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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Excited to be Luca
BENTLEY'S POVThe store manager approached us, with eyes shining with approval. "Mr. Luca, you look absolutely dashing," she exclaimed, her tone reverent. "That suit was made for you."Luca nodded graciously, his expression betraying a hint of satisfaction. "Thank you," he replied, his voice tinged with modesty. "Excuse me," I said, turning to the store manager with a smile. "Do you happen to have a leather jacket and trousers? I think it would really complete my look for the dinner."The store manager's face fell, disappointment evident in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ms. Bentley, but we don't carry leather jackets and trousers," she replied apologetically. "We specialize in formal attire for upscale events."I couldn't help but pout at the news, feeling a twinge of disappointment. "Oh, that's a shame," I muttered, mentally rifling through my wardrobe for an alternative.But before I could dwell on it further, Luca stepped in with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Bentley, if you don't buy
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD WELCOME TO THE VILLAGE
ACCALIA'S POV"Hey," I said softly and I sat beside him on the bench. "You look miles away. What's going on?"He shook his head, "I can't get any reception. I was trying to call Luca, to... I don't know, hear a familiar voice, maybe get some advice. And then it hit me, Accalia. Who would want us dead? This wasn't an accident. Someone planted that bomb. But why?"I took his hand and I ensured that my grip was firm and reassuring. "We'll figure this out. Together, okay? We're alive, and that's what matters right now. We've been through a lot, but we're not going to let this break us. Whoever did this, they wanted to scare us, isolate us, make us feel powerless. But look at us," I gestured around, "we're here, we're safe, and we're not alone. We have each other."I hoped that my words would stand as a strength he desperately needed, and I hoped that it would wash over him, grounding him back to the moment, to the reality that despite the trouble, we would figure everything out eventually
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Tea
BENTLEY'S POVI made my way to the front door cautiously, not trusting anyone anymore. "Hello?", I called out. As my heart began to pound in my chest in anticipation, I opened the door slowly. I prepared myself for possible violence. No one was there. No bandits either. But I was still worried, I had to admit that.my eyes flitting across the empty street before finally settling on Kito, whose face lit up at the sight of me. "Hey!" I smiled at his enthusiasm, but I still looked around warily to make sure that we weren't in danger."Are you both ready to meet the village chief?"Kito asked as he used his eyes to search for Don inside the house.I glanced over at Don and he returned my gaze. My stomach dropped when I caught the look in his eyes. Fear. It was all too much and for once I realized that I was afraid. Afraid of what? Of meeting another villager? Of becoming a stranger in this strange place? Of getting attacked while on meeting the village chief?Don walked to the door where
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Pregnant wife
ACCALIA'S POVAfter about 15 minutes of riding, the scenery began to change and the surroundings became even greener as if nature itself welcomed us home. The roads were wide and winding, and the buildings were old looking, with white wooden shutters hanging crookedly from windows.They resembled pictures I'd read about in books, like the stories my mother told me when I was little about fairy tales and magical places. The streets weren't nearly as crowded as in cities, but they were lovely nonetheless as families were walking around chatting.The road became bumpy and the trees that lined the road grew taller and longer, creating a canopy over the road. Birds chirped happily in the bushes lining the roadside and a gentle breeze passed us by sending goosebumps along my arms. It was like we had entered another world entirely.The sky became cloudier as well , and the sun sank low in the horizon, casting an orange tint across the sky. It felt like a part of me was missing, like the sun
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Model
ACCALIA'S POV"I guess I'll have to learn to appreciate all of this when I am older," the chief chuckled and looked at Don with understanding. "Do you want me to teach you a bit about the things you've missed out on, dear? I can make sure you're ready for whatever comes your way in the future.""That would be great." Don responded kindly."Alrighty then, let's begin." chief Orel exclaimed, his eyes shining brightly as he clapped his hands in excitement. "First of all, we need to talk about your marriage and children. What do you plan on doing about that?""I haven't really thought about it..yet."The chief nodded his head and glanced over at me with an encouraging smile before turning his attention back to Don, who was looking rather excited. He leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his knees and his chin was resting against his interlocked fingers. "No plans for the little ones?""I...don't understand."The chief raised his eyebrows at Don and laughed again. "Of course. I don
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Unexpected
ACCALIA'S POV"We shouldn't keep the pregnant lady hungry now should we?" The chief said, "Martha!" He called out and a young lady stepped out.she was short and plump with rosy cheeks and curly black hair, and she smiled widely when she spotted me sitting in front of the fire."Here is your dinner. Eat up quickly. Don't want you to fall sick." She grinned. The woman set a plateful of steaming meat broth on the table beside me along with a few other bowls of rice and some green vegetables."Thanks Martha." I said and began eating with a big grin on my face."I'm sorry if my cooking isn't to your liking, Lady Accalia, but I only had time to prepare a simple meal today, unlike the other people around here," she replied with a slight chuckle."It's okay. I love the smell, thank you for the offer Martha.""Of course. Anytime." She winked and sat down across from me."So far gone are you in your pregnancy?"I looked up from my meal to see that everyone was staring at me curiously.Even th
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Owners of romance
ACCALIA'S POV“I do love modelling,” I started, of course, I loved modelling so much but my family had been against it because the believed that if I modeled, it would be hard to marry me off into an influential family. “But I don't do it professionally, just as a hobby.”“Well, that's a shame, I mean, your husband owns a modeling brand.” Martha said again, this time she was really getting on my nerves.How was i going to explain that I was just finding out that my husband owned a modeling brand? I did not even know what he did at work!“Yes, such a shame but getting in through him would be nepotism, moreover we have a baby on the way.”“That's true, Martha stop prying into their private lives.” Chief Orel scolded sternly and that made Martha scoff.“That's okay, my wife will soon begin working as a model for me.” Don said and I stared at him in shock.My mind raced with confusion. Did I hear him correctly? Did he just say what I think he said? A model? Me? The image of me wobbling ar
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD The bus
Don shot me a sympathetic glance, his earlier proposal momentarily forgotten in the midst of the chaos. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to touch my hand again.I nodded, still processing everything that had just happened. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised," I admitted with a nervous laugh.Martha hurried to clean up the mess, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Maybe being a model wasn't so far-fetched after all. But one thing was for sure – life with Don was always full of surprises.While, Martha swept up the broken dishes, Don leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, I wasn't kidding about the modeling gig. I really think you'd be great at it."I couldn't help but chuckle nervously, still trying to wrap my head around the idea. "Yeah, well, it's definitely... unexpected," I replied, shooting him a sidelong glance.He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on, Accalia, admit it – you've always secretly wanted to strut down a ru
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