All Chapters of MAFIA'S REBORN WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELEANOR'S POV Bang!!!! I heard the loud sound of a gunshot behind me, making my ears almost bleed out. Turning around, I saw Mark covering his chest with his right hand. Following his gaze, I realized he had just been shot. "No!!!!!" I screamed, tears pouring out of my eyes as I watched my husband fall to the ground, his eyes turning lifeless. "H...how could you do this, you devil" I stuttered as I ran towards mark, covering his bleeding chest with my palm in a mere attempt to stop the bleeding, knowing fully well that he was already dead. Feeling like my heart was being twisted inside out, I cried out in loud sobs, my contact lens slipping out of my eyes from all the tears. "So it really is you" I heard footsteps slowly getting close to me, but I kept my head down, my gaze never leaving Mark's lifeless body. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!!" Liam raised his voice in anger as he held my hair on a tight bunch, forcing my gaze to meet his. "Ouch" I wince in pai

The owner of those striking eyes studied me with an unreadable expression. A hint of amusement flickered across his face before it vanished, replaced by his usual icy demeanor. "You've been staring at nothing for the past five minutes," he continued, crossing his arms. "Care to share what's on your mind?" I hesitated. The memory of Liam’s face felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, but why had it surfaced now? And why did it feel so… important? Shaking my head, I muttered, "It's nothing." His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn’t believe me, but he didn’t push. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, watching me carefully. But my mind was already elsewhere, replaying that fleeting memory again and again. If Liam hadn’t been kidnapped, then why was he there? And more importantly…what was his connection to Mark? Realizing I was deep in thought again, I cleared my throat, before saying "uhhm, can I get discharged?" While blinking my eyes sheepishly. My relationship w

Sighing, I decided to just rest for now and starting tomorrow, I can start planning my revenge. With one final glance at the mirror, I slid it back onto the bedside table and turned off the light. The room was quiet, the kind of silence that settles deep into your bones. I sank into the mattress, pulling the covers up to my chin, letting the darkness wrap around me like a shield. Tomorrow, everything would begin. I would find out the truth. I would remember. And I would make them pay. But for now… I let myself drift off to sleep, with vengeance quietly waiting in the corners of my mind. The next day Waking up to the loud sound of my alarm, I stood up groggily and trudged toward the bathroom to get ready for work. The steam from the shower helped clear the lingering fog in my mind, and by the time I stepped out, towel-drying my hair, I already felt more like myself...or at least the version of me I needed to be for today. Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully pu

I paused mid-step just outside the cafeteria, realizing I’d completely forgotten to ask Charles why he hadn’t been in the office earlier that morning. It had struck me as odd, but with everything else going on, it slipped my mind. I glanced back briefly, seeing him still seated, now lost in his own thoughts, or maybe pretending to be. Maybe he went on an errand for Mark, I reasoned silently, though the unease didn’t fade. With those two, nothing ever seemed coincidental. Still, if it was an errand, what kind of task required Charles to miss an entire morning at the office? Especially when Mark barely trusted anyone else. Shaking my head, I sighed. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was clear... I’d have to keep a closer eye on both of them moving forward. But Charles was a very trustworthy person in my past life, I can't see myself ever doubting him. "What got you so lost in thought, Elle?" A voice asked, snapping me back to reality. Raising my head, I smiled. "L

MARK'S POV Pulling the car to a stop in front of her apartment complex, I got down to help her. She was already fast asleep in the car, her head slumped against the window, soft breath escaping her lips. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly parted...completely unaware of the world around her. Sighing, I walked to her side of the car and opened the door gently, not wanting to wake her. I stared at her for a brief second before bending down and scooping her into my arms in a bridal style. She stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, her head falling against my chest as if it belonged there. She was light, too light. I tightened my hold on her as I made my way inside the building, nodding at the security guard who didn’t ask any questions, thankfully. Just as I reached the second floor, she mumbled something again, her voice barely audible. "Don’t leave me…" I paused, looking down at her. But her eyes were still closed. She wasn’t really awake. What exac