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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Just reminiscing
DON'S POVPersonally, I recalled the day we arrived, greeted by the happy villagers who had all welcomed us with open arms, and they were also believing that Accalia was expecting a child. The news had spread like wildfire and soon enough, Accalia and I found ourselves at the center of attention, receiving well-wishes and advice from every corner of the village.One particularly hilarious memory stood out: the village talent show. Accalia and I were talked into participating, despite our feeble protests. I remembered how I had attempted to juggle three oranges while reciting a poem about love and vegetables. Needless to say, it ended in disaster, with oranges rolling everywhere and the audience erupting into fits of laughter.Then there was the cooking competition, where Accalia was convinced by Maria to enter her infamous "experimental stew that I had told her about." I had begged her not to subject the villagers to it, but she had been determined to prove me wrong. The looks on the
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Reputation
DON'S POVI continued chatting with Kito, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. It took me a moment to realize that the change wasn't in the village or the people around us but it was in me. Around Accalia, I found myself being sweeter, more attentive, and dare I say it, more loving.But of course, being the stubborn man that I am, I refused to accept it. It had to be the effect of the village, right? The fresh air, the slower pace of life, the constant presence of chickens—it was all getting to me."So, Don, have you been enjoying your time here?" Kito's voice broke through my thoughts, bringing me back to the conversation at hand.I nodded, forcing a nonchalant smile. "Yeah, it's been... interesting."But deep down, I knew it was more than just interesting. It was downright bizarre how much I was enjoying myself, despite being stranded in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers.As Kito and I continued to talk, I couldn't help but steal glances at Accali
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Hard front
DON'S POVBut deep down, I knew it was more than just reminiscing. It was remembering all those moments when Accalia had made me smile, made me laugh, made me feel... something.And as much as I tried to brush it off as the effects of village life, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between us.But then my ego kicked in again, reminding me that this was Accalia we were talking about. The same woman who rolled her eyes at my jokes and made fun of my cooking skills. There was no way she could ever see me as anything more than a friend... right?I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. "Get it together, Don," I muttered to myself. "She's just your sex slave. Nothing more, nothing less."But as I stole another glance at Accalia, laughing and chatting with the villagers, her smile lighting up the entire garden, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more.I remembered the way sh
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD love and challenges
DON'S POV"Get a grip, Don," I scolded myself silently. "You're acting like a lovesick teenager."But try as I might to ignore it, there was no denying the fact that being around Accalia had stirred something within me. Maybe it was the effect of the village, or maybe it was something more. Either way, it was driving me crazy.I glanced over at Accalia, who was now engaged in a lively conversation with the village head, her laughter ringing out like bells. And in that moment, I couldn't help but marvel at how lucky I was to have her by my side, even if it was just for a short while.But then my ego kicked in again, reminding me that I was Don, the grumpy city guy who didn't do feelings. I shoved the thoughts of Accalia's beauty aside and focused on the task at hand, determined to keep up my facade of indifference.But deep down, I knew that no matter how hard I tried to resist it, Accalia had already worked her way into my life, and there was no turning back. And if that meant embraci
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Cow dung
DON'S POV"So, Don, any plans for our last night in the village?" Accalia's voice interrupted my thoughts, her tone light and teasing, I realized that Kito was no longer by my side.I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to maintain my composure. "Not really. Just thought we'd enjoy the evening and maybe have a quiet dinner."Accalia raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Quiet dinner, huh? You do realize this is our last chance to let loose before heading back to the city, right?"I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her suggestion. "I'm not really in the mood for festivities," I replied stiffly, hoping she wouldn't push the matter further.But of course, Accalia wasn't one to back down so easily. "Oh, come on, Don! You can't tell me you're not going to miss this place just a little bit," she said, nudging me playfully.I sighed inwardly, knowing she was right. Despite my best efforts to remain detached, there was a part of me that would miss the simplicity of village life—the
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Nostalgia
DON'S POV"You're staring again, Don," Accalia's voice broke through my reverie, accompanied by a teasing smile that made my heart skip a beat.I quickly averted my gaze, cursing myself for letting my guard down. "Just making sure you're not getting into trouble," I replied, mustering up the usual gruffness in my tone.But as Accalia laughed and leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing against mine, I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through me. It was ridiculous, really. Here I was, pretending to be indifferent towards her, when all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and never let go."Come on, Don," she said, her voice softening. "It's our last night here. Let's make the most of it."I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire to keep up appearances and my longing to spend every remaining moment with her. But in the end, the choice was clear."Alright," I said, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "But don't expect me to dance or anything."Accalia grinned, her eyes
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Wish
DON'S POV"I was smitten by a lass by the name of Eliza," he confessed, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "She was the most beautiful girl in the village, with hair as golden as the sun and eyes that sparkled like the stars."A collective sigh rippled through the crowd, and Elder Orel chuckled softly before continuing his tale."But alas, love is never without its challenges," he said, his tone turning serious. "For you see, Eliza was the daughter of the village blacksmith, and my family, well, let's just say they had their reservations about our union."Accalia leaned in closer, her eyes shining with curiosity. "What did you do?" she asked eagerly.Elder Orel chuckled. "What any lovestruck fool would do, my dear," he replied. "I wrote her poems, serenaded her under the moonlight, and even challenged her father to a duel for her hand in marriage."A ripple of laughter erupted from the crowd, and even I couldn't help but crack a smile at the image of the usually stoic
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Chief Orel
ACCALIA'S POV"So, Don, any plans for our last night in the village?" I said, making sure that voice interrupted his thoughts, I kept my tone light and teasing, Don looked around him and realized realized that Kito was no longer by his side.He then shrugged nonchalantly, trying to maintain his composure. "Not really. Just thought we'd enjoy the evening and maybe have a quiet dinner."I raised an eyebrow with a mischievous glint in in eyes. "Quiet dinner, huh? You do realize this is our last chance to let loose before heading back to the city, right?"I noticed that he fought the urge to roll his eyes at my suggestion. "I'm not really in the mood for festivities," He replied stiffly, hoping I wouldn't push the matter further.But of course, I wasn't one to back down so easily. "Oh, come on, Don! You can't tell me you're not going to miss this place just a little bit," I said, nudging him playfully.He sighed inwardly, knowing I was right. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, t
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