All Chapters of Torn Between Two Mafia: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nancy continued, reminiscing about their lives before the 'family business' came to dominate their existence. "We were a proud family raised in nobility, living a life of luxury and having everything we desired. We owned properties, businesses, a yacht, and several sports cars." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I would have given it all up just to have my husband back, to not be left a widow." She raised her arms, as if to express her uncertainty. "I met Alexander's father when we were very young, and we had known each other for nearly our entire lives. Our families collaborated closely, building relationships and partnerships in business. We vacationed together, amassed great wealth, but I suppose we drew the wrong kind of attention," she continued. "They killed him to seize his power. My husband was one of the most formidable men of that time, with politicians and judges eating out of his hand. He could go anywhere, be anyone, and everyone adored him." A small laugh escaped her lips at

When up, the moonlight streams through her room's window, casting a bright glow on the wooden floors and illuminating her white bed sheets. She sits up slowly, reaching for the glass on her bedside table and taking a careful sip of water. Since her conversation with Nancy, she has felt a persistent dizziness and a sense of nausea, emotions she has tried to keep hidden. The possibility of being someone else—someone significant—feels daunting. She recalls the story her family often told her during her childhood: a vague tale about finding her in an unnamed location and saving her from a life filled with horrors. As she grew older, her imagination invented various scenarios. Sometimes, she envisioned herself as a baby in an orphanage, where her mother volunteered and instantly knew she had to take her home. Other times, she fantasized about drifting down a river in a basket or mysteriously appearing on their doorstep. Julius always claimed they had walked downtown and heard her crying f

Upon arriving at the carnival, a mixture of popcorn, cotton candy, and gasoline filled the air. Jenny tugged on Alexander's arm, leading him to the ticket stand where he purchased wristbands for both of them, granting access to any ride they wished to enjoy. "Georgina!" someone shouted, suddenly colliding into her. The impact knocked the breath out of her, and when she pulled back, she was greeted by the beaming face of Malia. "You came!" Jenny blinked at her, momentarily surprised before a smile broke out across Malia's face. Though Malia's hair had grown longer, everything else about her felt familiar, evoking memories of the first time Jenny had entered the bar, trying to persuade Malia and Dolf to let her in. "Just kidding," Malia continued, "Alexander told us your real name. I just wanted to keep you on your toes." A laugh bubbled up from Jenny's chest despite her caution. A moment later, Dolf appeared behind Malia, resting his hand on her shoulder. "Jesus, Malia," he said,

Some time later, Jenny was jolted awake by a harsh slap to her face. As she looked around, confusion swept over her; she didn't recognize her surroundings. Julius was a master at taking her far from anyone who could offer help. She dared not make a sound, unsure of Julius's current mood. It felt like a miracle if she could somehow escape this situation alive. Julius narrowed his gaze at her, a menacing smile creeping onto his lips. "I guess you'll have to tell your boyfriend that you're a whore," he taunted, chuckling to himself as he poured a drink. Jenny's throat felt dry and parched; it seemed like hours since she had anything to drink. Envy washed over her as she watched him sip the cool liquid. "Cat got your tongue, princess?" he jeered, trying to gaslight her. "I'm thirsty," she managed to reply. "Yeah, you are!" He laughed cruelly, delighting in her discomfort. Reluctantly, Julius offered her a small sip. "Not too much now. We wouldn't want you regaining your strength, w

Suddenly, Jenny's eyes flew open. Feeling something wet on her face, she instinctively began to scream. Alarmed, Alexander set the basin down and looked at her with concern. He reached out for her hand to comfort her, but she thrashed against anything offered. "Get away from me!" she growled. Alexander flinched, feeling a sting from her harsh words, a sense of hurt creeping in. "I said NO, Julius!" she shouted, and in response, Alexander shook her gently to bring her back to reality. Suddenly understanding the gravity of the situation, a rush of uncontrollable anger and hatred coursed through him. His brows knitted into a deep frown as he looked at her, uncertain of what horrors she had endured. He felt as if he might lose control, but at that moment, Jenny needed him—fully and completely. Her vision swam, the brightness of the surroundings overwhelming her senses. As she fought to reclaim her grasp on reality after being shaken, familiar voices broke through the confusion. "What