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The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 122
“Alright, let’s settle already!” Xaire cheered, lifting the mood. “The food must be waiting for us.”Xavier's hand instinctively wrapped around Margarette’s small waist. Even after decades together, he never lost his interest and love for Margarette, his Wildflower. With four kids, his top priority remained his wife, the one who continued to brighten his world. While he loved his children dearly, he knew they would eventually create their own families, but he and Margarette would be each other’s constants for the rest of their lives.Xieb smiled and nodded at his father as they settled at the table.“Good evening, ma’am, sir,” Khein formally greeted, bowing his head in respect.Margarette gasped, her eyes filled with anticipation, while Xavier offered Khein a firm nod of acknowledgment.“You must be that boy, right?” Margarette asked, her eyes twinkling. “You’re Rosey’s boyfriend, aren’t you?”Khein flashed a shy smile as he blushed. There was no doubt that this woman was Rosette’s mo
The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 122
Chapter 122The hospital room felt heavy with tension as Rosette sat on the bed, facing her father with a mix of guilt and determination in her eyes."Dad, I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice soft but resolute.Her father's stern gaze bore into her. "How can you be so reckless, Rosey?" he scolded. "Do you think you're ready for that?"Rosette looked down at her lap, her hand instinctively resting on her flat stomach. "I-I don't know yet, Dad. But I'm pretty sure Khein and I will be able to manage. Besides, I'm no longer young, we both have stable jobs, and we're now engaged. Though pregnancy is unexpected, it's already there."A heavy sigh escaped her father's lips. "When I agreed to have you borrowed by that motherfucker, getting you knocked up was out of the agreement. That boy clearly took advantage of the situation and had you knocked up! What a piece of trash! I should just have shot him in the head instead!"Rosette bit her bottom lip, her gaze distant as she recalled the chao
The Mafia's Wild Flower Chapter 124
Chapter 124THE WEDDING—FINALE!The air in the dressing room buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. Rosette, in her stunning wedding gown, stood surrounded by an air of anticipation. As she glanced into the mirror, her mother, Margarette, approached with a warm smile.Margarette delicately adjusted a few strands of Rosette's hair, her eyes reflecting a mix of maternal pride and sentimentality. "You look absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart," she said, her voice filled with a mother's tenderness.Rosette took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. "Mom, I can't believe this day is finally here."Margarette enveloped Rosette in a gentle embrace, sharing a mother-daughter moment that transcended words. "You've grown into a remarkable woman, Rosette. Khein is a lucky man."As they held each other, Rosette's father, Xavier, entered the room. There was a distinct mixture of sternness and vulnerability in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of this day.
The Mafia's Wild Flower BOOK 3—PROLOGUE
PROLOGUEI don't know where I am. All I can see is nothing but darkness. I lost count of the days I spent in this room I am staying in. I'm so hungry—starving even. I couldn't even remember when was the last time I ate, or remember why I was here in the very first place.To be honest, I don't know. I just woke up one day and realized I was in total darkness. How did I end up here? That's also a huge question for me. I can't remember anything before this. It was as if the world had plunged into an abyss, and I was left floating in an endless void.Did I get kidnapped or something? Was I taken? The last thing I remembered was sleeping in my room after the last shift of my part-time job in the convenience store a block away from the apartment I was staying at.After that, none. I can't remember anything.Did I... die? But that's not possible because I can feel my whole body. I am even starving. I am not dead yet, but barely living.I tried to piece together the fragments of my memory, gra
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I slowly opened my eyes as I heard hushed voices around me. My body felt sore and heavy despite the soft and comforting mattress I was laying in. My head was spinning and my throat seemed to be sore and raspy when I tried voicing out my thoughts.The first thing that caught my eyes as soon as I woke up was the mirror ceiling right through the bed. I stared at my own reflection. My body seemed to have lost a lot of weight the following days. My cheeks were almost hollowed and my cheekbones were awfully sowing. My green eyes seemed to have lost its color, and my usual short, blonde hair has grown so long and thick.I can’t move nor speak. Questions filled my head, but I couldn’t find the energy to speak out loud. At that moment, I just wished to sleep again and never wake up. It was as if I have lost all my motivation to continue living, which was pretty odd. Because why would I think of such a thing? I am a very positive person, and to think that I didn’t want to live anymore felt so g
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I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res
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It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
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Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatement—I was ut
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