The Mafia's Heir

Chapter 32

"I don't want to attend any of the dinner parties. You can whore around however you like. Looks like you and Afan had a great time last night. Ever think of me?"

"We didn't even do anything. I'm not a whore."

"You sure do dress like one."

I glared at him, but didn't get up. There was no point when he was just going to let me walk off without a word. I wanted him to know that his words didn't faze me. I was going to stand my ground and wait until he calmed down and apologized.

"Daniel..." I started. He only crossed his arms and gestured with his head towards the door. I was not about to leave just yet. Maybe this is what happens when you tell your husband you've hated him for most of your life. "No. To be honest, this isn't about you. It's about our reputation. About us. If you don't show up, people are going to think that you're either a coward or mad."

"Now this is about us?"

"Fair point. But, I'm being truthful. Think of Lucio. If I go alone with him, people are going to think I had an affair and you're pissed at that and don't want to be seen with me."

"Who would think that about their future queen?" he asked. "No one is going to assume you had an affair. They're going to assume that you're single and you left me, because I'm a Black."

"Technically speaking...you're not a Black."

"What do you mean?"

Some men are really useless and dumb.

"You told me you had your name changed before you came to America. You're not a Black, Daniel."

"Oh...right."

Dang. He's one dumb guy. I just wish he wasn't dumb in this situation.

"What's your real name anyway?" I asked. He didn't say anything for a while. I stood up and walked over to him. His face was impassive and showed that he didn't want to say anything. "Danny," I cooed. "Tell me. Don't you love me?"

Maybe that hit a little close to home. We just got done talking about that stupid argument and now I'm rubbing it in. Just tell me, dang it.

Daniel looked up at me and frowned. Yeah, I went too far. I was so surprised when he pulled me closer and stared at me with so much emotion that I was nearly gasping for breath. My head was spinning and I couldn't concentrate. He was doing weird things to me. Ah! I was losing ground. He was trying to make me forget about asking him about his real name. He's nervous.

"Daniel. Or should I even call you that?" I snapped and pulled back.

"I don't like my real name," he muttered. "It's Woo sfkgksn..."

"It's what, baby?"

"I said Wojfsdon..."

"Speak up. You're mumbling."

"...Uh." Daniel's hands reached for mine. What was wrong with him and his real name? I didn't like to be called Lily Dale. That was probably the worst moment of my life.

"Woo...Youngmin."

What?!

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"You told her, didn't you?" Alexandre asked and smirked.

"What was I supposed to say?" Youngmin asked. "It's not like she was going to stop bothering me about the matter anyway."

"You know her family has hated yours. She has hated you since...she knew what hate was."

"How was I supposed to know that?"