All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LILY I couldn't tell why I was this nice to her. Not like I didn't like the new me, but it felt weirder than I thought. I mean, I wasn't one to play the nice girl to people I don't feel quite comfortable with. But somehow, I wish I knew, I was beginning to grow a bit comfortable around Clara.Maybe, the incident had really thought me a lot. Maybe, she wasn't my real enemy after all. She had risk her life to save mine, and I couldn't let our relationship deprive me from saving her when I ought to.Asking her to join me eat was another thing I needed to question myself about. Normal me wouldn't give a damn whether or not she ate, and I wouldn't even get myself stealing glances at her.The way she hummed and spoke nicely with Christopher somehow fascinated me. I wished I could have that part of her in my life, and even though she was doing her best to offer it fully, I couldn't get myself to show how much I appreciated it.As I stood before my mirror, I recalled her words to me; "You kn

CLARAHe didn’t look my way, but everything about him screamed authority. He was the perfect image of a Mafia—calm, commanding, and dangerous in the quietest way. Honestly, he reminded me of Mateo, like he could be a second version of him. Or maybe brothers, who knows?No wonder Mateo had been so bent and ready to destroy those who had dared harm him. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught my attention. It was his eyes. They weren’t black, and they weren’t brown. They were a strange shade of grey with hints of brown, a mix that made them almost hypnotic. They reminded me of Aaron Pierre’s eyes from the movie; “Mufasa”. Honestly, if there was any way I could keep staring at them, then I’ll gladly do that a million times.However, Lily moved toward him, breaking my thoughts. She didn’t hesitate as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. The kind that made me wonder if she last saw him ten years ago. “You’re okay,” she said softly, almost as if she needed to hear it for herse

CLARALily didn’t say another word. She just turned and walked away, like standing for the next second would cost her so much. I stood there, frozen, trying to keep the tears from falling, but it was useless. My emotions bubbled up, and before I knew it, I was crying.I had told myself to endure her hatred. To spend the rest of the days patiently, hoping upon hope that one of these days, things would change for the good between the both of us. But today, she gave me a million reasons why I shouldn’t wait any longer. It was clear how much she hated me to the core, and no matter how hard I tried to understand her, I just couldn’t.Maybe we were never meant to understand each other. Maybe. Just maybe, it’s me overthinking that one day, she’ll get to understand me better than I thought.I clenched my fists, my voice shaking as I yelled, “I hate you! I hate you so much!” I didn’t care if Lily heard me or not—I just needed to let it out.By nighttime, my cheek still stung from her slap, but

CLARAI continued stitching her wound, trying to focus on getting it perfectly done, but my thoughts drifted back to what had happened in the garden earlier. The memory of her slap and her hurtful words replayed in my mind like an annoying echo. Without meaning to—or maybe just a little intentionally—I pierced the needle into the wrong spot. “Ow!” Lily screamed, jerking her arm. “Be careful!” I looked up at her, acting like I didn’t notice what I did. “If you’d stayed home, none of this would’ve happened.” Her face twisted into a frown, and she glared at me. “So, it’s a crime now to hang out with friends?” she snapped. “Yes,” I said, keeping my tone calm, but I knew she could hear the hint of anger in my voice. “When it’s this late, it’s a crime.” She huffed and looked away. “How was I supposed to know something bad was going to happen? Don’t blame me for that.” I looked at Lily for a moment, trying so much to hold back the urge to yell at her. “I’m not blaming you,” I said, sti

CLARAI was just stepping out of the clinic when I saw it—Lucaa’s hand striking Dominic’s face in a sharp slap. Gasps filled the air, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. People were watching, their eyes shifting between Lucaa and Dominic. I expected him to react, maybe get angry, maybe say something—but just like always, he remained calm. He didn’t blink, he didn’t flinch. He just stood there, staring at her. Lucaa, on the other hand, looked furious. One hand was clenched into fist, and the other pointed at his face. And I could tell she wasn’t done. I didn’t think twice. I rushed to her before she could do anything worse. Or worse, get the devil in him speaking.“Lucaa, stop,” I said firmly, stepping between them. She was breathing heavily, her face red with anger. I didn’t know what had happened between them, but this wasn’t the place for it. People were already whispering. I gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. “Come with me. Let’s talk.” She resisted