Semua Bab Revenge: Submitting To The Mafia King : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Cara's POV"Bell Flower Orphanage?" I repeated, a chill running down my spine. That name...It couldn't be..."Yes... he lost his parents in a car accident and has been at the orphanage ever since he was a child. However, it was consumed by a fire five years ago."An accident... he also didn't know his parents.Could it be? I mentally calculated... it all aligned. My mind raced. What was the connection? "And, the fire?"I asked, trying to keep my voice casual."That was awful," Cecelia said, her voice dropping. "It happened a few years ago. The woman who ran the place, the closest thing he had to family, died in it."Could it really be this simple?"Bell Orphanage was the same orphanage my father and Luca went to check the previous evening. The orphanage that was the last lead to finding Sarah's son."Why do you sound so shaken? Is everything fine?""All is well... you said it's the reason he's here?""Yeah..." she drew out, sounding unsure. "Jacob suspects that the fire wasn't nat

Cara's POV Just as I was catching my breath, another ripping sound echoed through the room and my sports bra fell to the floor, freeing my strained chest from its supposed cage.My breath got caught in my throat, "Wa... wait. You can't keep destroying my underwear, Adonis." I heaved, turning back towards the culprit.He'd taken off his shirt with his trousers, halfway down his legs. The heat intensified as he quickly removed his briefs. The raw desire I saw in his gaze made my stomach twist in knots."Your underwear is the least on my mind, Bel" he murmured, and before I could say anything in reply, gently swept me into his arms.The feel of his bare skin against mine was out of the world. With each step he took, my chest brushed against his, and I felt the jolt of his hard member pressing against my thigh.His pounding heartbeat was like music to my ears.Apart from his clenched jaw and hard-on, it was the only evidence that he wanted me as much as I did him.Placing me at the edge

Cara's brows furrowed as she stared at the image.She stared again.And stared some more. It was enough to drill a hole into it but not to convince her. She looked at Adonis with wide, unbelieving eyes. "Are you saying that scrawny boy with a mischievous smirk is Death Eater?" she asked, incredulous. Adonis didn't answer immediately. His gaze was fixed on the photo, on Matthew's face. The resemblance was faint, yet he saw it… the way he curled off his lips, the scar he had seen before, last night, in the ring. "Yes," he said finally, his voice low. "Who's Death Eater?" Cecelia voiced out curiously."He's a fighter at an illegal underground ring," Miguel answered, intently viewing the image. He pulled open a desk in his hardwood table and brought out a pair of glasses. "Go zoom in. I want a closer look." The guard didn't need any extra words to know he was being referred to as his boss donned on his glasses.Cara was shocked. "Dad? You know Death Eater, too?""I know everyone and

Cara's POV The line rang once, twice, and then he picked up."Hello?" "Cara?" Dr. Bruno's calm voice came through the phone, yet I wasn't deceived. I knew it was a situation control skill; he wouldn't have sent me the text if this wasn't serious."I missed your call... you said to call ASAP. Are the test results fine? Is anything wrong?""Nothing much... all is fine. He has a mild fever, and some muscles seem to be functioning below optimum; from his hormone levels, I believe he's a little stressed. Does he get tired easily?"I thought back on the last few days, "He rarely sleeps... an hour or three max. Could that be the reason?"I had thought it was due to all that was going on.Dr. Bruno sighed, "Can I talk to someone else? Adonis preferably, or another family member?"My heart skipped a beat. What is he trying to say?"You know Adonis wouldn't care to listen. He has no one else but me. You can say it." I sat on the bed. "Just tell me. I'm ready.""I think it's better if we see

Cara's POVSilence hung heavily in the room, the thick smell of antiseptic, suffocating despite being in an office. The leather chair felt as cold as the diagnosis made me feel as my husband and I took in Doctor Bruno's last words to us. Our lives felt like a labyrinth of chaos; with every step we took forward, there was more trouble waiting to jump in our faces.It seemed like there was no end to this.Adonis's sickness seemed too convenient, just like the other unplanned and unforeseen problems. One after another. Yet I couldn't show how I was feeling. I was always the dramatic one—the one amongst us who couldn't hide her emotions and would display exactly how it was, leaning on my man's broad shoulders.Not this time. Adonis did his best to hide it, but I could see how shaken he was about losing his memory. He had taken the crown from me. It was my turn to be there for him and support him as he always did me. It was like wearing his suit, too large and heavy, but necessary.I sup