All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Secret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LILYFor a thousand reason, I wanted to hate him so much, but my hidden love for him wouldn’t let me. Staring at his face alone was just enough for me not to do otherwise. Most times, he gave me reasons to fear him. Some other times, I just found myself loving every bit of him the more.Don’t blame me, I can’t help it either.I went to meet Dominic at the underground station where almost all the dirty task are being carried out. He was instructing a few men on what to do. As soon as his gaze met mine, he dismissed them.Mateo said you have something for me.” I said, already hating why I was doing this in the first place.“It’s more like a business deal,” he answered. “We’re to meet him.” He showed me a photo.“Who is he?” I asked, clearly having no idea who it was.“He is requested by Renzetti for having scammed him of a treasure worth ten million.”“So, what’s the job?” I asked.“Mateo wants me to act as a fake buyer, but I think it’s better if you play the role instead.”“Wait a sec

LILYWe returned back home.Meanwhile, the suspect had been dragged to Mateo’s office before us.The other men and servants welcomed us like we had been in a battle for a year. I’ll admit, I really loved the praise, it made me want to do more. I never knew this was how exciting it was to go on a human haunt.As we stepped into Mateo’s office, he was already standing before the man who was already shivering. “I’m pretty sure you know him as much as I do, and we both know who foolishly you scammed him, thinking he won’t find out.”The man shook his head, now he was crying like a child. “I only sold it at the original price.”“Original price?” Mateo scoffed. “Do you think we’re stupid to seize a man without a proper investigation? It’s worth ten million, but out of your greed, you decided to sell it double.”“I wasn’t being greedy, sir. The shipping fee and other expenses warranted the increase in price. My only gain was a million dollars.” Why do I feel like he was telling the truth?Bu

CLARAI went to the chapel as usual, trying to keep to the act of being a true Christian person. Initially, my reason was to check on Lucaa, we haven’t spoken for days now. If not mistaken, we last spoke the day she slapped Dominic.After our brief conversation which didn’t last long as usual, I headed back to the mansion. By the time I got there, Lily was seated in the living room, but not alone. Her wounds were treated by a doctor whom I guess was called by Mateo.Lily on her own wouldn’t dare involve a doctor like she refused to have one on the night of the attack. Mateo was the least I noticed because he had his eyes and attention on something else.He would only pay attention to Lily when she screamed or groaned too loudly. He didn’t say anything, though he looked like he wanted to.Lily’s breath was so rough that it looked like she had run a million-meter race. Her face was already stained red, and I could tell from the reddish colour of her eyes that it hurt so badly, and how m

CLARAIt started with a long, awkward silence that almost ripped off my heart. I had no idea how this would go, but I was physically and mentally ready for whatever question she’d throw at me.Then, she started, breaking the long silence. “How have things been with you and my son?” My heart skipped a bit. Even though I expected that question, I never thought it’d come this sooner.“Well, like I said earlier, all has been well between us.” I tried my best to sound real so she wouldn’t have to think I was lying.She nodded, “Has he mentioned marriage yet? Or are you two still in the fantasy of engagement?”I stared at her for the briefest moment, mentally thinking on how to shape the words. “Honestly, Mateo and I haven’t discussed anything related to that for the meantime.”She frowned. “What?” She questioned. “Why the sudden delay?”“Mateo has been handling a lot lately, and he rarely had time for himself, not to talk about anyone else.”“Even at that, you’re his wife-to-be, he should

MATEOThe man knelt before Renzetti, shaking like a leaf. His hands were pressed together as he begged for his life, tears rolling down his face like streams, but Renzetti felt nothing. No sympathy. No pity. “I swear, I’ll return the money in two days! Just give me 48 hours!” he pleaded. Renzetti smiled, tilting his head slightly. “Two days?” He repeated, pretending to consider it. “Fine. You have 48 hours.” He looked relieved, and it was obvious in the way he sighed. Fool. “But,” Renzetti added, his voice suddenly turned cold, “if you even think about running or going to the cops, I promise you’ll regret ever crossing me.” He nodded quickly, swearing with his life. “I promise, I won’t. I swear on my life.”“I’ll have my men watch you,” he continued. “One wrong move, and you won’t live to regret it.” “Thank you! Thank you!” he stammered, scrambling to his feet. Renzetti waved his hand dismissively. “Go.” He stood up, dusting his knees before attempting to leave. That was his f