All Chapters of Loving The Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Her words hit me like a wave of warmth, washing over every doubt and worry I had been carrying. It felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders, replaced by a lightness that made my heart soar. "Really?" I ask hoping that she’s not trying to trip me over and indeed she wasn’t because she said "Yes, he’s up."The joy bubbled up inside me, making me want to smile and share the happiness with everyone around me. It was a moment of pure relief and excitement, a reminder that good things can happen when you least expect them. "Oh my god," I exclaim"Yes, you should come meet him," she says, her voice filled with excitement."Yeah, I’m gonna be there soon," I reply, urgency tinging my words as I quickly end the call. I rush back to the boardroom, my mind racing with anticipation. I peek my head in, catching the attention of my colleagues. "I’m really sorry, guys, but I have to leave. I’m thrilled about the partnership, but I need to go now." Without waiting for their responses

After Richie’s test, the nurse finally brings him his first meal since waking up from the coma. She explains that he needs to eat healthy foods that are easy on his stomach, which is why he’s being served miso soup with diced tofu and a side of brown rice. I can’t help but want to assist him, so I take on the role of feeding him, even though I know he can eat by himself. I just want to be there for him during this time.I scoop up another spoonful of rice and offer it to him, watching as he hovers over it. The expression on Richie’s face is priceless; it’s clear he absolutely hates the food. He’s only eating it because he feels he has no choice. I can sense he probably doesn’t have much of an appetite, but he knows he needs to keep eating to regain his strength. As he swallows the rice, he points to the water, and I quickly bring it to his lips, watching him take a sip. He smiles at me and says, "You know what’s making this food more bearable to eat?""What?" I ask, genuinely curious.

I wait for a couple of minutes for Richie to come back, but he doesn’t show up. Growing impatient, I pull my phone from my pocket and dial his number, my heart racing a little. The phone rings a few times but then goes straight to voicemail. I try again, but once more, it goes to voicemail. Panic starts to creep in, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going on. My mind races with the thought that maybe Richie has been transferred across the country. I know his family had been pushing for him to move back home, but now that he’s awake, I can’t imagine they would go through with that. Even if they did, would Richie really agree to it? He wouldn’t just leave without saying anything to me, would he?The more I think about it, the more anxious I feel. I decide to walk out of the room, trying to convince myself that maybe he had just moved to another room. I make my way to the reception desk, my heart pounding as I approach. "Hi, I’m Rachel Green. I’m here to ask about Richard Maranzano. Did

I drive to Richie’s apartment, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The feeling that something is off gnaws at me, and I’m determined to uncover the truth. I won’t accept a no as an answer, nor will I allow anything to jeopardize what we have built together. Now that I finally want to commit to him and fully embrace our relationship, there’s no chance I’m going to sit back and let anything come between us.After countless ups and downs with Richie, it’s time for us to break through this barrier. I want us to be together forever because I know how happy we are when we’re with each other. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, the warmth in his gaze that makes me feel cherished. The way he talks to me, with that mix of tenderness and excitement, only reinforces my belief that our connection is special. His eyes radiate joy when we’re together, and I can’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t want to throw all of that away.I refuse to believe he actually wants to cut me off. I’m almost a

~ RICHIE’S POVSome decisions feel like the worst, but they can actually turn out to be the best ones in the long run. It hurts so deeply that you feel an instinct to pull away from it all, but that pain is far more bearable than the lingering agony you would carry for the rest of your life. I had to make the incredibly difficult choice to let Rachel go. It’s not something I wanted to do, but it’s a necessity; we both understand why. For us to truly embrace a life of freedom, we had to take this painful step apart.Rachel was right when she said it was unusual for me to just end things, but given the circumstances we found ourselves in, I had no other option. The intensity of my hurt is staggering; I don’t think I’ve ever felt this level of emotional pain before, even during the times Rachel was far away from me. I guess it’s because, despite the toxic situation we were in, I held on to a flicker of hope that things could improve, and now that hope has vanished. There’s nothing more e