All Chapters of Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

Chapter 140 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I was getting married in four hours, and I couldn’t find my left shoe. “It’s under the vanity,” Allesia said without looking up from where she was fastening Vivian’s necklace. “You kicked it there twenty minutes ago when you were panicking about your vows.” I dove under the vanity, emerged with the shoe, and immediately forgot why I’d needed it. “Was I panicking about my vows?” “You’ve been panicking about everything,” Millie said cheerfully from her position on the floor, where she was steaming the hem of my dress with surgical precision. “Which I find very entertaining, by the way.” “I’m glad my emotional breakdown is amusing you.” “It’s your wedding day. You’re allowed to panic.” Stacy appeared in the doorway with a champagne bottle and enough glasses for everyone. “In fact, I’d be concerned if you weren’t losing your mind right now.” Vivian and Millie had arrived at the villa at dawn with the dresses, makeup artists had invaded at eight, hair

Chapter 142 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Kegan had rented an entire island. Not a resort with other guests we’d politely ignore or a villa with staff hovering discreetly in the background. An actual private island off the coast of Spain—some tiny dot in the Mediterranean that apparently belonged to a friend of a friend who owed him a favor. That favor, apparently, involved handing over the keys to paradise and disappearing for a month. We’d been here three weeks, and I was starting to forget what wearing clothes felt like. Reason being that the island had given my husband ideas. Lots of ideas. Creative, inventive, occasionally physics-defying ideas about what two people could do when given absolute privacy, tropical heat, and unlimited time. Currently, I was sprawled face-down on a daybed on our private beach, completely naked, with the Spanish sun baking my back and absolutely zero motivation to move. Ever. For any reason. “You’re going to burn,” Kegan said from somewhere

Bonus Chapter Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ We’d been back three months, but every morning still felt like discovering something I’d thought was impossible. Estelle was sprawled across three-quarters of the bed, one leg thrown over mine, her hair everywhere. I extracted myself carefully—she’d murder me if I woke her before eight—and padded downstairs. Our home. The villa had been a place I kept things, a headquarters, somewhere to sleep between crises. Now it was where Estelle’s shoes ended up in random locations, where her design sketches covered the dining table, where the kitchen always smelled like her favorite meals. I’d turned into one of those pathetic married men I used to mock. I was completely fine with it. Coffee first. Then I’d deal with whatever crisis Marcel had texted me about at three AM. Something about a shipment and ‘complications’ which, in Marcel’s vocabulary, could mean anything from minor paperwork issues to someone actively shooting at him. A notificat