All Chapters of In Love With His Coldhearted Mafia Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Normal. I'd forgotten what that felt like.I dumped the dirty dishes in the sink and stared at the empty fridge trying to calculate how many more meals I could stretch from my last grocery run, when a knock came at the door.I peered through the peephole and saw Mrs. Olivia from 2B, a sweet older woman that usually bring us lavender and too much zucchini from her garden every sundags. “Eva, dear,” she said when I opened the door. “I hope I'm not bothering you.”“Not at all.” I stepped aside to let her in. "Is everything okay?""Oh, everything's fine. Better than fine, actually." She clasped her hands together, her eyes bright. “My niece, Sharon, you remember Sharon? She was at Lily's birthday party last year?”I nodded, though the memory was fuzzy. A lot of people came to Lily's party with their kids, I don't really remember which of them was Sharon."She's in a bit of a bind. Her little boy, Marcus, is turning five on Saturday, and the woman she hired to do the party planning cancel

I wiped the kitchen counter, and tried to peel the pancake syrup off Lily's chin with a paper towel, when my phone buzzed against the granite of the kitchen counter.It was an unknown number. I think I need a new number.I wiped my hands on my jeans and picked up the phone, answering."Ms. Bishop?" A woman's voice, professional but not cold. "This is Rachel from Brightwell Partners. I received your application last night."I exhaled in relief. Jenna had asked for my resume last night to submi, because as much as there was a vacant position and she loved my work it still didn't mean I'd get accepted. "Yes, hello.""Jenna spoke very highly of you. We're in a bit of a time crunch, as I'm sure she mentioned." She paused and I heard the sound of paper rustling. "Would you be available for a quick interview this morning? Around ten?"This morning?I glanced at the clock on the microwave. 8:04. Less than two hours.I can do that.“I'll be there,” I said, already running through the mental c

I lowered myself onto the couch slowly, one hand braced against the armrest, while Chloe fluffed pillows behind my back and Mira disappeared into the kitchen to make tea.Lily was already in her room, coloring at her small desk, Mira had bribed her with a new pack of crayons to give me a few minutes of quiet."You need to lie down," Chloe prompted, for the fifteenth time."I'm sitting Chloe, that's enough, I can lie yet, my body hurts.""The doctors should've waited before discharging you. How are you supposed to sleep tonight."“I'll take some pain killers–” A knock suddenly came on the door.Chloe and I exchanged a look. She crossed to the peephole, peered through, and her shoulders tightened."The cops," she said quietly.They were probably here because of the accident. I heard a couple others got injured and wanted to sue until they heard the driver died and the other driving the truck had some head Injuries. "Let them in."Chloe pulled the door open to reveal two officers stood i

Kids got fevers. Lily had them all the time, runny nose, cough, high temperature but they disappeared after a night of cartoons, orange juice and some medication. But why wasn't this one leaving.Was it because of the fall?While Chloe pressed Mira for answers that night as to who her one night stand was Lily had fallen. Someone, she had gotten on her bed and started jumping, she slipped and leg bruising her arm and giving her a cut behind her ear.Turns out she was cold and had to do the exercises her homeroom teacher taught them; jump to ward off the cold. And since then she's been running hot. She would fall asleep on the couch while eating, she didn't argue when I carried her to the bath, and she wouldn't even take candies.I took her to a couple hospital and they all say the same thing, it's just fever, she caught a cold and the fall worsened the whole thing, but that didn't explain the tiny bruises around her arms and legs that I can swear didn't come from the fall.We've gott

Doctor Wright handed me a small paper bag filled with pill bottles. Suppressants, he called them. Medications to hold Lily over for at least a week, to give her body a fighting chance while I made a decision.“This isn't a cure,” he said, leaning against his desk. The office was small, cluttered with medical journals and framed photos of his own children. “It's a bridge. It'll keep her stable, but it won't fix the underlying problem. The trial is still her best option.”I looked down at the bag in my hands. The weight of it was nothing. The weight of what it represented was everything.“A week,” I said.“Maybe a little more. But don't wait until the last minute. The foundation's approval process can take days, and Lily doesn't have days to waste.”I nodded, tucking the bag into my purse. “I'll go tomorrow.”“I've already sent over Lily's medical records. They know you're coming.” He paused, his expression softening. “Eva, I know who Jace is to you. I know what his family represents. B