Semua Bab Caring For The Mafia Son: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Rachel's POVI made my way down the grand staircase to the main foyer, the soft pink dress fitting as though it had been made for me. My hair was neatly styled, swept back from my face with delicate white and pink clips. The makeup was subtle-just enough to polish, not to overpower.Simple white flats complemented the white embroidery woven throughout the fabric.I felt important like someone stepping into a moment meant to be remembered.I smiled as I descended, greeting the guards I passed along the way.Then I saw them.Leo, Damien, Vance, and the photographer with his equipment set up near the tall windows. Morning light poured in, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow.Damien was kneeling in front of Leo, who was tugging at his collar with both hands, his face scrunched in clear discomfort."It itches!" Leo whined."Just for a few more minutes," Damien replied, his tone hovering between patience and mild exasperation. "You can take it off right after."I walked toward them, a

Rachel POVWearing this necklace had made me giddy all morning-and oddly confident.It was nothing like the old one Damien had given me. That blood-red teardrop had felt like a collar, a mark of ownership.This one felt thoughtful. Pure. Romantic.Romantic?I paused mid-step in the campus courtyard, the thought catching me off guard.That felt like too much. Here I was, reading into things again. He'd given it to me as a gesture of respect. Recognition. Nothing more.Right?Mark stood a few paces behind, waiting patiently for me to continue walking.I shook off the thought and kept moving.Everyone had complimented the necklace since I'd stepped onto campus-classmates, professors, even the barista at the coffee cart. And now I couldn't wait to hear what the girls thought.We finally reached the café, and I spotted Chloe and Isabella at our usual table near the window.I jogged over, grinning. "Good afternoon!"I slid into the seat between them as Mark positioned himself a respectful d

Rachel POVThe car stopped in front of the familiar apartment block, the driver parking close as he turned off the engine."We've arrived, Mrs. Montrel," he said.I nodded, and Mark got out of the car from the backseat, opening the passenger door for me."Thank you, Mark," I said with a small smile. Even though he was doing this as a job, I still needed to show my appreciation.Mark nodded politely, standing beside me. "It would be better if I followed you in, ma'am. I know you want privacy, but it's for your safety."I nodded. "It's fine. Just hope you don't mind the rundown apartment." I tried to joke, though Mark didn't respond-just gave another curt nod.I began walking toward the apartment complex, climbing the stairs with Mark a few steps behind.Finally, I arrived in front of Dad's door and knocked.I heard a sniffling sound from inside, then shuffling footsteps before the door creaked open.Dad stood there, and my breath caught.He looked terrible.His face was pale and unshav

Rachel POVThe car entered through the familiar gates of the manor. Leo sat beside me in the back seat, with Mark seated across from us.Leo bounced in his seat, still buzzing with energy from the library visit we'd had after my lectures. He'd barely stopped talking about the new books Mrs Tiana had recommended.As soon as the car parked, I opened the door without waiting for the guards. Leo scrambled out beside me, immediately grabbing my hand."Are we going to the library night reading?" he asked, his eyes bright with hope. "Mrs Tiana said there'll be puppets and hot chocolate!"Right. The event.Today, the librarian announced a special family night featuring reading, crafts, and stories for the children. It sounded sweet, cosy, and normal."We have to ask Papa first," I said carefully as we walked inside.Leo's face fell slightly, and he looked up at me with big, pleading eyes. "Please try to convince him. He might say no because he's boring."I laughed softly. "Your father is actu

Rachel POVThe weekend was here, and today was the library event.As for Damien... I hadn't seen him much over the past few days. I didn't think he was avoiding me-maybe he was just too busy with the Raven situation. But I did hope he was doing better and wasn't going back to smoking and drinking.I stood at the kitchen counter, Leo seated beside me as we arranged the batch of cinnamon rolls we'd made for tonight.It was still afternoon, so we had a few hours before we needed to get ready.Leo, practically vibrating with excitement, helped me put the rolls into boxes, carefully tying red ribbon around each one in neat bows."Done!" he chimed happily, holding up a finished box. "Should we go get dressed now?""It's not time yet, Leo. Be patient," I said with a light laugh, gently tapping his nose.He giggled, swinging his legs from the stool.I looked up just as Vance entered the kitchen."Good afternoon, Rachel," he greeted."Hi, Vance," I said, smiling."Leo," Vance said gently, "cou