All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Secret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MATEOI was so vexed that I left without saying a word to anyone. I didn’t care to notice Isaac De Mante even when I could clearly hear him calling my name.“Get me out of here!” I ordered, and without questioning, my driver drove me off. “Damn!” I yelled, slamming my fist at the passenger seat. “Bruno!”“Is everything alright?” My driver asked, staring at me from the rearview mirror.“Just drive me home and quit asking.”As soon as we arrived home, I didn’t wait for him to open the door, I did it myself, slamming it behind me. I stormed into the mansion, only to meet the three women engrossed in a conversation. My appearance caused them to stop, and I stopped abruptly, staring at their faces.“Mateo, is everything alright?” Mom asked, giving me a questioning look. “You look... angry.” She gasped, pointing at my face. “Please don’t tell me you got into a fight with someone.”My gaze shifted from her to Lily, who looked concerned, and then to Clara who had a confused look on her face,

MATEO“There might be people who can’t express how concerned they are, but that doesn’t mean they don’t care.” I watched as tears clouded her eyes as she said that.Why do I feel like there was more to this than just words?No one has ever dared to speak back at me, not to talk about raising their voices. letting them say a word without dishing out the consequences wasn't a thing to me. But for some reason I wish I knew; I couldn’t do anything while I watched her talk to me like a kid.I listened to her. I’ll admit, I hated myself for my actions even though the last thing I wanted to do was show it out.“I’ll leave you to rest,” she said, heading for the door. “Sorry if I bothered you though.”I watched her leave, shutting the door behind her. For a moment, I just stood there, cursing at myself for looking weak and stupid before her. I hated how I couldn’t do anything; I hated how I couldn’t treat her like I did to the others who crossed boundaries. Not even my ex could stand it when

MATEOIsaac sat before me; our wines were yet untouched. He didn’t look frightened, nor concerned. He was only curious why I had called him here.“You said you wanted to discuss something with me, right?” He stated. “I’m listening.”“How come you knew all this while and yet you said nothing about it to me.”Isaac furrowed his brows, “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”I slammed my fist on the table. He didn’t flinch, like he knew I was going to do that. He only blinked his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, De Mante.” I growled.“Maybe it’s time you go straight to the point, son. I honestly have no idea what...”His words were only pissing me off, I couldn’t hold back. “I stared at Isaac, my chest tightening with anger and betrayal. My voice was low, but the weight behind it was impossible to ignore. “You knew the truth about my father’s death all this time, and you said nothing?” I asked, my hands clenched into fists. “You let me live believin

CLARAI wasn’t expecting him to notice that. If anything, I wasn’t expecting him to have thought there was something more. Why would my life have to be so complicated? Was it a crime to ever be loved or fall in love? Worse, to someone who wants you to share the same bed with him, yet expects nothing from you at all.“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the contract so soon.” He had this smile that made me want to slap it off his face. “Or do I have to remind you of it?”At this point, my heart was beating so fast, his closeness was so intimidating that I doubted I could survive for the next five minutes. Mentally, I wished he’d create the longest distance between us.As if he read my thoughts, he pulled away. “I bet Lily would be waiting for us,” his smile grew even wider. For God’s sake, can he just stop smiling? “Let’s not keep her waiting.”I was left alone, wailing in my thoughts. I hated myself for being too cheap to be read. I never thought he’d find out one of these days. I never th

CLARAI sat on the stone bench in the garden, my fingers gripping the edges as I fought the tears that refused to stop. No matter how much I told myself to forget him, my heart wouldn’t listen. It was like a chain, pulling me back to him even when I knew I should run. “Clara?” I turned at the sound of Lucaa’s voice. She’s been walking helter-skelter for the best ice cream since we came here. She didn’t let me follow her when I wanted, she kept emphasizing on my baby. Staring at her, all I could see was concern written all over her face. I quickly wiped my tears and forced a weak smile. “You’re crying,” she said as he walked closer. “What happened?” I let out a shaky breath. “It’s nothing. I just—” I sighed. “I don’t understand myself anymore, Lucaa.” She sat beside me, waiting patiently for me to continue. She was always like that—calm, never forcing words out of me. “It’s Mateo,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “No matter how much I try to stop my heart, it