All Chapters of The lost Mafia princess : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the mansion, filtering through the curtains and illuminating the busy scene inside. Everyone was moving about, packing up the last of their belongings. Boxes were scattered in the hallways, filled with memories of a home that had seen its share of joy and heartbreak.Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, a chance for us to start over as a family. At least, that was the plan.I stood in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the chaos unfold. Mike was barking orders at the movers, Leo was trying to organize our luggage, and Ryan was nowhere to be found, probably avoiding the madness like usual. Dad sat in his wheelchair by the window, silently observing with a faint smile on his face."Elizabeth," a familiar voice called from behind me.I turned to see Zake leaning against the doorway, his blue hair messy as always and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans."Morning," I greeted, forcing a smile."Got a minute?" he asked

The morning was crisp and calm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed the family over the past few weeks. Mike adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket, casting a glance at the mansion one last time before stepping into his car. Today marked the start of a new chapter—not just for his family but for him personally.He had a job waiting for him at one of the most prestigious firms in the city, a position he’d been offered months ago but had postponed accepting due to the chaos at home. Now, with his father recovering and his siblings finding their own paths, it was time for him to step into a new role, both professionally and as a man of the family.Mike took a deep breath as he settled into the backseat of his black SUV, his driver pulling out of the long driveway. The morning sun glinted off the polished exterior, and the hum of the engine was a soothing reminder of control—something he hadn’t felt in a long time.Before leaving, Mike had stopped by his father’

Leo's point of View:Leo parked his car in the driveway of the mansion. He let out a tired sigh, loosening his tie as he grabbed his briefcase from the passenger seat. It had been a long day at work, and all he wanted was to relax with his family and catch up on what he’d missed during his absence.As he approached the front door, he noticed a woman with strikingly colored hair stepping out of the house. Her pink locks shimmered under the porch light, making her impossible to miss.“Huh,” he mumbled to himself, stopping in his tracks. His eyes followed her as she walked briskly toward the gate, glancing around nervously as if afraid someone might spot her.Leo frowned. “Who’s that?”For a moment, he considered calling out to her, but she disappeared down the street before he could make a decision.“Maybe a maid,” he muttered under his breath, though her vibrant hair didn’t quite fit the description. Shrugging it off, he resumed his path to the door, curiosity lingering in the back of

The hum of the engine filled the quiet cabin of Mike’s car as he drove through the bustling city streets. He didn’t know why he was going to Rose’s workplace, but something about her lingered in his mind since she left the house. There was an air of mystery about her, a pull he couldn’t quite explain.The small café she worked at came into view. It was quaint, with a simple sign hanging above the door that read Amber Brew. Parking his car across the street, Mike leaned back for a moment, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.“This is stupid,” he muttered. But his curiosity outweighed the nagging voice in his head.As Mike stepped inside, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped him. The café was modestly busy, with a few customers scattered around small tables. At the counter, Rose stood with her back to him, her pink hair catching the light. She was focused, diligently preparing an order.Before he could call out to her, a sharp voice cut through the air.“Rose! What i

Rose smoothed down the fabric of her blue dress for what felt like the hundredth time. She stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. Nervousness? Excitement? Fear? Maybe it was all of the above.She wasn’t used to wearing dresses, especially not ones as nice as this. Her usual wardrobe consisted of jeans, oversized sweaters, and aprons splattered with coffee stains. But today was different. Today, she was going to work for Mike.The idea still didn’t sit right with her. Not because she didn’t appreciate the opportunity—she did. It was just... strange. Why was he being so kind? Why did he care so much about her life, her struggles?Rose wasn’t used to this kind of attention from anyone, let alone a man like Mike.“He probably just feels guilty for causing problems with Mr. Heller,” she muttered to herself, biting her lip as she adjusted her dress again.But even as she tried to convince herself of that, her heart would