All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S PRISONER: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

When Chateau heard Louis’s final words, her lips moved involuntarily. “L-Leonard wouldn’t do that.” Her quiet declaration made Louis pause, though he seemed unsurprised by her response.“Why are you so confident about this? Do you have any guarantees?” Louis asked after a prolonged silence, his gaze fixed on her. “Leonard can easily point a gun at you if the situation demands it. He won’t truly choose you because, deep down, that’s who he has always been. He can’t even be honest with you about everything he knows, can he? He’s still the same cunning criminal who’ll deceive you just to protect himself.”Chateau stared at Louis, confusion clouding her eyes, particularly at his last remark. However, she decided not to address it and instead raised her voice with conviction. “Leonard wouldn’t do that,” she repeated, her confidence growing. “Even if he’s a criminal like you, he’s sincere with me. Leonard didn’t choose to become a criminal. No one hopes to become a murderer, do they?”“Hm..

“Will you be leaving tomorrow morning, Mama?” Chateau asked, seeking confirmation from her mother.The woman nodded. “I can’t stay away from the farm any longer, so I’ve decided to leave tomorrow morning.” Her expression turned serious. “But first, what is your final decision?”Chateau hesitated, unable to meet her mother’s gaze. She knew her refusal would disappoint her and remained silent, her eyes lowered in defeat.Without another word, Amelia understood. It was clear Chateau had chosen to stay with Leonard rather than return home. Although skeptical of her daughter’s claim that she loved a man who had once taken her by force, Amelia could only hope Leonard would continue to protect Chateau as he had so far.“Chateau, do you truly love him?” Amelia asked again, refilling Chateau’s tea with measured grace.Chateau blinked a few times, sighed, and glanced away. “Yes, Mama,” she replied softly, her voice barely audible. She couldn’t bring herself to look at her mother, fearing the di

Chateau stared blankly at the night sky, void of a single star. Amid the monotonous view, she fixed her gaze, her thoughts wandering.If asked why she hadn’t cocooned herself in blankets and drifted into the realm of dreams, Chateau had one clear reason.Of course, that reason was Leonard.Silent nights like these offered the perfect time for deep contemplation, especially about her beautiful yet strained relationship with him.Chateau refrained from speaking, shrouded in fear that Leonard might honestly voice his disappointment about her leaving that night. She didn’t want to bring it up. After all, Leonard didn’t seem eager to discuss it either.This should have been a relief for Chateau, but instead, it consumed her thoughts even more.Why wouldn’t Leonard speak first? Did her presence mean so little to him that silence could return things to normal? Chateau yearned to know his thoughts, but the man remained mute, avoiding her as though unwilling to address anything between them.A

Chateau froze in place. Seeing Leonard’s arrival after hearing the truth from her mother’s lips left her utterly shocked, and a tinge of that shock hurt her deeply.Amelia, however, acted quickly. She positioned herself protectively in front of Chateau as if Leonard were a threat poised to strike her daughter at any moment.Leonard had initially assumed there was some danger targeting Chateau when he saw her apartment door wide open. That’s why he ran with all his strength, his breath erratic. But when he arrived, he was taken aback to see Amelia, unannounced, ready to leave with Chateau in tow.“What exactly are you planning to do with Chateau, Madame?” Leonard asked, stepping slightly forward. Amelia immediately reacted defensively, her stance tense. Leonard raised an eyebrow, puzzled.“What I plan to do with Chateau is none of your business, Monsieur Hugues. Chateau is my daughter.”“But your daughter is also my woman. You can’t just take her away.”“From this moment on, she is no

Chateau took a deep breath and exhaled sharply as she unlocked the apartment door. To her surprise, the passcode hadn’t been changed. The apartment was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of city lights streaming through the glass walls.A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips. Even in his absence, Leonard found a way to avoid her. It was clear he was keeping his distance. She sank into one of the kitchen chairs, the very spot Leonard used to sit in while watching her cook. A bittersweet memory—one that only deepened her pain in moments like this.Her mind wandered to the first time she’d stepped into this apartment. The simplicity and neatness of the space had made it easy for her to adjust. It was a home that reflected Leonard: minimalistic, straightforward, and devoid of unnecessary ornaments. She recalled how Leonard had guided her through the transition. Even when he was unwell, he took the time to answer her endless questions, patiently helping her adapt.“Perhaps Leonard