, is that you?” “No—” Jenny's voice sounded from that end. “It's me, Jenny. I—I'm here to—” “That's

CARLOSIt was the day when Seraphina would make it to the mansion so that we could spend some time together. Little did she know about my plans for her. Waking up this morning, there were more than a lot running around in my head and one was what would happen between Seraphina and Jenny who had wronged her weeks ago. I didn't know what to do about that. I got off the bed and caught up with the closet, snatched a towel from the closet before reaching the bathroom. It didn't take long for me to be done and when that happened, I caught up with the room again. Jenny needed to be talked to. One part of me knew I should have fired her because she caused more than a lot to myself and Seraphina who blamed me, instead of her. Why would she do that? A sigh ran out of my mouth and I fell on the bed to think before drawing a conclusion that should be of help. Then, I got back on my feet and reached the door of my room. In a short while, I was downstairs, inhaling the aroma of many dishes I c

SERAPHINA Another weekend came and passed. According to my calendar, it was three weeks into my relationship with Carlos and there was nothing I did not love about the man. He was everything to me, strangely as it sounded. I wanted him for a husband even though we were yet to get to that point and a part of me did not mind waiting. This Monday morning, I packed my hair in a bun as I moped at my new look in the mirror, all ready for the day. Even the week. Carlos and I had a date by the weekend. There was no way I would miss a moment with him for something else. Just at the right time, my phone beeped and I turned around to reach for it with a smile that came on my countenance as soon as the caller was sighted. “Hello, baby.” The thick voice of a man I loved sounded from the other end, making me wish he was right in front of me, and this way, we could share a kiss. “Are you there?” “Good morning, Carlos—” I said and realized this wasn't in any way the right way to say hello to