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

Chapter 385

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Fabio High School Diary 3-

I said it would happen, and it did.

Yesterday, father told me that after graduation, I was to marry the transfer student-Snooper.

I had no say in any of this, and all of it has already been decided. She’s not a good person.

Now I don’t feel like writing anymore…

I let out an unexpected sound of laughter, reading through Fabio’s old journal. To think that he had once been just like any other teen, dealing with parental pressure and decision he didn’t want to make, was quite amusing.

To think that the same man who hadn’t cracked a laugh with me before his passing, turned out to be such a comedian, made it all even funner.

The woman he had mentioned, Snooper, somehow intrigued me, as she reminded me of Aria.

Someone who would stop at the cost of nothing, to get her way.

As far as I was concerned, Mom was Fabio’s first wife, which made me curious about how that woman was doing at the moment. She had surely dodged a bullet.

One I couldn’t avoid.

Literally.

I closed the diary, leaning back in my chair, and let my mind wander back to the events of that day.

The day Fabio shot me because I chose Christian over him, only to get stabbed in the back by him-just like he had warned me.

Even back then, I learned that Christian only went back to save me because Serena told him so. Had it not been for her, he would’ve let me die-just like that.

He didn’t value our friendship.

He never had, and the altercation at the warehouse proved my point.

saw Aria sitting at the kitchen table as if

whether she had gotten any

I greeted her, taking the seat across from

enthusiastically, then she leaped out of her chair to pull me into a warm hug. “How did you

I didn’t know where she found the courage to wrap her

warehouse and grabbed the necklace first thing in the morning.” She pointed out, reaching for the small object in her

“Here you go.”

the necklace, making a

words last night when I

was all a misunderstanding.

my eyes about Christian but regarding the necklace? I was pissed as it was once again proof of

help but

called compassion, and it wasn’t her. It was her upbringing.

had enough people around me to know that

to,” Aria said, her voice filled with excitement. “And

I replied, watching her walk back to her seat. “So,

put together a new

Why would we need to put together a new team?”

trust people nowadays,” Aria huffed, pretending to

this. She was one to

to beat Christian at his own game, we’ll have to recruit people who aren’t

giving

especially Christian, should know we are the

I nodded.

this team, we should sell the weapons at the weekly auction, just like it’s written in

a collection of notes from a bag, scattering them on the table. “I have thought of some potential candidates, as well as trying to come up with the right idea

work ethic. Aria was dense when

worried about whether it would work out or not, because I knew

and was shocked by her ability to do so.

her impulsive behavior, I also had to admit that she genuinely seemed to care about me. She knew I had nothing, I had nothing to offer, and wouldn’t make the

I pitied her.

I really did.

“I could divorce you after all