All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Secret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CLARA “It’s in the contract. It clearly states we have to share the bed until my insomnia is resolved. Remember?”I stared at him, unable to believe what I’d just heard. Share a bed? Share a room? With him for the coming nights? Can someone please explain to me why it has to be this way?He didn’t seem fazed by my shock. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard, his bare upper body was on full display. His muscles rippled slightly as he reached for a book on the nightstand, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat up. Was it the pregnancy? Hormones, maybe? My heart was pounding, and my face felt warm, too warm. What type of man is he? For now reason, everything about him just makes my heart skip a beat?“I don’t have any pajamas,” I said awkwardly, trying to find an excuse to delay the inevitable. Mateo glanced at me, raised an eyebrow, and tossed a shirt from the foot of the bed. “This will do,” he said simply. I caught the shirt mid-air, staring at it like i

CLARA The moment Mateo walked toward me, I felt a wave of relief. His eyes softened as he crouched down, reaching out to help me to my feet. “Clara, are you okay?” he asked, a hint of concern stained in his voice.I nodded slowly, brushing my hands against my dress to steady myself. “I’m fine,” I replied, though I wasn’t. My stomach still churned with pain.His gaze shifted from me to Lily, “What exactly happened, Lily?”"She pushed me." I told him.Lily was quick to respond, crossing her arms and putting on an innocent face. “She spilled coffee all over me and then tripped. I didn’t touch her,” I didn't know this lady was all sweet talking.I opened my mouth to protest, but the butler interrupted, stepping forward. “It all happened so quickly, sir,” he said. “All I know is Miss Clara did hand over the coffee first.” I stared at the butler in disbelief. He had seen everything. He had seen how she had rudely spoken to me, he had to have noticed her little shove. But he wasn’t going

LUCAThe night started like any other, just me, Dominic, and the kind of comfort you find when you don’t ask too many questions. Dominic and I weren’t the kind of pair that shared dinner or discussed our pasts. We had an arrangement—nothing more, nothing less. I met him two weeks ago, a chance encounter at a bar. One look, one drink, and the next thing I knew, we were tangled in sheets. It wasn’t love, but it didn’t need to be. Dominic was a puzzle I didn’t feel the need to solve. But tonight, everything changed. I was on a routine hospital run, dropping off supplies to a friend who worked the night shift, when I saw them—Dominic and a few other men, being wheeled in on stretchers. Blood. So much blood. “Dominic?” The name escaped my lips before I could stop it. He didn’t see me, his head lolling to the side as nurses rushed him toward the emergency room. His shirt was soaked in crimson, almost looking like he had lost his entire blood.“What happened to him?” I grabbed a

CLARA I couldn’t get myself to sleep, so I stayed awake throughout the night. Mateo was troubled, and the frustration in the way he breathed was suffocating. Not quite long after the call, he stormed out of the room like I wasn’t even there. I wanted to call Lucaa, to tell her what I think about Dominic, but when I checked the time, it was too late to make calls. “I’ll definitely tell her tomorrow.” I thought to myself. Morning came just as I expected. Mateo had left the house sooner, the case on ground wasn’t something he could let go. However, his concern could mean two things, either he didn’t want to lose Dominic, or just the fact that it’s something about the mafia world: “Never to watch your family die without a cause.” Then I met Lily sitting in the dining. Could there ever be a time I wouldn’t have to meet her like this? Especially not in the morning? For the first time, she didn’t seem interested in me. She only looked at me for the briefest second, shook her head, a

LILYI was so thirsty and needed something to drink. It was my routine to always have a glass of water or soft drinks with me in my room before I went to bed, but for some reasons I couldn’t tell why I forgot this time.I left my room to the kitchen, then, I began to hear faint voices., and they were two of them. I recognized one to be the butler’s voice, while the other was… Clara? What was she still doing out here by this time of the night? And what’s with the whispering voices I hear?I hid in a corner, stressing my ears to hear what they were discussing. I couldn’t get what it was they were talking about, but I sure did hear her mention a ‘cross’. What cross could they be talking about, that of the De Luca family?If that’s so, what’s her business with the cross and its significance? Well, I’ll get to know what it was with the whispering voice as soon as she’s out of here.I heard footsteps retreating from the kitchen and heading toward the staircase. I needed to hide myself or sh