His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika

Chapter 285

Elena

With a heavy heart, I almost dragged myself down the stairs as I made my way to the living room. The sun had risen, meaning there was no running away.

“What the…”

I stopped for a second after hearing multiple voices in the living room and wondered what was going on. What were Victoria and her dad doing here?

Full of curiosity, I hid behind the wall so I could eavesdrop on the conversation. “So she sent him an email without knowing it was him.” I heard my dad’s voice. “She didn’t do it on purpose?”

Anger took over as I realized Victoria had been telling my entire household my business without my knowledge. Maybe it was for the best, I mean-at least I didn’t have to say to him myself.

“So this is what you’ve been doing instead of working?” Cyrus Schmidt spoke in his unfriendly tone. “Daring someone as mentally unstable as Elena to message an inmate?”

As mentally unstable as Elena?

That man was even more judgmental than my own dad and kept poor Victoria as his hostage. “No offense, George. We all know Elena has been through a lot.

“None taken.” My dad and Alex spoke at the same time. As if things couldn’t get any worse, they had apparently wrongfully diagnosed me as well. “It’s like I can’t even recognize my own daughter anymore… “Sir, I am so sorry-and I take full responsibility Victoria apologized. “After I realized who he was, I texted her, and she left straight away. She explained. “She told me that she wouldn’t talk to him anymore, and she was pretty serious about it-so I think the wedding is just an unfortunate coincidence and—”

“Yes, yes it was.”

All heads turned towards me as I entered the living room, and Victoria got up from the sofa. “E-Elena, you’re here.”

“Yes, it’s my house.”

“S-sure,” Victoria spoke. My dad and Alex shot me unimpressed looks while Cyrus raised his eyebrow. He cleared his throat. “Elena, don’t be like that-we’re all trying to figure out how to help you after you’ve announced to the entire universe that you’rehis—”

“His name is Marvin.” I corrected him.

“His wife.” Cyrus finished his sentence while rolling his eyes. “Come on, just sit down and tell us what happened because the wedding being a coincidence is no good explanation for how you ended up being his wife.”

to make me drink bleach.How

him. He was the perfect example of

to be too overconfident

due respect, sir. Can I please know what you’re doing

up from the sofa. “He’s here because of you!” He pointed his finger at me. “This is all

my fault? I’m the

“V-victim?”

calmed him down. “Elena, I’m not here for

care what you’re doing with your life, but I will stick my nose into your business

Someone as privileged as Victoria could move on with her life without a single issue and would not understand why I did what I had

saying another word, I sat down on the sofa. “I’ll only explain it once, and that’s

the shooting. The only thing I had left out was the situation about Anya’s key. “So there you

citizen died, Elena,” Alex spoke. “These people would give their

head. “I don’t know, Alex.

My dad raised his voice. “Did you really forget about

change the fact that Marvin saved

the same expression which had always terrified me.

dad. It’s not

have to face him. “I have to go,” I spoke with a lump in my throat. “I need to get to the police

I’m coming

take a step, Cyrus stuck out his hand to stop him and shook his head. “Let

grew a grateful smile on my lips and nodded

Strangely enough, it felt as if I was the one getting investigated, and it was

not the most ideal setup for someone as claustrophobic as myself. “Are you okay?” The officer cleared his throat, looking just

to realize that he planned on getting some answers out of me, which was not all

him pushed a cup of water in my direction. “T-thank you,” I muttered, taking a sip. “I want to know why you said you were Marvin

“W-wife?”

dripping from my forehead as I thought of the correct way to fix my mistake. One wrong comment could put everyone’s life in jeopardy. “As I told you, he took a bullet for me–and I

brown curls to the side and looked at me with his emerald eyes. The sides of his lips curled suspiciously, showing that he didn’t trust