Allison POV It's been weeks since I was released from the dungeon, and I'm still in shock. Master Terrone's sudden mercy has me on edge - something feels off. Mistress Namiro has been avoiding me, but her piercing stares still make me uneasy. I don't know what her problem is, but that woman is unpredictable."Stop daydreaming and clean!" Master Leonardo barks, storming upstairs. His taunts are nothing new, but I've grown used to them. I continue cleaning the dining table, ignoring Venita's venomous glares. She can't touch me, thanks to Master Romario's protection, and that gives me a sense of security."Allison, get here now!" the head maid yells, her annoyance palpable. I sigh and hurry over, her malice-filled gaze following me. I understand her resentment - Master Romario gave me a week off, and the other servants are jealous. "I need you to help Carlos and the guards move the fittings," she says, her tone dripping with disdain. My eyes widen in confusion - I'm no guard, and I know
Romario's POVToday, I headed to the High Court of Justice in southern Italy for Tristian's hearing. I didn't have time for breakfast, so I grabbed a coffee at Costco on the way, needing the caffeine to stay calm during the proceedings. Ken accompanied me, just in case things went awry and Tristian started talking recklessly. We arrived at the court, and the judge was already seated with the prosecutors. We slipped in unnoticed, taking seats at the back to observe.The prosecutor addressed Tristian, "You're accused of human trafficking, and now your attorney claims to have evidence of your innocence. That's suspicious." Tristian's nervousness was palpable. Our attorney defended, "My client initially pleaded guilty to protect his family from the real traffickers, who threatened them. He's willing to reveal their names." The judge nodded thoughtfully. The hearing continued, with more debates and what I considered to be lies. I couldn't help but feel disdain for the court system, where b
Allison POVFor over two weeks, my failed escape plan was the talk of the manor, with most servants astonished that I was still alive. The masters punished me with tedious tasks for those two weeks, and Carlos avoided me since the incident where Master Romario slammed his head against the wall. After a month, the topic was finally forgotten. The head maid, who had also been given tedious tasks, stopped bothering me. Master Romario became somewhat nicer to me, using a softer tone, which made me feel special, but still, he was Master Romario - unpredictable and prone to sudden outbursts and slaps.One day, while I was lost in thought, Anastasia asked, "Why are you always daydreaming?" Rosita and Emily burst out laughing at my discomfort. Anastasia had joined our little group or whatever this was, and I rolled my eyes at their teasing. "Don’t you have work today?" I asked Anastasia, who replied, "I got the 'get lost' memo" with a playful wave goodbye as she headed to her duties.I was as
I woke up with a sense of despair, dreading the day ahead. It was my birthday, the anniversary of my enslavement. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled my parents selling me into slavery. I remembered the cold floor of the slave ship that brought me to Italy like it was yesterday. I wiped away my tears and stood up, glancing around my room. Emily was nowhere to be found, probably busy in the kitchen. With no early morning chores and Master Romario still away, I decided to search for her.As I walked to the kitchen, I forced fake smiles in response to the warm greetings from the other servants. Most of them were unaware it was my birthday, and I didn't plan on sharing that with them. Upon reaching the kitchen and slave dining area, I couldn't find Emily or any of the others. Resigned to spending the morning alone, I recalled the painful memories of my past birthdays. My mom would beat me and force me to silence, blaming me for our family's misfortunes. I sighed, opening my room door
Allison and her mother locked eyes, Allison's nervousness contrasting with her mother's shock and disdain. Her mother rubbed her nose, composing herself before speaking harshly, "What the hell are you doing here?" Allison took a step back, attempting to explain, "I wanted to see..." but her mother cut her off with a scream."You're a slave now, Allison!" her mother exclaimed, her annoyance palpable. Before Allison could respond, her father emerged to investigate the commotion. "Allison?" he asked, shocked, and Allison nodded with a small smile. "Come in," he invited, while her mother glared at him before rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath.Allison entered the house, telling Ken to wait outside, knowing should first talk to her family alone before inviting him in. As she stepped into the parlor, she felt a sense of familiarity and comfort wash over her. The house was just as she remembered it. Her father, who had apparently just returned from work at the bank, sat down to
Romario POVI'd been in Mexico for weeks, finalizing deals and attending meetings. But the call from my pet caught me off guard. Today's her birthday, and her request was surprisingly bold. I needed Ken to accompany her, as she might try to escape again - a thought that amused me.But my amusement was short-lived, as I realized I was still in a meeting with the Mafia panel. Jose's stern gaze brought me back to attention. "Is anything about what I just said funny, Mr. Romario?" he asked gruffly. I quickly composed myself. "No, sir."Jose continued discussing Officer Naveen Kumar, who had successfully taken down drug lords and was closing in on us. But I wasn't worried. It was unusual for Jose to lead this meeting, as my father typically handled such matters. Since the Venita incident, however, my father had been avoiding Jose, who seemed increasingly hostile towards us.As the meeting concluded, Jose signaled for me to follow him. We walked to his car, where he instructed me to pass a
Allison's eyes fluttered open to find herself in Romario's arms, his warm breath on her neck. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and she couldn't believe what she had done. She tried to slip out of his embrace, but Romario held her tighter. She poked him, and when he stirred, she feigned sleep. Romario chuckled, aware she was awake. "Come on, pet, you were quite courageous last night," he teased, ruffling her hair. Allison burrowed deeper into the blanket, embarrassed.Romario left the bed, whistling as he began his morning routine. In the mirror, he spotted bite marks and a hickey on his chest and neck. He laughed, surprised he didn't mind the marks from his pet. Usually, he disliked such displays of "ownership." Allison seized the moment to make a quick exit, but the door was locked. "Going somewhere, pet?" Romario asked, his sinister smirk making her flush pink as she recalled the master's dominant yet gentle kiss. "We need to talk about yesterday," Romario said, his to
