Lahat ng Kabanata ng In the arms of My mafia Ex: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

Lily MontgomeryThe taxi door opens, and the cold New York air hits my face like a punch. I pay the driver and step onto the sidewalk, pulling my coat tighter around my body. Winter in the city has always been cruel, but this time it feels even harsher. Maybe it’s because I’m different. Maybe it’s because, this time, I’m alone.People rush past, some immersed in their phones, others lost in their own worlds. Typical. The city’s frantic pace has never changed, but something inside me has. I feel out of place, as if New York is no longer my home. Or maybe it never was.It’s strange to be back, especially for such a cruel reason: my mother’s death. A whirlwind of emotions surges in my chest, heavy and confusing. I can’t say we were close. My mother was always a difficult, distant woman, as if there was something about me that reminded her of a past mistake. But in the end, she was still my mother. And now, she’s gone.I left New York four years ago to finish my degree in Literature. At t

Is it going to take long?" I muttered from the backseat of the car.That road seemed endless. And I was getting more and more afraid of this whole situation, questions swirling in my mind. What could my biological father possibly want with me?In the best-case scenario, he wanted to get to know me, make up for lost time. But why not come to me in person, instead of sending his bodyguard with a gun pointed at his daughter's head?The vehicle stopped on a street I didn’t recognize until then. There were enormous houses, and one in particular caught my attention.It had huge gates, a beautiful gate, the kind you only saw in movies. In front of it, a large fountain, and a garden."Get out of the car, miss," the man ordered, opening the door for me.He walked toward the large house, a mansion, so I followed him. My legs weakened, and I didn’t know how to act. I had to be threatened to come here—what kind of man was he?"Mr. Romano is waiting in the office," the woman in black uniform greet

Matteo SalvatoreI extinguished the cigar and glanced at the surroundings out of the corner of my eye. There was nothing I couldn’t handle, no problem big enough to shake my control.The large glass door to my office opened, letting the cold wind of New York in and hitting my face. It had been a while since I’d seen summer, but the snow and cold didn’t bother me; they were just another part of the city.I saw myself in the glass of the door. I quickly looked away and saw Silvia, my blonde secretary, walking in. She looked as perfect as always, but not even that distracted me."The boss has an appointment, Mr. Salvatore.""Thank you, Silvia. There’s no way to forget this one." And I really couldn’t. The appointment wasn’t with just any woman; it was with my future wife, the woman I left behind years ago without giving her any explanation.I knew I didn’t deserve forgiveness. My life had never been easy. I grew up in a poor neighborhood, living with my mother. But the Salvatore blood wa

Lily MontgomeryThis mansion was eerily silent. The portraits scattered along the hallway seemed to watch me with every step I took. My gaze fixed on one particular photo: a blonde woman with expressive eyes and a subtle smile. She was beautiful. There was something melancholic in her eyes, something that made me hesitate."Mary was a good wife," Luigi's voice—or rather, my father's—echoed behind me. I slowly turned around, my heart tightening in my chest."Didn't you want to have children with her?" I asked, trying to ignore the feeling that I was trapped in a snare."It was a marriage of convenience. There wasn’t enough love for that," he replied.An ironic laugh escaped my lips before I could stop myself. "It seems like this family is used to that.""Lily, I don’t want you to think that way." Luigi sighed, crossing his arms. "Arranged marriages are common in the world we live in.""I'm not part of that world," my voice came out cold, firm.He looked at me for a moment, then bluntly