All Chapters of How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Beatrice's POVI had been avoiding Ryuu since my visit to Esposito. I didn’t know what to say, how to face him without the weight of my secret crushing me. Telling him about the possible pregnancy? Not a chance. Not until I was sure… not while I still prayed the test had been wrong.But avoiding Ryuu was nearly impossible, especially when he was waiting for me. Seated among my cousins in Aunt Loretta’s living room, drink in hand, he watched in silence, detached from their conversation. He seemed to prefer it that way, which worked in my favor—except that his focus was entirely on me.I curled up in an armchair across the room, scrolling through my messages with Sophia. I hadn’t told her about the pregnancy yet, and wouldn’t until I talked to Ryuu first. This wasn’t something you shared over the

Beatrice's POVThe truth was, I no longer cared to speak to him. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wouldn’t lose sleep if I never saw him again. The years of disappointment had numbed me to the pain. There was no more room for anger. Only exhaustion."Your drink." Ryuu’s low voice pulled me from my thoughts. He approached soundlessly, holding out a delicate glass filled with a soft pink liquid, swirling gently at the rim. My body tensed for a brief second—I had been so lost in my own mind that I hadn’t noticed his return."Thanks," I murmured, taking the glass and feeling the cool condensation against my fingertips. I took a slow sip—fruit juice. No alcohol. Not tonight. And not for the next nine months.I would have to tell him soon. This morning, Loretta’s private doctor confirmed what I had already suspected. I was pregnant. There was no more room for doubt, no whispered prayers for a mistake. It was real. And Ryuu deserved to know. Keeping more secrets would only

Beatrice's POVWe left for Loretta’s house alone. Bion and the others had to stay—Giorgio’s orders. They were still under his control, while Ryuu and I managed to slip away.Inside the limousine, I sat across from Ryuu, trying to undo the delicate buckles on my heels. With every movement, pain flared in my feet, and I was certain that if I wore these shoes for another minute, my feet would simply give up.“Need help?” Ryuu’s voice was soft as he leaned toward me. I let out a relieved sigh when I finally freed my left foot.“Thanks,” I murmured, allowing him to take my right leg and rest it on his lap. He carefully removed the second heel, and I couldn’t suppress the small sound that escaped when his fingers massaged the arch of my foot. His touch was rare—gentle, deliberate—and despite my exhaustion, I savored it.The ride back to Loretta’s would take over an hour, but as Ryuu continued easing the tension from my feet, it became harder to keep my eyes open. After a moment, he stopped

Beatrice's POV"Beatrice!" Ryuu's voice sliced through the chaos as he yanked me back, hard. Only then did I realize I was screaming, my own voice distant beneath the high-pitched ringing in my ears. His grip on my arms was bruising, but I felt nothing except the rising tide of panic.He dragged me away from the table, my steps clumsy, stumbling over the floor as I fought against his pull. I could barely breathe. Espósito... he wasn’t moving. Guards swarmed around him while others rushed toward us. No time to think. A car screeched to a halt just ahead, and before I could process what was happening, Ryuu shoved me inside.The world inside the car felt unreal. My body was flush against Ryuu’s, my fingers digging into his blood-streaked shirt. I couldn’t tell if the blood was his or mine. My entire body trembled, l

Beatrice’s POV  Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. My fingers moved through Ryuu’s dark hair, the motion almost instinctive, desperate to soothe him even as my own heart pounded erratically. With every stroke, I felt his pain as if it were my own.  Without thinking, I cradled his head against my stomach, holding him close in a futile attempt to shield him from the weight of everything crashing down around us. My hands trembled as they tangled in his hair, my stomach twisting at the realization of just how fragile this moment was. He still hadn’t spoken. I wanted to shake him, force him to snap out of whatever storm was raging inside him, but I knew he needed time. Too much had happened, too fast.  Tears streaked his face, his bloodstained vest soaking up the moisture as he pressed agains