Allison's POVThings had been progressing surprisingly well between Master Romario and me. He was being exceptionally nice, which seemed suspicious, but I decided to enjoy it while it lasted. As part of my morning duties, I went to his room to help him get dressed. After knocking several times, he casually strolled in, wearing only a towel around his waist, revealing his chiseled, tattooed chest. "My face is right here, pet," he teased, stepping aside to let me in. I blushed heavily as I entered and sat on the couch.Romario selected a shirt from his closet and asked me to choose a tie. I picked the black one, which made him look more intimidating. As I helped him with the tie, he stared at me intensely, making me swallow hard. He wore his shoes and seemed attractive, which caught me off guard."Come here, pet," he commanded, and I forced myself to walk over to him. He pulled me onto his lap, hugging me tightly as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His hot breath on my skin f
ROMARIO POVI woke up alone, assuming Allison had gone to do her chores. She insisted on it to quell the rumors spreading through the manor. Her determination to maintain appearances was admirable, but I wished she wouldn't feel obligated.Stretching, I headed to my father's office, curious about the news he promised. Hopefully, it was about the elusive mole Ken had been searching for. That traitor had been evading detection for far too long.As I entered, my father's gloomy expression matched the somber mood that had plagued him since Jose's departure. His eyes seemed to hold a perpetual shadow."Good morning," I greeted, taking a seat opposite him.He merely hummed, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, his brow furrowed.I rolled my eyes. "What's this meeting about?"Tristan's expression darkened, his voice laced with anger. "You tell me... You've been frolicking with that so-called pet slave of yours all over town."I sensed a lecture brewing."Why do you want to disgrace our fami
ALLISON POV I slowly opened my eyes to find myself nestled in Romario's bed, my face buried in the warm nook of his neck. His hand rested comfortably on my waist, a gentle reminder of his presence. This had been our sleeping position for weeks now, and I couldn't help but savor every moment of it. The familiarity of his scent, the rhythm of his breathing, and the security of his embrace all combined to create a sense of tranquility I'd never known before."Pet, are you awake?" Romario's low, husky voice snapped me out of my reverie, sending shivers down my spine.I stretched my body like a languid cat, arching my back and extending my limbs. Then, I turned to him, my eyes locking onto his. "Good morning, Master," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Romario's gaze held mine for a moment before he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered, sending warmth spreading through my entire body. Then, he stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and headed to the bath
THIRD PERSON POV An unsettling silence enveloped the manor as Jose stormed out, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. Romario swiftly intervened, dispersing the gathered maids back to their duties.Meanwhile, Leonardo rushed to Tristian's aid, helping him up from the floor where Jose's violent outburst had left him with a broken nose."Let's get you to your room," Leonardo suggested.As they navigated the corridors, Romario's mind reeled with questions. Who was this Gracia that Jose had passionately referred to as his "everything"? Why would Jose have someone else when he and Tristian had been together for over twenty years?Upon reaching Tristian's room, Leonardo gently laid him down on the bed."Thanks for your help, you can leave now," Tristian said.Romario's eyes widened in disbelief."We're not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Romario insisted.Leonardo nodded in agreement, but Tristian's expression remained resolute, his eyes guarded."It's none of your bu
ROMARIO POVI sat at my desk, engrossed in paperwork, when a knock interrupted my focus."Come in, the door's open," I muttered, not bothering to look up.Ken pushed the door open, escorting a shivering man into my office.My brow furrowed in confusion as I set aside my pen."Who is this?" I demanded, eyeing the trembling individual.Ken stepped forward."This is the gold dealer, Boss," he replied.My expression transformed into pure rage as I rose from my chair.This was the man responsible for jeopardizing our alliance with the Genovese family.I strode toward him, my voice menacing."So, you're the one who thought he could deceive me," I sneered.The old man quivered."We paid you for the purest gold, yet you delivered fake," I accused.He shook his head frantically."I swear on my life, I gave your second-in-command the real gold chain," he pleaded.I scoffed at his feeble attempt to deflect blame."Your life was forfeit the moment you decided to double-cross me," I growled.The m
ALLISON POV "Get your lazy bones to work!" Mera snarled, her sharp tone slicing through my thoughts like a razor. I shot her a withering glare before trudging towards the kitchen, tasked with preparing breakfast alongside Emily. My feet felt heavy, weighed down by the turmoil brewing within. As I walked, I made sure to steer clear of Master Romario's path. For over a week, I had been avoiding him, haunted by the head maid's ominous warning: "He'll discard you like the others." Those words echoed in my mind like a malevolent mantra, fueling my deepest fears. What if I wasn't enough? What if Romario tired of me, just like he had with the others? The kitchen's warmth enveloped me, but my thoughts remain icy. "You're burning the sausages!" Emily shrieked, rushing to extinguish the flames dancing in the pan. I apologized profusely, my face burning with embarrassment, as I opened the windows to clear the smoke. Emily's worried gaze met mine, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?
