Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0141

Chapter 0141

“Oh,” I say, frowning and feeling guilty all of a sudden. “I didn’t mean to — I’m sorry —*

“Romulus,” Tristin calls, and I look up at her, still standing stern by the door. Romulus lets go of me and runs to her. I followclosely behind.

Tristin gives me a steady stare as I climb the steps to her house, her expression unchanging when I attempt an awkward smile.“He’s mad at you,” she informs me, stern, as I approach her. I don’t have to think very hard to figure out that “he” means myfather, not little Romey here. “You watch what you say — or you'll make hell for all of us, even when you leave.”

“Oh,” I say, red creeping into my cheeks. “I'm sorry — I never meant — “

“No,” she responds, narrowing her eyes a little at me before turning to open her door. “I don’t suppose you do think about howany of your antics affect us. Not at all.”

I open my mouth to protest but then shut it as I follow Tristin into the house. Because it’s right — I haven’t thought about it. Not atall. But then again, it's not really my fault that my father treats her poorly. I sigh, feeling a headache start at the back of my headas I follow Tristin and Romulus into the sitting room. This is a level of family drama I never signed up for.

My father starts in on me the moment I step into the room.

“What the hell do you think you’re toying with, girl,” he demands, glaring at me as Tristin and Romulus make their way to thecouch. Romulus goes a little pale as he looks at his dad and then back at me with wide eyes.

I sigh and look down at my feet. “Can you please tell me what you mean?”

“You know precisely what I mean,” he snaps. “Ending the engagement that I negotiated for you at birth? Messing around withthat boy — Ivan — behind my back?” Alden slams his hand on the arm of his chair, making me jump as my eyes snap up to his.

“Isn't that what you wanted?” I ask, a little scared as I spread my hands wide. “I mean — you introduced me to Ivan — you wantedme to end the engagement -”

“No, you foolish child,” my father counters, angry. “I wanted to end that engagement for you, on my terms. I wanted to negotiatea relationship with Ivan, or use it to leverage other connections. Instead, you’re out there making ridiculous decisions — wavingyour cat all over town —*