All Chapters of The lost Mafia princess : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Mr Black point of View;Mr. Black sat in his expansive office, the golden glow of the sunset pouring through the large windows behind him. The usual noise of ringing phones and the chatter of assistants outside his door felt distant, insignificant. His focus was elsewhere.On her.Elizabeth.His little queen.The mere thought of her name brought a smile to his face, softening his otherwise hard and calculated expression. It had been too long since he’d last seen her—far too long.He leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the untouched stack of papers on his desk. No matter how much work demanded his attention, his thoughts always returned to her.Her voice, her smile, the warmth she brought into his life—all of it haunted him in the most beautiful way.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as if that would free him of her hold.It didn’t.Finally giving in to the ache in his chest, Mr. Black grabbed his phone. He hesitated for only a moment before dialing Mik

Elizabeth’s Point of ViewI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection for what felt like the hundredth time. My hands smoothed down the fabric of my dress—soft, ivory, and flowing in a way that made me feel… beautiful.For once, I wasn’t second-guessing myself.The dress wasn’t over the top. It was simple but elegant, hugging my waist and falling just below my knees. I’d paired it with nude heels, leaving my hair loose in soft waves that tumbled over my shoulders. The faint touch of makeup—some blush, a soft pink lip—was enough to make me feel confident.And yet, my heart wouldn’t stop racing.Tonight was the night.Mr. Black—my Mr. Black—was taking me on a date.It was still so surreal. Just yesterday, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see him again, and now, here I was, waiting for him to pick me up.I checked the time. Seven-thirty on the dot.As if on cue, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway made my heart leap into my throat. I rushed to the window, peeking through the

Ryan’s Point of ViewI sat on the edge of the patio, my elbows resting on my knees, eyes fixed on the gravel driveway in front of me. The quiet of the late afternoon was doing little to calm the frustration bubbling inside me. I didn’t even know what had me so worked up—maybe it was everything.Or maybe it was her.Elizabeth.I clenched my jaw, my mind replaying last night’s encounter. Her smile had been different—soft, dreamy, like she was floating in a world far away from this one. A world where I didn’t exist.“Where did you go?” I’d asked her.“On a date,” she’d said, like it was nothing.With who?She wouldn’t say, and maybe I didn’t want to hear it, because deep down, I already knew. Mr. Black. I didn’t know what it was about him that made my blood boil, but everything about that man screamed trouble.My fists curled as I stared at the gravel beneath me, the silence around me thickening.The sound of shoes crunching on the stones pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see

Elizabeth’s Point of ViewThe morning air felt heavy, as though it was carrying the weight of what I was about to do. I stood at the edge of my bed, my suitcase half-packed. Every soft zip of the bag, every rustle of fabric seemed too loud in the silence. I wasn’t nervous about the trip itself—I was nervous about him. Ryan.I had barely folded my last dress when the door burst open without warning.“What are you doing?”I froze at the sharpness in his voice before turning to face him. Ryan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto the suitcase as if it was some kind of enemy.I sighed, forcing myself to stay calm. “Packing.”“For what?” His eyes narrowed. “Where are you going?”“You already know where I’m going,” I said softly, trying not to escalate things. “Mr. Black is taking me on a short trip.”Ryan’s expression twisted in an instant, his face contorting with anger. “I already told you—I don’t like him, Elizabeth. And you’re just… what? Running off with him? He’s n

Adrian's Point of ViewThe dim light from the single hanging bulb flickered as I leaned against the chipped wall, staring at Victor Hale. Beaten, bruised, and bound to the chair, he still managed to look smug. His lip was cracked, his face swollen, but his arrogance hadn’t disappeared.“Your biggest nightmares are coming,” I told him, my voice low and cold.Victor let out a short, bitter laugh, his bruised face twisting into a smirk. “They’re finally coming, huh? Took them long enough. Must be a family reunion.”His words grated on me, but I didn’t let it show. Men like Victor thrived on getting under people’s skin. He wanted a reaction, something to latch onto so he could twist it into his favor.“I don’t think you understand what’s coming for you,” I said, pushing off the wall. My boots echoed against the cracked concrete floor as I stepped closer. “You sold my niece, shattered her life, and sent my sister—your precious Amanda—down a road she’ll never come back from. You’re going to