Falling In Love With My Mafia Stepmom

ionaire. I know that car is expensive. If she came here for his money, then how the hell does she have that kind of car? Or was it a boyfriend? Someone else she's seeing who came to pick

oice replied from the other side. "We live together and the maid isn't around." Jace stood up and walked toward the door, then opened it. His father stood there, staring at him. Jace frowned. "Why did you do that? Why did you do something like that?" his father asked. "What do you mean? Why did I do something like what?" Jace replied. "I don't understand what you're talking about. And if you're here to lecture me, then please-just leave my room." "Hey, little boy," his father snapped. "Mind the way you talk. Don't forget you're under my roof. I can kick you out if you push me." "Okay, I'm sorry. So now, what did you come here to tell me? Because you're invading my privacy," Jace said. "You know exactly what I came to talk to you about," his father replied. "Why did you speak to her like that?" "What do you mean by that?" Jace asked. "I'll say it again-why did you talk to her like that?" his father repeated. "And I'm going to say this too-why are you talking to me like this? What are you trying to say?" Jace snapped. "Serena is going to be your stepmom, whether you like it or not. So you'd better behave yourself, little boy. You have everything you could possibly want. Money has given you happiness, comfort, and luxury. How many cars do you own? I bought you three-expensive ones. You have more than enough money. You even have one of my debit cards with millions of dollars on it. You could use it to buy anything you want, even a house if you felt like it. So why are you still being stubborn? I really don't like your attitude. "If you were in my shoes, do you think you'd live twelve years without a wife?" his father asked. "You say I can buy anything I want," Jace replied, voice sharp with emotion. "But can money buy back my mom's life? No, it can't. So stop throwing money int