ROMARIO POV I woke up to the warm sunlight peeking through the blinds, illuminating my lavish bedroom. Stretching my arms, I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the party in Mexico. My mind drifted to Allison, my pet. Lately, she'd been avoiding me, and I couldn't understand why.As I packed my bag, my thoughts lingered on Allison's captivating eyes. What had driven her away?Just as I zipped my bag shut, a knock at the door broke the silence."Boss, your private jet is ready," Ken, my pilot, announced."Give me a sec," I replied, grabbing my bag.I took one last glance around the room, ensuring I hadn't forgotten anything."Ready," I said, opening the door.Ken nodded and took my bag. "We need to move if we want to make our Mexico City deadline."I nodded and followed Ken out the door.The warm sun hit me as we stepped onto the tarmac. My sleek private jet awaited, engines humming."All set, boss?" Ken asked.I nodded and boarded the jet.As
Leonardo POV My mind was filled with rage was I saw my brother, Ramiro sharing a kiss with Kate, I felt like slamming him into a world but I just ignored both of them and left to the front yard. I rushed into my car and drove out of the manor, the guards at the door were giving me weird stares but I paid them no mind. Life wasn't fair to me at all. I am Leonardo Ndrangheta, the second son of Terrone Ndrangheta, the useless son as most people like to whisper behind my back. I have always lived in the shadow of Romario, he is better than me in every aspect, and that infuriates me.I drove to the nightclub, “Favre” is the most popular club in this side of Italy, the owner is my bestfriend; Vinnie Paz. As I moved inside the club making sure to avoid the sweaty bodies, I made my way to the VIP section and sat there. I called the waiter to give me his strongest drink, I had also drank four shots of tequila when Vinnie rushed to my side and seized the fifth glass. “Give it back!” I push
Allison POVWeeks have passed since Venita's death, and while Master Romario tries to hide it, I can tell it still affects him. However, he seems to have moved on. As I cleaned the sitting room, Kate glared at me, but remained silent. When I mentioned her threats to Master Romario, he told her to leave me alone, and she's been doing that for over a month now. I've almost forgotten she lives in the manor.Today, I noticed Kate was having issues with Master Leonardo, who's been giving her icy glares all morning. "Master Leonardo, here's the water you requested," I said, handing it to him. He took it and drank, then smashed the glass on the floor, startling Kate and me. "That's how shattered I feel because of you!" he screamed at Kate before storming out.Kate rolled her eyes completely looking unfazed by his actions, and muttered, “he's such a drama queen”. I cleaned the broken glasses making sure none pierced into my skin. Kate concentrated on her movie and kept laughing completely
Romario POVI sat in the police van, my hands cuffed behind my back, struggling to understand the surreal situation. Venita's sudden death didn't make sense, and I couldn't believe Officer Naveen had arrested me for her murder. The throbbing headache worsened due to the siren noise, making it hard to think clearly.My dad tried to reassure me, "Stay strong, Mario. I'll call Steven and he would sort this out." I nodded, overwhelmed by the pain and unable to respond. I glanced at my pet, seeing tears fill her eyes, and muttered to myself, "Don't cry, baby. Pretty girls should never cry." But I knew no one heard me. The events of the past few hours seemed like a blur, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I knew I needed to stay strong and focus on clearing my name, but the pain and uncertainty made it difficult to think straight.Officer Naveen exchanged words with my dad before we drove off in the police van. I leaned my head against the window glass, staring at the passing