His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

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.”

The sight of Cyrus was enough to make me drink bleach.How did he get involved anyway?

could not stand him and had never liked him. He was the perfect

with power, who tended to be too overconfident and ordered others around.

sir. Can I please know what you’re doing here because I don’t think this

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

this my fault? I’m the victim!”

“V-victim?”

his head, he paced back and forth while Alex calmed him down. “Elena, I’m not here for you-I’m here for Victoria,”

or not, I don’t care what you’re doing with your life, but I will stick my nose into your business when my daughter is involved-and you followed that

a single issue and would not understand why I did what I had

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

wedding, to his offensive words and the shooting. The only thing I had left out was the situation about Anya’s key. “So there you have it, after following him to get some answers-Marvin protected me from those bullets…and

citizen died, Elena,” Alex spoke. “These people would give their lives to protect their family. He

don’t know,

a killer, Elena!” My dad raised his voice. “Did you

I? But that didn’t change the fact

dad had a broken look on his face, the same expression which had always terrified me. I always seemed to disappoint him. “Then why!”

matter anymore, dad. It’s not like I’ll

him. “I have to go,” I spoke with a lump in my

I’m coming

a step, Cyrus stuck out his hand to stop him and

a grateful smile on my lips and nodded in response.

the officer in front of me and was close to passing out. Strangely enough, it felt as

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

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

know 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

“W-wife?”

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 worried for his life, so I did what I had

brushed his dark 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 me. “So, for how long have you known