My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 8

Chapter 1

Ten years after our divorce, I ran into my ex-husband and my adoptive brother in Brooklyn.

We had not seen each other in years.

One held the keys to City Hall; the other, the throat of the city’s underworld, while I was running a tiny cake shop with a space no larger than a postage stamp.

The moment our eyes met, all three of us froze.

Then Dominic quietly hid the pregnancy test results behind his back, and Vincent slipped the jewelry he had bought for his sister into his coat pocket.

I lowered my gaze, packed the macarons, and handed the box across the counter with polite calm. “Your order is ready, gentlemen. Enjoy.”

The transactional coldness in my voice cut through them like a winter draft. As they reached the door, Dominic suddenly turned back.

“You once said you’d never make cheesecake again.” He paused. “I remember.”

I offered a courteous smile. “Youth is a fever, Mr. Mayor. Eventually, it breaks.”

Children were laughing out in the street, the sound muted through the glass door, yet it could not disperse the heavy stillness inside the shop.

The two men who had once worked together to drive me out of Manhattan still stood at the counter, unwilling to leave.

Dominic clutched the warm macaron box, his throat tightening.

“Rhea’s pregnancy symptoms have been rough. She thinks Manhattan is too crowded, too noisy. We brought her to Brooklyn for a while.”

He paused.

“And your mother… she came too. Do you want to see her?”

I wiped down a piping bag and shook my head. “There’s no need. Send my regards to Madre Natalie.”

I hesitated, then added, “Or don’t mention me. It may cause misunderstandings.”

Vincent’s fingers tightened, the knuckles going white. “Amelia, these past years, we actually-”

“Amelia!”

The door flew open, and Ember, her fiery red hair tumbling over her shoulders and a tiny nose ring glinting, barreled inside.

She wrapped herself around my arm and whined, “I’m starving.”

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A genuine smile touched my face at last. “There’s cheesecake in the fridge. Your favorite.”

“No,” Ember said, pouting dramatically. “Amelia, eat with me.”

I looked back at the two men. The smile faded. “Gentlemen, your macarons are ready.”

Dominic’s expression wavered when he heard “cheesecake.” Vincent stared at Ember’s lively antics and

swallowed the words he had almost spoken.

I took Ember’s hand and led her toward the kitchen. The automatic door slid shut, cutting off the view behind

1. By the time we came back out front, the shop was empty.

Ember spoke through a mouthful of cake, chewing on her fork. “Amelia, do you know those two handsome

guys? They don’t look ordinary. And the way they looked at you was… weird.”

“When they showed up, I saw that black SUV outside. And the guards by the door.”

“Turns out one of them is the mayor, and the other’s a mafia Don. What are two people like that doing together?”

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