All Chapters of The Mafia's Frozen Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

[Darcy]A baby's cry greeted my return from work. I rushed to the nursery and was touched to see the tear-stained baby. I went over and hugged him. Briefly, he stopped crying and sobbed.“Do you miss Mommy? You know Mommy is coming home, but greet her with your loud voice. Why aren't you laughing? Aren't you tired of crying like this?” I asked.The six-month-old baby just rested his head on my chest. He sobbed because he had cried too much. I went back to work when he turned three months old. That was the only time I could give him my full attention.Keane was like any other baby when his mother was away, but he had a new habit. After he remembered the time I returned home, my son cried. My little one knew when I was coming home. If I were late, he would keep crying until I got home.“You can't go on like this, dear. I have meetings after working hours. I can't come home at the same time every day,” I cooed.My phone in the bag rang. The babysitter took my baby so that I could answer

My heart was pounding, suffocating my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My hands were tingling because I was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I breathed and hurried to get my phone from my bag.“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” a man said through the front door glass beside me. His friends stood in front of my car, pointing their guns at me. “Don't try to call the police, and get out of your car carefully.”I swallowed hard. Who among my enemies had sent those people? Were they going to kill me or hurt me slowly? My whole body was trembling. Catching my breath couldn't help me calm down.“Get out!” The man beside me knocked loudly on the door glass.I unlocked the car and opened it. The man pulled my body impatiently. "What the hell is this!? Who are you!?" I scolded, trying to get up the courage.“You don't need to know who we are.” The man glanced at the companion at his side. The second man placed a piece of paper before me. “Pay your debt.”I scoffed.

Misfortunes happened in my life and ruined my reputation, but I never felt that humiliated. I had money. The savings account was mine, in my name. How could the bank let someone else control it without my permission?My best friend smiled as we parted, but I knew she was laughing at me and my stupidity. My face heated up, unable to hide my humiliation. I was getting into my car when friend after friend called me to cancel our appointment.I chuckled. It wasn't a coincidence. Did Frida tell them I asked to meet to discuss work? My laughter grew uncontrollably loud. Then the laughter turned into sobs, choking my chest. Gosh. Betrayal was painful.I headed for the bank and strolled inside, where the priority customer service was. A woman greeted me, but I passed her by. I knocked and entered the room.“I want to withdraw all my money from this bank,” I ordered the woman inside.“Mrs. Cullen Channing, good afternoon. Please have a seat.” She stood up and gestured toward the chair across f

I hated local elections. All those candidates smiled in front of the camera, pretending to help the poor but blackmailing people like me for campaign funds. They thought I got all the money easily.“Let me handle it.” Enzo stood up and straightened his shirt.“No need.” I rose to my feet and walked toward the door. “The sooner they leave, the sooner the guests will be comfortable. I don't want to lose customers.”I waited for the elevator to go down to the ground floor while thinking of a sentence to counter the accusations of the police who came to my club. They didn't tell my men the purpose of their visit. So, I had to guess it myself.Arriving at the ground floor, I headed for the front door. After nodding to the security guard, I strolled into the room on the second floor. The waitress opened the door, and her colleague served food and drinks on the table.I sat down, awaiting the arrival of the troublemaker. I put an ice cube in a glass and poured scotch into it. I took a sip of