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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Fourteen
Hope. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when i opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what I wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. Hope. I searched for more. Answers i needed to questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until i remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still,i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, beautiful . Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake.
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Fifteen
Damian I stood in the darkened room and watched as Hope slept. The strain of the frown i was wearing inserted a dull ache in my temples. Her chest rose and fell with her slight breaths, and even in sleep, tension furrowed her brow. I moved closer and touched my fingers to her forehead, smoothing them across the pale skin. She was as lovely as ever, even in her weakened state. Raven curls lay haphazardly against the pillow. I took one between my fingers and moved it from her forehead. It was longer now, no longer the shorter cap of curls that had flown about her head as she laughed or smiled. Her skin had lost its previous glow, but i knew restoring her health would bring it back. Her eyes had been dull, frightened, but I remembered well the brilliant blue sparkle, how enchanting she looked when she was happy. I cursed and moved away from the bed. It had all been a ruse. She hadn’t ever been happy. Truly happy. It seemed I had been incapable of making her so. All the time we were
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Sixteen
Hope. Two days later, i sat nervously in a wheel chair, my fingers clutched tightly around the blanket the nurse had draped over my shoulders. Damian was standing behind me as the nurse gave him my aftercare instructions. I Really didn't want to leave, atleast not yet. The man claimed to be my husband but I had no memory of him. It didn’t help the fact that he made me nervous and self conscious. He would make any woman wearing hospital gowns feel small compared to his dolce pants. The man was built different with blue eyes and hair as shiny as a new toy. How he chose me to be his wife still puzzled me. I was nothing like him. I straightened my maternity top that one of the nurses had been so kind to provide. I was about four months pregnant. I had no idea how I felt about the pregnancy. The staff at the hospital had been so kind to me, and leaving them to go home with a stranger felt like still stepping into unknown land. But Damian had said I had no family, or at least that's wha
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Seventeen
Hope. The next morning, I sat across Damian as he watched me eat breakfast. He nodded approvingly when I managed to finish the omelette he had prepared, and he urged me to drink the glass of juice in front of her. Looking at him, he didn't look like the type that would be caught dead in a kitchen. He had staff that did everything for him, but he had dismissed them all and prepared my breakfast. And the omelette was surprisingly delicious. Maybe the man had more to him than his thousand dollar suits after all. Despite mu anxiety and uncertainty, it felt good to be taken care of by this man, this strange sexy man. Even if i wasn’t entirely sure of my place in his world. He was solicitous of me, but at the same time he seemed distant. I wasn’t sure if it was out of deference to mu memory loss, and he had no wish to frighten me, or if this was simply the normal course of our relationship. "I had no idea you were so domesticated." i finally managed to say breaking the silence. He l
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Eighteen
Hope. My forehead wrinkled as my eyebrows came together. I pressed, trying to struggle through the thick cloak of black in my mind. Surely there had to be something, some spark of a memory. “Yet I wasn’t harmed,” i said in disbelief. “A fact I’m very grateful for,” Damian said. “Still, it must have been very frightening.” A sudden thought came to me, and my hand flew from his in alarm. “Was anyone else hurt?” Again his gaze flickered away from me for just a second. He reached up and recaptured my hand then brought it to his lips. A soft gasp escaped me when he pressed a kiss to my palm. “No.” I sagged in relief. “I wish I could remember. I keep thinking if I just try a little harder, it will come, but when I try to focus on the past, my head starts to spin.” Damian frowned. “This is precisely why I do not like to discuss the accident with you. The doctor warned against causing you any upset or stress. You must put the incident from your mind and focus on regaining your strength
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Nineteen
Hope. I dozed off, and when I woke up, i looked at the clock by my bed and saw that an hour had elapsed. I felt refreshed and drew away the covers, wanting to get up and move around. The constant rest was starting to make me restless. Though i was dressed in soft pajamas, I nevertheless reached for the silk dressing robe lying at the foot of my bed. Tying it around my body, i walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, where i found Patrice. I smiled at the other woman and assured her i was feeling well when she prompted me. Patrice nodded approvingly, and as if sensing my need to be alone, excused herself. I took the opportunity to explore the spacious penthouse. I walked from room to room, acquainting myself with my home. Only it didn’t feel like home. I could see Damian in the style and makeup of the decorations and furnishings, but I couldn’t see anything that made me feel as though I had made any mark on the apartment. For some reason, that discomfited me. I felt like
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Twenty
Damian I watched her go and cursed under my breath. I dragged a hand through my hair before i sat down and reopened the laptop. A quick check of the browsing history showed she had done nothing more than research memory loss and a few articles about my company. Another check of my files indicated none of my business documents had been accessed. I cursed again. I had reacted badly, so harshly , but seeing her using my computer had immediately put me on guard. I propped my elbows on the desk and held my head in my hands. My meeting with the detective in charge of the investigation into Hope’s abduction had been an exercise in frustration. They had little to no information to go on, and the one person who could supply it couldn’t remember. There were no new developments regarding where she had been for the past month. Hope hadn’t been rescued as the news had led viewers to believe; rather, she had been abandoned by her kidnappers, and an anonymous caller had alerted the police on he
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chapter Twenty One
Hope. I stood in the closet of the bedroom Damian had given me, staring blindly at the row of clothing hanging in front of me. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and concentrated on what to wear. I rummaged through the many outfits, but none of them felt like me. With an unhappy frown i turned to the row of shelves that lined the right side of my closet and saw a stack of faded jeans next to several neatly folded T-shirts. I reached for the jeans, knowing that this was what i felt most comfortable in. But when I unfolded the first pair, i saw that they weren’t maternity pants. They were not going to fit. A quick search of the rest yielded the same results. I turned back around and flipped through outfit after outfit on the hangers and saw that they, too, were not suitable clothing for a woman in the more advanced stages of pregnancy. Why did i have nothing to wear? I glanced down at the bulge of my stomach. While i wasn’t huge, the waistlines of the clothing in my closet
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