Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 162

“But what does all of that have to do with me?” I asked when Hayden seemed to arrive at a good place to pause in his story.

I understood from the story that Hayden and Ethan were childhood friends and that Jack took care of them. They were both fond of this Jack person but what does that have to do with anything?

“Quite a lot actually. You see, Jack Witman is your father,” Hayden said as if it was no big deal.

HUH?! Impossible…

“No…my father…” I began denying.

“He changed his name. Everything about him that you remember is nothing more than a cover. His name, his identity, his looks, how he dressed, his job. Everything was fabricated. What you saw was his second attempt at life, one where he deemed would be more suitable for you to be raised,” Hayden explained swiftly.

“That’s impossible. My father had nothing to do with the mafia. He was just an honest businessman who always worked hard,” I stated firmly.

“That’s what you saw but before that he was Jack Witman. The right-hand man of Silva and the man who was working hard to unite Silva and Torex,” Hayden stated resolutely.

“No…I just can’t believe that. If I do then, everything during those years that we spent as a family together was a lie? That’s just…ridiculous,” I said, unwilling to believe it.

So, everything that I knew until now was a lie? None of it was true? Why did my father have to go so far to keep me away from the mafia? Was this why Hayden was asking me whether I wanted to choose a life for myself? I glanced over Hayden and saw that he had a very dark and grim look on his face and his eyes seemed faraway. I wondered what he was seeing in his mind’s eyes but the look on his handsome face told me that it wasn’t something pretty.

“That’s not quite true. I’m sure his love for you and his family was real. He did honestly work hard to live an honest life away from the mafia,” Hayden said with certainty.

“I see…” I mumbled softly.

“He did all of that for you just so that you could live a sheltered and normal life away from the mafia,” Hayden explained.

None of this was making sense. What happened to his dream of uniting the two gangs?

“What happened? What happened after that day? The girl who was born back then was me, right?” I asked, feeling that I was about to learn something even more important.

“That’s right. Your grandmother still calls you by your old name, Lisa,” Hayden said before he smiled a little sadly at me.

A slight pain stung my heart at the mention of my grandmother, and it reminded me of how much I missed her and her words.

“No, Lisa is my nickname. It’s shortened from Malissa,” I corrected his misunderstanding.

“Nope. Lisa was your original name. Malissa, your new name, was chosen by adding a syllable to your old name. You were born Lisa Witman,” Hayden corrected me in return as he shook his head slowly from side to side.

“My grandmother knew about all this?” I asked in shock.

“She did but how much she knew exactly, I’m not sure. She knew that your father was part of the mafia and of course she knew his name and your old name as well,” Hayden surmised.