Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Nine Elijah sat in their cozy living room, unaware that his life was about to change forever. The soft glow of the lamp painted warm patterns on the walls, and the scent of Selena's cooking lingered in the air. He watched his wife move gracefully around the room, her smile radiant as she set two plates on the dining table.As they settled into their seats, Selena looked at Elijah with a sparkle in her eyes. Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke the words that would send his heart racing. "Elijah, there's something I need to tell you."Elijah gazed at her, concern furrowing his brow. "What is it, Selena? You look like you're about to reveal a big secret."She took a deep breath and then said the words that would change everything. "I'm pregnant, Elijah."For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Elijah's heart skipped a beat, and his mind struggled to comprehend the enormity of her announcement. The room spun, and he felt like he was in a dream. A
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Elijah dialed Godfather Roberto's number, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was a pivotal moment, a make-or-break decision that would alter the course of his life forever."Roberto," Elijah began, his voice trembling with desperation, "you have to listen to me. You must cancel the divorce plans immediately. I can't lose Selena, not now, not ever."On the other end of the line, Roberto's deep voice resonated with authority, "Elijah, you're treading on dangerous ground. What's changed your mind so suddenly?"Elijah hesitated, his emotions churning inside him like a turbulent sea. "I've discovered something, Roberto, something about Selena. She's not who I thought she was. She's in grave danger, and I need your help to protect her."Roberto's silence hung in the air, pregnant with suspense. "Tell me everything," he finally said.Elijah recounted the events of the past few days, the mysterious late-night phone calls, the unexplained absences, an
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Nine Selena sat in her cramped dorm room at Harvard Medical School, surrounded by textbooks and the sterile scent of disinfectant. She had always been the studious one in the family, while her younger sister Nicki, often felt like a distant memory. They hadn't been particularly close in recent years, and Selena had grown used to her sister's absence.One chilly autumn evening, as Selena was immersed in her medical research, there was a soft knock on her door. She frowned, puzzled by the unexpected interruption. She opened the door to find Nicki standing there, a hesitant smile on her face."Nicki?" Selena blinked, disbelief in her eyes. She couldn't recall the last time her sister had paid her a visit at Harvard.Nicki shifted nervously, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Hey, Sis. Mind if I come in?"Without waiting for an answer, Nicki stepped into the room. Selena's heart raced as she closed the door. Her sister's visit was far from ordinary, and Selena's
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety TwoElijah, the formidable mafia boss, stood amidst the opulence of his lavish estate, surveying the new bodyguards he'd hired to protect his beloved wife, selena.The evening sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawns, and he found solace in the calm before the impending storm. But a cloud of suspicion hung over him, threatening to obscure his peace.He turned to Giovanni, his trusted right-hand man, and inquired with a tone that concealed his unease, "Giovanni, where is Henry?"Giovanni shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. He hesitated before responding, "Boss, I... I haven't seen Henry since the interviews. He was supposed to be among the new bodyguards."Elijah's brows furrowed as worry gnawed at his heart. Henry, his wicked stepbrother, had always been a source of trouble. The past was riddled with their childhood rivalries, and though they'd grown apart over the years, the fear of Henry resurfacing still
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Three The imposter, who had been parading as Henry, met Elijah's stern gaze with a cold, unyielding stare. He looked around the grand hall, seemingly unfazed by the luxurious surroundings, and then returned his attention to Elijah."I don't know what you're talking about. I've never heard of you or your family," the imposter replied, his voice remarkably composed.Elijah's heart raced as disbelief washed over him. He had expected some resistance, but the denial was unexpected. His voice grew more forceful as he demanded answers. "Don't play games with me. I have known Henry for years, and you are not him. Where is the real Henry?"The imposter maintained his façade of innocence, his eyes not wavering. "I have no idea who you are or who this Henry person is. I was hired as a security guard, and that's all there is to it."Elijah's patience waned as he felt the pressure of the situation closing in on him. He knew he needed to get to the bottom of this mys
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Four Elijah knew that he needed guidance in this delicate matter, so he reached out to his trusted contact in the Italian mafia, Godfather Roberto. After a discreet meeting in a dimly lit, secluded restaurant, he broached the topic."Roberto," Elijah began cautiously, "I've been approached by the local police, and they've offered protection for my family in exchange for information about our contacts in the Italian mafia. What should I do?"Roberto, a seasoned and wise figure in the world of organized crime, took a long drag from his cigar before responding. His voice was low and filled with authority as he advised, "Elijah, my boy, you must remember that we live in a world where trust is a rare commodity. Cooperating with the police, even for the safety of your family, is a dangerous game. You can never be sure where their loyalties truly lie."Elijah nodded, taking in the weight of Roberto's words. He had always relied on the guidance of the Italian m
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety Five Elijah, the young mafia boss, sat in his dimly lit office, a haze of cigar smoke swirling around him. He leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers idly tapping on the mahogany desk. His piercing blue eyes glistened with a mixture of determination and a hint of vulnerability as he contemplated the treacherous path he was about to tread.The room was adorned with ornate paintings and vintage furniture, a stark contrast to the criminal empire that Elijah had built. His cartel, known for its ruthlessness, had gained notoriety in the underworld, and power coursed through his veins. But today, his mission was different. Today, he sought to protect his empire with a deal that could change the course of his life.Elijah reached for his vintage phone, a relic from another era, and dialed a number he knew by heart. The voice on the other end was gruff but loyal, "Boss, what can I do for you?""Tony, I need you to organize my jet," Elijah said with a calm
Chapter One Hundred And Ninety SixAs Elijah's private jet soared through the night sky, his thoughts couldn't escape the weight of his actions. The darkness of his dealings loomed over him like an ever-present storm, but there was a glimmer of humanity within him that refused to be extinguished.As he prepared to land back home, the memory of the Brazilian streets haunted him. He had seen the desperation in the eyes of children, their small frames bearing the weight of a harsh world. Their faces, etched with innocence and sorrow, had stirred something deep within him.Upon arrival, the Hilux cars sped through the familiar streets of his city. Elijah stared out the window, his mind filled with images of the children he had seen in Brazil. He had been just like them once, a child born into a world of uncertainty and danger. His heart ached for their suffering.Then, as if fate were testing him, the convoy came to an abrupt halt. A group of children had darted into the street, their rag