All Chapters of The Heart of the Mafia Twin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The grandeur of the Robinson-Fowls wedding was the talk of both the legitimate and underworld communities. Held at an exclusive estate on the outskirts of Florence, Italy, the ceremony was a seamless blend of elegance and tension, with an atmosphere heavy with hidden agendas and unspoken alliances. The estate itself was a sprawling villa surrounded by lush vineyards and guarded by a security detail so discreet yet intimidating that no uninvited soul dared approach. The sprawling gardens were transformed into a fairy tale setting. Ivory drapery lined the open-air pavilion, with crystal chandeliers suspended above rows of gold-trimmed chairs. A fountain gurgled softly in the background, its waters shimmering under the midday sun. A symphony orchestra played a hauntingly beautiful melody, a mix of classical compositions and Italian folk songs, setting an air of sophistication. At the center of it all stood the altar, adorned with white roses and lilies, a stark contrast to the darker u

“Klara, hold still! You’re ruining the veil!” Klarisse giggled as she adjusted the sheer scarf over her sister’s head. “It’s not a veil, it’s Mom’s old curtain!” Klara protested, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin. She stood in the middle of their childhood bedroom, twirling in an oversized white dress they had found in the attic. It was too big for her, dragging on the floor and slipping off one shoulder, but in their eyes, it was the most beautiful wedding gown in the world. “And you’re supposed to be the prince,” Klarisse said, tying a makeshift bowtie around her neck with a piece of ribbon. “Now, come on, you have to marry me!” Klara clapped her hands together dramatically, pretending to swoon. “Oh, Prince Klarisse! You’ve swept me off my feet!” Klarisse puffed out her chest and extended a hand. “I, Prince Klarisse, vow to be the best husband ever! Now kiss the bride!” The two dissolved into a fit of giggles, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of laughter. Their play

The words hung in the air, and Klarisse felt a pang in her chest. She had no right to feel disappointed—this was what they had agreed upon. Their marriage was a facade, a duty to their families, nothing more. Alexander had been honest about his love for Maxine, and she had told herself she respected that. Still, the question stung in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Klarisse’s fingers tightened ever so slightly on her lap, but she kept her expression composed. She turned to him with a calm smile. "You don't have to ask me for permission, Alexander," she said evenly. "We’ve already agreed to keep personal matters separate." Alexander studied her face, searching for any trace of resentment or judgment, but there was none. Klarisse had become adept at hiding her feelings, a skill honed over years of navigating her family’s secrets and expectations. "Thanks," he said softly, his voice tinged with relief. "I just didn’t want you to think I was being... disrespectful." Klarisse shook her

The cafe was unusually quiet that morning. Klarisse sat by the large bay window, staring at the untouched latte in front of her. The early sunlight spilled through the glass, casting golden hues across the room, but the warmth did nothing to soothe the cold unease in her chest. Something felt off. Her phone buzzed on the table, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen: **Alexander.** For a moment, she hesitated. Their relationship had become a strange dance of guarded conversations and half-kept boundaries, but lately, Klarisse had found herself looking forward to his calls, even if she would never admit it. “Hello?” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady. “Klarisse.” His tone was different—serious, almost strained. She sat up straighter. “What’s wrong?” “I... I need to leave for a while,” Alexander said, his words heavy with an unspoken weight. “What do you mean ‘leave’?” Klarisse’s heart began to race. “There’s a situation I have to handle. Something that can’t

It was a quiet Wednesday morning at the café, the kind of calm Klarisse usually appreciated. The early sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, casting a golden glow over the neatly arranged tables and chairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of pastries warming in the oven, creating a cozy atmosphere. Klarisse had just finished arranging the day’s special menu when the bell over the door jingled softly. She looked up, ready to greet the new customer with her usual polite smile. But the words froze in her throat. Standing just inside the door was a woman she immediately recognized—Maxine. Klarisse’s mind raced. She remembered Maxine vividly, the shy and fidgety woman who had once visited her café. The same woman Alexander had been looking for when he’d stumbled in weeks ago. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Maxine hesitated, her fingers nervously clutching the strap of her handbag. Her eyes darted around the café, as though contemplating whe