All Chapters of The Mafia's Frozen Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[Darcy]Sinclair hated me. His eyes were blazing that night as he grasped my cheeks tightly. My whole body trembled, but I dared to face him. I didn't know what I had done to him in the past.I didn't remember being close to or knowing a man named Sinclair Wyndham. Looking at his face didn't remind me of anyone. He might have misunderstood me like Taylor. My cousin said I had many exes and slept with many young men.That accusation was weird. Did everyone judge me like that? What was wrong with having a boyfriend? I ended the relationship before getting into a new one with another. I didn't sleep with all my exes because only a few were genuinely affectionate towards me.“You guys are so wild. I heard you banging at dawn. Was that not enough for you to do it again in the morning?” Taylor teased. She leaned against the kitchen counter, enjoying a glass of orange juice.“Shut up, Tay,” I snapped.“Sinclair talked about marriage. He's serious about you. Your relationship was brief. Culle

[Sinclair]I held back my anger vigorously at the redness on Darcy's face. Someone had sown something dangerous into her mask or makeup. That woman must feel so uncomfortable and helpless. She was so frightened to see her reflection in the mirror.The doctor confirmed my guess. Her face's condition wasn't due to a food or drink allergy but the use of unsuitable makeup on her face. From the severity of her skin, harmful substances were mixed with her compact or moisturizer.I left Darcy while the doctor and nurse gave her first aid. I took out my phone from the inside pocket of my jacket. “Ask all the security guards to check Darcy's bag. Either her compact or moisturizer is mixed with a dangerous substance.“Then, have them check the dancers‘ and instructors’ bags and lockers. The culprit must be one of them. Only they know where Darcy's bags and lockers are. Do it neatly. I don't want the guests to see any commotion,” I ordered.“What happened?” Enzo asked.“Darcy's whole face is red

[Darcy]I wore a hat, sunglasses, and a mask before exiting the car. Scott followed me to the entrance of the meeting room. I removed my head and face covering at the inspection but put it back on when the officer found out why I was wearing it.I sat down in the available chair. The place was quiet, unlike my visit on Saturday. There was only me in the large room. The door to the room opposite me was open. An officer entered and held the door open for a woman.My heart squeezed tightly at the blue bruises on the woman's cheeks. Her right eye was as red as blood, although it had faded. What prison was it? Why did the guards let another inmate beat up a prisoner every week? My mom could die before finishing her sentence.“Darcy, thank God you came,” Mom sobbed. "I thought you were angry with me and didn't want to come anymore. I'm glad to see you're okay."My eyes heated up, but I refrained from crying. Thankfully, I wore sunglasses. So, Mom couldn't see the water in my eyes. What happ

Scott took cover behind the wall near the entrance. He watched our surroundings as he pulled out his phone. I stood behind him, letting him protect me with his body.I couldn't understand what was happening. Why did Scott pull me back to the lobby and protect me? What hit the pavers earlier? People around the place glanced at us and whispered with the person at their side. Others walked on without paying attention to us.“We can't get to the parking lot,” Scott said to the person on the phone. “Oh. Good.”“What's wrong?” I asked in confusion.“We're going to the car. Rocco's out front.” Scott took my hand and pulled me out.“You haven't answered my question. What's wrong?” I strode at his side.Scott looked around us as he opened the car door for me. “We'll talk later. Hurry up and get in.” He held my head to keep it from hitting the car roof.I sat down, and he closed the door. My heart was pounding. Scott's actions were confusing. He sat in the front seat next to the driver. After h

[Sinclair]I needed shareholders because I couldn't manage such a big company alone. They helped me when I was a new leader by buying shares, giving advice, and sharing their experience in entrepreneurship.However, I wasn't that young Sinclair Wyndham. My horizons were broad and my connections were numerous. I wasn't afraid of anyone's threats because even the biggest shareholders were replaceable. I had many acquaintances who wanted to buy shares in Wyndham Finance.Henry Swan was the largest shareholder after me. He held twenty-five percent while I held fifty-one. I agreed to some of his suggestions out of respect for him as a senior. However, his threats wouldn't deter me."I won't forbid you and the shareholders from withdrawing funds or selling your shares. I'll gladly buy them at their current value. If it's not big enough, I'm willing to add ten percent so you don't lose out," I said.“What did you say?” Henry was surprised by my response. “You don't have enough money to pay my