Ruthless Mafia Innocent Love

Priyank, Daisy, and Mary all looked back to see who had just spoken in the middle.

Priya, who was standing at the back, saw Mary with tears in her eyes, which shocked everyone.

She had been sleeping but woke up upon hearing the loud voices. She immediately recognized Mary’s voice, which made her heart beat rapidly. Without wasting any time, she rushed out, not even caring about her injured feet.

Priya half-ran there and saw Priyank literally talking to her mother.

Mary looked at Priya, feeling pain as she saw her sweet, innocent girl.

Her eyes examined Priya, seeing how pale she was, with her feet bandaged, which made her feel sadness.

What could she expect from someone who had forced her daughter to come with him? But seeing Priya’s situation, she didn’t know how to react.

Pain and anger were the only things she wanted to react to, but facing Priyank, she knew she couldn’t.

“Priya,” Mary spoke as she moved forward.

Priyank, shocked by Priya’s tears, felt an urge to do something to comfort her, to wipe away the tears from his Angel’s eyes.

He wanted to stop Mary, but he couldn’t.

The atmosphere, the surroundings, were all thick.

“Mother Mary,” Priya moved forward too, approaching Mary and embracing her.

The familiar scent of Mary, the warmth of her hug, everything made Priya burst into tears.

She never thought she would meet anyone again; she thought Mother Mary had forgotten about her, which was why she didn’t come to protect her.

But now, seeing Mary standing there, fighting for her, made her heart feel relieved.

She had a family, or at least someone or people around her who would be there for her no matter what.

Mary’s tears started falling too, as she tightly hugged Priya. She only knew how much she had endured when she was without Priya.

Her mornings had always begun with Priya and the children in the orphanage; even the slightest change had made her feel uncomfortable.

Here she was, tormented by the thoughts of how Priya had been kidnapped, and she had been unable to do anything about it.

“Why did you come so late, Mother? You know how scared I was. I missed you so much,” Priya’s voice trembled with emotion as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Mary’s heart ached as she wrapped her arms around Priya, feeling her daughter’s pain deeply. She could sense the fear and desperation in Priya’s words.

How much suffering Priya had endured in this place tore at Mary’s soul. The thought of what Priyank, this stranger, had put her through filled her with rage and sorrow.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I came as quickly as I could,” Mary whispered, her voice filled with regret and sorrow.

“You came too late, Mother. I thought you had abandoned me. I was so scared,” Priya’s voice quivered with emotion, her words echoing with the pain of abandonment and longing.

Mary’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces at Priya’s words. She held her daughter tighter, trying to convey all the love and comfort she had missed during her absence.

Priyank clenched his fist, feeling a surge of jealousy as he watched Mary being so close to Priya.

The sight of the older woman, perhaps a mother figure to Priya, ignited a jealousy within him that he struggled to contain when it came to Priya.

And here Priya was, crying as if he had done something terrible to her.

What had he done wrong?

Sure, there were a few things, but nothing he felt Priya didn’t deserve. He hadn’t done anything truly awful, yet Priya was crying as though he had imprisoned her.

Which he hadn’t.

‘Are you sure?’ his inner thoughts taunted him, but he immediately pushed them aside. According to him, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Daisy felt a bit less guilty, knowing that Mary had the chance to see Priya. If Priya hadn’t woken up, this opportunity wouldn’t have arisen.

But she was relieved that this moment had occurred. She glanced at her son, who appeared angry.

Her  son was always a good son, but a worse human being. She had never imagined he would behave this way toward a young girl.

Daisy had always hoped that her son would change for the better once he fell in love. And he had, but unfortunately, he seemed to be spiralling into a worse state.

He didn’t even seem to understand what love truly meant, and his behaviour reflected that.

As Daisy observed her son’s demeanour, a pang of disappointment washed over her. She had raised him to be kind and compassionate, yet his actions now contradicted everything she had instilled in him.

“I’m here with you, Priya. Don’t cry, sweetheart,” Mary tried to soothe Priya, who was crying continuously in her arms.

Priya closed her eyes, uncertain if she could find calmness amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

The events that had transpired were beyond her comprehension, but one thing was certain: they were bad.

“Stop crying, Angel. You’re going to dehydrate yourself,” Priyank interjected angrily, attempting to calm Priya down, though his efforts seemed futile.

“I don’t want to stop crying. My mother is here now, and she’ll show you what happens when you hurt her kid,” Priya retorted defiantly.

Mary held Priya even tighter, unsure of how to make her understand that speaking to Priyank in such a manner was unwise. Priya’s innocence and childlike mindset often landed her in trouble, but dealing with someone like Priyank was a whole new challenge.

Mary herself was unsure of how to protect Priya. She lacked the strength and power to confront a billionaire like him. Despite her doubts, she knew she couldn’t abandon Priya in this situation.

Priyank raised an eyebrow, torn between the urge to laugh at Priya’s defiance or to lash out at her for her audacity. Did she truly believe that an old lady could pose any threat to him?

It seemed that Priya had learned nothing, despite his efforts to teach her a lesson about not crossing him. She remained as naive as ever, the epitome of lameness in his eyes.

Even Mary seemed to grasp her own insignificance in the face of his power, yet Priya had yet to come to terms with it.

As Priyank contemplated this, a smirk played at the corners of his lips.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“So, you’re sure?”