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?”

bed, feeling awkward. I never wanted to see Daniel ever again, let alone have this weird conversation about why I didn’t want to be his mafia

who loves me. Not to someone who is only marrying

me a worrying look and I sigh, watching my words.

isn’t attracted to

sits hesitantly next to me on the bed, reaching out an arm to put around my shoulders. I

marriages work out anyway, and

look up at him, aghast. Is he

board with this, Daniel? Don’t

a world where what I

laugh at

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

Daniel, it’s fake,” I say, looking at him with all of my pain showing. I can’t help it – he was

who is

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 in a fake marriage for the rest of our lives? Just because it’s what your dad

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Gifts

– Betrothed–2

the door.

fervently

worried eyes to me and I’m surprised to see true fear in his face. “You’ve got to promise to keep it a secret.”

him. “Why is it such a big deal? It’s the twenty–first century – it’s so backwards to think that way about

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

If I don’t get married, don’t have kids to carry on the family line…not only will they consider me a failure,

face, feeling for him. He’s

he knows it

me, Fay?” Daniel

head no, not even wanting

out of them,” he says, “make them denounce their sexuality, who they are, and

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