All Chapters of MY CASANOVA MAFIA: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

By lunchtime, Valentine had had it up to here. She snatched her cell phone from the counter and dialed up her best friend and confidant Helen. "Hey, Valentine cheer up girl you look sad," says Helen, sounding like a chipper ray of sunshine. "What's going on?" Arnulfo's up to something, Valentine said, no preamble needed, her tone equal parts intrigued and exasperated.Helen stopped and burst out laughing. "What do you mean? What has he done now?""It's not what he's done—it's what he's doing," Valentine continued, pacing the living room as if movement could settle her swirling thoughts. "This morning, he told me he has a surprise for me. He wouldn't tell me what it is and now I cant stop thinking about it, Helen."Helen's laughter deepened, warm and full of amusement. "You sound like a kid waiting for Christmas morning,Helen, this is not funny!" she exclaimed, though she couldn't help but smile at the other end. "Arnulfo does not do surprises. What if it's crazy?""Crazy good or craz

The night air was crisp and still; however, the coolness of the evening did not disturb Victoria. Standing in her fabulous penthouse with the city's lights stretching miles below her and her reflection blurry in the windowpane, Victoria's perfectly polished nails tapped her champagne flute incessantly. There was anger intertwined with disbelief and confusion swirling around in her brain."Pregnant?" she whispered aloud, the very word was disgusting on her lips. "Valentine is pregnant?"Her assistant, Lydia, stood timidly near the door, uncertain of what to say. "Yes, ma'am," she replied tentatively. "It just arrived today. Confirmations all place it as the offspring of Arnulfo.Victoria's grip on the glass tightened, and for a moment, it seemed as though she might shatter it. Instead, she set it down with deliberate precision, turning to face Lydia with icy eyes. "Of course, it's Arnulfo's. That woman wouldn't be in his orbit otherwise. She's nothing but a lucky charity case.Lydia wi

The wedding preparations had all been settled—every detail planned with care, every dream set to materialize. The dress, venue, and flowers were all set. Valentine and Arnulfo would be saying their vows and sealing their love in front of the world in just a few weeks from now. However, today was not about the wedding. Today would tell them the baby's gender.Arnulfo's fingers were interlaced with Valentines as they entered the clinic, their grip warm and reassuring. She glanced up at him, her heart swelling at the sight of his eager smile. He had been there for every step of this journey without once wavering or making her feel alone."Ready for what?" Arnulfo asked his wife, his voice full of anticipation.She laughed quietly, laying her hand over the curve of her belly. "More than anything."Inside the ultrasound room, the dim lights and gentle purr of the machine created a sense of intimate quietness around them. Dr. Horgan smiled at Valentine as he slid onto the exam table, rollin

Valentine and Arnulfo pushed through the crowd of congratulators into the pavilion where the wedding lunch had been set up. The bride and groom sat at a small table facing everyone else. They likely had a good lunch, but neither of them recalled much of that afternoon. The afternoon passed in a daze. They were there, but could not really appreciate it. Then there were the photographs, the cake, and the obligatory mingling with everyone. All through all this, Jerome felt the presence of his love beside him. He could do nothing more than hold her hand, or put his arm around her, or maybe give her an occasional kiss.As the warm afternoon wears on, Valentine and Arnulfo were swept along in a whirling dervish of tradition: smiling for endless photographs, cutting an exquisite, tower-high wedding cake, and giving warm hugs and kisses to loved ones who have come to commemorate their love.It all seemed like a blur, regardless of how huge the occasion was. The only thing that made Valentine

It was a night for love. A future built on whispered vows and a child waiting to be born. But now, the air was heavy with smoke and gunfire, a mixture of burning wood and spilled champagne bitters mingling with the acrid stench of betrayal.Valentine's breath came in frantic gasps as she ran through the wreckage of what had been her wedding. Her wedding. But all that remained were shattered glasses, overturned tables, and bodies—some of them unmoving. She refused to think about the dead. She refused to think about the way the fire cast eerie shadows over the fallen.All she could think about was Arnulfo.Her eyes searched wildly, heart pounding, until—There.And through the smoke, she saw him. His white dress shirt was covered in crimson stains; fabric torn out where a bullet had grazed along his side. His tuxedo jacket hung in shreds from his shoulders. But he still stood, still fought, his movements fluid and merciless.Valentine's relief didn't last long.For behind him, unperceiv