Dear My Mafia

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ife. As the first child of Jasmine Miles and Arnold Pennington, Rose Pe

and worrisome. Unfortunately, Rose couldn't do anything to keep him alive. The savings she had after working at Aunt Liliane's s

er was also diagnosed with the same illness. Her condition wasn't as

ally, she would go out just to check on her c

lationship with a man she met at Aunt Liliane's restauran

well-built body, held many pr

ed to get married and live together, even before Rose really got to know this stranger. She didn't ta

rant slowly became empty, and her mother fell ill. Elliot started coming home less

ou doing t

f her bed. "Better. And how about you? Did you

ders quickly, then gently massaged Jasmine's covered feet under the white blanket. "Everything's fine. Aunt Liliane ju

n herself leaning against the wall with her pillow as support. Her melancholic blue eyes gazed at h

sted eno

like you rarely spend time

"I don't need friends, you know. Well... they just come a

, who had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her thin hands caressed the top of Rose's head.

furrowed Rose

ca

ey? Did he at least apologize for disappe

replied briefly, "

he direction Jasmine pointed with her hand.

t's for yo

a confused expr

paper on the table, opened it, and

ld only remain silent and wait for

me to my place tonight." Rose looked at Jasmine, then fl

t a goo

dress, Mom. Can't you see

ips. "You still have to speak p

liot. Rose pouted and closed the paper again before crossing her arms over he

se.

Elliot.' Are y

at first, wasn't he? He even bought you

buy my own things. He was just showing off, th

conversation before we star

he table, which she handed to the frail woman in front of her. "You should

h," Jasmine concluded as she accept

him. You just keep pret

table and adjusted her pillow position. Rose also made sure t

meet him?" Jasmi

ng about meeti

asmine admo

ssed her arms in front of her chest. "First, let me curse him, Mom. And second, yes, I will meet

you s

suddenly do

thought you

y. "I only hate him,

d waved after making Jasmi

feel comfortable even though she spent the whole day in bed. Rose never imagined that at such a yo

Rose knew to some extent that meningitis was one of the inflammations that occur in the meninges, the protective layer that cove

babies. But out of so many age groups, why Jasmine? Why he

leather jacket that she kept behind the

the plan that had been meticulously designed only stayed as a plan, never becoming a rea

't expect that the place Elliot referred to was a nightclub. She looked around, seeing several adult men and women entering and exiting through a

ehind and snapped her out of her reverie. S

use

doing here,

ront of her. She felt uncomfortable afterward. But her curiosity

rt-sleeved shirt furrowed his

u know

r. After laughing, he shrugged

Jean then? Is she

very im

ally?" she pretended to be interested.

ttered for a moment before leaning his face for

ed her eyeb

riginal position before f

screamed, "Hey, what'

man, who was much smaller than him, into the club. The loud music and colorfu

go! What

nd powerful body rendered Rose unable to do anything. She couldn't even resist the grip of the massive guard who continued

, was forced to enter a noisy and unfamiliar club. Even if the woma

doorknob and pushing the door in front of him. He didn't en

se no longer heard the

ating her sense of smell intrigued Rose. She followed the guard's gaz

d stopped right in front of Rose's face. Her brown eyes stared at Rose from head to toe without expression, then

earance turned her gaze back to Ros

furrow her brow curio

rd. However, her laughter was loud and pierc

lded her arms. One eyebrow raised and her gaze became sha

not s

ld you

nd quickly interrupted. "Whoa, wait! Hold on! There must be a misunde

continuing, "So... how did you manage to com

sed me a sum of money for tak-" Rose's words hung in the air as she finally realiz

se with questions. Instead, she shook her head and sneered. "I don't like your

m, please, I have been deceived, and I humbly ask for your

n my money to your stepfather. And..." Jean tossed a handful of money o

f money. She desired it, or rather, she needed it. Suddenly, her mother's face flashed through her mind. The money could sa

er. Even when she reached a suitable age, she had to accompany her mother. Rose was inexperienced in that area. Truly, she had no

ms crossed over her chest. She swallowed hard before

t even more if you serve th

stood up. Her eyes couldn't turn away from the alluring bil

But... you can't

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have your f