Novels by Itohan

“Hey! I never asked you to carry me. Put me down!" Amira struggled with this hand, but nothing happened. Andrea walked straight to the entrance, still carrying Amira.His men were well-prepared and well-armed. Brenda then emerged holding some items that belonged to Amira.The staff, particularly the women, were shocked and jealous as everyone silently watched them depart the hotel.“Non sapevo che il nostro padrone fosse sposato.(I never knew, our master was married)” One of the staff members whispered, and the other who could hear her agreed.Amira felt embarrassed in Andrea's arms, her cheeks stained red, as she realized she was still on the man's shoulder and had called her husband in front of everyone.She closed her eyes, her hair falling all over her face, refusing to return the looks she was giving people, as the mumbles around them became louder.As they approached the car, one of his men opened the door for them, and Andrea gently dropped Amira off his shoulder and onto her

Andrea stared at the phone, fixed on the unknown number. No strange or unknown contact would reach him privately, which is why he had managers, a secretary, and his closest guard, Rex.He scoffed and threw the phone to the floor, wearing boxing gloves. He stood before the trainer, who was waiting for him to finish their round.He walked quickly to the trainer, throwing punches at him, filled with resentment. Despite the trainer's professional efforts to dodge all of his punches, Andrea was too quick.He continued this until one of his punches struck the trainer in the face. He felt a cut on his lips, but Andrea did not stop punching him, making the guards and the trainer more concerned about him than himself."Martini!" He mumbled, then escaped his grip and ran out of the ring. Andrea took a deep breath while staring into space, and in his peripheral vision, he noticed Rex approaching."Boss, I have given her the message; don't you think it is time to leave before something else happe

Andrea staggered, and Rex and his other Bodyguard, both wearing blank expressions, exchanged glances before exiting the room.Amira turned to face him, seeing him already wasted, and it was the first time she had seen him in this condition."Andrea?" Amira mumbled softly while staring at him as he approached her with a broad grin, which somehow alarmed her."What is this gorgeous lady doing on my bed?"Andrea groaned, unbuttoning his shirt roughily; Amira did not know how to react, so she just faced him and watched his every move.Andrea staggered to the bathroom without answering his question and remained there for a while, until the sound of a shower was heard."Is he fine now?" Amira had to question herself while paying close attention to his movements.He soon emerged from the bathroom, wearing his bathrobe, his jet black hair messy, and his face brightened as he noticed her staring at him.This was the first time they would be sleeping in the same bed, and Amira was already uncom

“Who is it?” Brenda emerged from behind the door, holding a tray and smiling softly."The boss asked me to bring this to you." Brenda mumbled and placed the food on a mini table beside the bed.“Where is he?” She asked, not because she was concerned."I probably had no idea, but he asked his assistant to tell me to get you some food."Amira sighed and opened the covered dishes, revealing one of her favorites.“Hmm spaghetti.” She mumbled, her mouth watering from the sight. She took a fork and began dicing the meal, eating it without patience."You have to be careful, or you will choke." Brenda smiled as she stood there with her hands on her waist, unlike back in the mansion, she was dressed normally rather than in uniform."Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?" Amira inquired, her mouth agape."I have to wait for you to finish so I can take the dishes." Brenda responded, pressing her lips together.Amira continued to eat without looking at her until she was full. She drank

La tua padrona, she's my wife!”.A deep voice broke the silence.“Signore.” The staff quickly composed herself, smiling to hide the fear that was written all over her face.“I…I didn't know….” She tried to say something, but nothing came out except a gasp. She turned to see Amira's evil smirk, and Brenda gave her the 'I told you so' look.He walked gracefully to the phone, which was on a golden desk, and mumbled deeply, exuding an intimidating aura. "Get Katrina here.""Ask her to come with some security men." He explained before dropping the phone and turning to face her, and the staff meant only one thing.That day, she was going to lose her job. Andrea appeared scary and different, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes sinking deeply into Amira's.Amira exchanged a look but could not look any further; why was he looking at her like that? She pondered, returning her gaze to the staff."Signore, please," the staff pleaded, her once proud and disdainful expression turned pitiful. Amira

(Note that some words will be written in Italian and translated into English. Please let me know if you understand Italian and don't be offended if it is incorrect; I used a translator for it. Thank you.)Brenda distracted herself from her thoughts by clearing her throat."Do you want to know a secret?"“A secret? What secret?” Amira inquired, successfully capturing her attention."I understand Italian, so maybe I can accompany you when you go back or escape. Because staying behind while you are gone puts me at risk."Amira hesitated, wondering as Brenda voluntarily let her go. Brenda read her thoughts and said, "You don't want this, don't you. Being forced into a toxic marriage doesn't guarantee you staying there.""Just because you were married for his benefit does not mean you have to tolerate every act, even if you don't want it."Amira pressed her lips and rubbed her temples in response to Brenda's suggestion. A person who longs for freedom would agree, but why now?She understa