Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 11

Gifts

Chapter 11 – Betrothed–1

I’m laying back on my bed, all cried out, when I hear a knock at my door. I raise my head and groan inwardly. What’s next?

Before I can get up to answer it, the door creeks open a little. I sigh. No such thing as privacy in the Mafia palace.

“Fay?”

My mouth drops open as I hear a voice that I recognize. I’m too shocked to speak as I see him peek around the door, smiling shyly.

“Are you okay, Fay?”

Daniel. I just stare at him.

He grimaces and comes into the room, pressing the door shut behind him. Then he leans back on it, staring at me, quirking his mouth into that sweet smile I used to love.

I groan and lay my head back on my pillows. “Go away, Daniel. We can talk about our engagement later.”

“Fay,” he says, and I can hear the apology in his voice. I hear him come closer to the bed. “Come on, Fay,” he says. “It could be worse.”

I open my eyes and glare at him. “Are you serious, Daniel?”

He shrugs and again gives me that charming smile, sliding his

“Shh!” He puts a hand out towards me and looks anxiously at the door. “Seriously, Fay, watch what you say. We can’t talk about that sort of thing here.”

I glance at the closed door, confused. “Can they hear us in here?”

“My dad has ears everywhere,” he murmurs. He turns back to me. “Are you mad at me?”

Daniel ever again, let alone have this weird conversation about why I didn’t want to be his mafia bride just

married to someone who loves me. Not to someone who is only marrying me because of who my father

look and I sigh,

attracted to

on the bed, reaching out an arm to put around my

marriages work out anyway, and at least we know we like each

look up at him, aghast. Is he

actually on board with this, Daniel? Don’t you

says, shrugging, his voice defeated. “This is not a world where what I want, personally, really matters. And with you, well. At least I know we get along, like the same things.”

huff a laugh at

you were really upset when we broke up!” Daniel continues, trying to be upbeat. “And I really am sorry about what happened in the coffee shop. But isn’t it kind of weird that we found each other out there on our own anyway, and we were engaged the

of my pain showing. I can’t help it – he was my first love, and he totally betrayed

a husband who is unfaithful to me,” I say,

to a hiss. “And I don’t want a husband who is into men, considering I’m a girl. Do you really want us to be

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Gifts

– Betrothed–2

for the door. “I get that you’re upset –

fervently at

we can talk about there. Please,” he turns worried eyes to me and I’m surprised to see true fear in his face. “You’ve got to promise to

big deal? It’s the twenty–first century – it’s so backwards to think that way about sexual orientation

world here, Fay – that’s why I spend so much time outside of it, at school, in

carry on the family line…not only will they consider me a failure, but it will cause

perfect face, feeling for him.

he knows it

like me,

not even wanting to

“make them denounce their sexuality,

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