All Chapters of The Mafia's Adopted Princess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NOVARIA'S POV It had been a few weeks since Sylvester and I had shared that special moment together. And now something between us had changed. Not in a bad way thou. If anything, I had become even more attached to him. But now, whenever he looked at me for too long, or when our eyes met unexpectedly, my heart would race and my face would grow warm. I suddenly became aware of every little thing he did, and it made being around him both comforting and nerve-racking. Unfortunately for me, Sylvester had been drowning in work lately. "Daddy, please? Let's watch a movie," I begged, leaning against the side of his desk. Sylvester didn't immediately answer. He was busy shuffling through a mountain of documents spread across his desk. After several seconds of searching, he finally found the pen he had been looking for and released a relieved sigh. "Baby, I already told you," he said patiently. "I have to finish these reports." He finally glanced up at me. "And besides, didn't we alre

NOVARIA'S POV I sat frozen in my chair, still trying to process what had just happened. Moments ago, I had assumed this was nothing more than a business negotiation. A discussion that might arrive to an agreement. Instead, I had just witnessed four men casually threaten another mafia leader into accepting a partnership. And somehow...It worked. Across the table, Caruso's jaw tightened. The room fell silent. For a brief second, I thought things were about to go terribly wrong. Then, unexpectedly, he laughed. A deep, amused laugh. "Alright," he said, lifting his hands in surrender. "You got me." His eyes moved between the brothers. "I see you're still the same as ever, Muskegons." Sylvester leaned back in his chair. His expression remained calm. "Funny," he replied. "I was about to say the same thing about you." Caruso chuckled. "It's good to build new alliances." He swirled the wine in his glass before continuing. "I'll send one of my men in two days to finalize the de

NOVARIA'S POVFor a few moments, neither of us spoke. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of the curtains swaying in the night breeze.Sylvester sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on mine. His expression was softer than usual, yet there was something dark beneath it–a barely restrained anger that surfaced whenever my mother was mentioned.Finally, he spoke."No, Princess," His voice was calm but firm. "Your mother had no excuse to treat you the way she did,"I lowered my eyes but Sylvester gently tilted my chin upward, forcing me to look at him."She's your mother. Her job was to protect you, care for you, and make sure you felt loved," His jaw tightened. "But from everything you've told me, Morgana only made your life harder,"A lump formed in my throat. I couldn't argue with him. Not anymore.For years, I had convinced myself that my mother had reasons. That maybe life had simply been unfair to her. That perh

NOVARIA'S POV "Did you sleep well, princess?" Sylvester murmured against my hair as he carried me downstairs. "Mhm," I nodded lazily, my cheek pressed against his shoulder. "I dreamed about you," A dramatic gasp escaped him. "About me?" His hand continued gliding through my hair as he descended the staircase. "Yes," I yawned softly. "You, Chris, Collins, Kelvin, and I were all outside playing together," A smile tugged at my lips. "Funny, right?" What I didn't tell him was that the dream hadn't been funny at all. In reality, we'd been caught in the middle of a gunfight. People were screaming. Bullets were flying. And in the dream, Sylvester had pushed me behind him to protect me. Then he'd been shot. The image had felt so real that I'd woken up with my heart pounding. I didn't want him knowing that. Not today. Today, my only mission was simple–Keep Sylvester close. Very close. Sylvester clearly found my dream amusing. I could tell by the way his shoulders shook slightly

NOVARIA'S POV Sylvester returned after fifteen good minutes. The moment he stepped into the living room, his expression softened. I was still standing where he'd left me, clutching Angela tightly against my chest. My eyes were swollen from crying, my cheeks stained with dried tears. Embarrassment burned through me. Not because of the punishment. Not even because I'd been forced to stand facing the wall like a child. I felt awful because Sylvester had been upset with me. That hurt far more. I regretted acting that way, but it was kind of out of my control. Sometimes I just felt like it. The second our eyes met, all the stubbornness that had possessed me earlier disappeared completely. Sylvester crouched in front of me until we were eye level. His large hand gently tilted my chin upward. "Are you feeling better now, Princess?" he asked softly. His voice no longer carried that stern edge. Just concern. I wasn't that foolish not to reply. Infact, I nodded without a bit of hesi