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The Mafia And The Fake Wife 01- summer break
Alessia Romero______Having summer vacations had many advantages, and wearing summer clothes has been one of my favorites. I loved free dresses, not like I had a specific reason, but the love came naturally. Such vacations also allowed us to meet with old friends. Those whom we separated after high school.Many restaurants in the city were whale-packed. Most customers were students.I strolled between the occupied tables with a shopping bag in my hand. Billie Elish's song—Bad Guy, played on my wireless earphones, bringing some lively mood in me. I loved Billie Elish's songs for many reasons, one being that they helped me sleep. That was a story for another day.I sighted my bestie, Carina, seated at one table close to the enormous city-view window. She grinned on seeing me and then fixed her silver-rimmed eyeglasses. She lifted her hand and waved at me. I was always late for our dates.Carina Victor, the town diva who was a writer. She was a model, 5'7 feet tall, slender with a curv
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 02-golden gift
Alessia Romero _______They were at it again.Mum’s shrill voice echoed through the walls, reaching every corner of the house. Dad’s voice was almost inaudible, but you could tell he was involved from the sound of broken vessels.I closed my eyes, and a chuckle emerged. It was becoming comical at this stage. My parents would fight and throw things at each other. And then Mum would make dinner as if nothing happened. The worst was that they expected me to eat with them and pretend everything was normal.A sigh fled through my nose. As they were busy building up their habit, I developed a new habit; to sneak out of the house. I packed a few clothes for the days I would stay at Carina’s place. The moment you appreciate having a friend whose parents treated you like their own. If only I could disappear from this life for a while. Maybe my parents would realize my absence and remember I existed.My parents were the talk of the estate. The house that neighbors would point fingers at. The
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 03-kidnapped
Alessia Romero ____ Marco turned twenty-five. On the evening of his birthday, the two of us were at his house. Marco suggested a simple setting in his house's backyard. It warmed my heart to see that he wanted to enjoy his birthday with me alone. My dedication to making the relationship work was apparent, given my ability to throw an incredible party. So, I agreed to his proposal of a simple dinner together. He owned a luxurious beach house, one of a kind in the area. Marco was a rich kid, raised by wealthy parents and now running a business. He took over as the president of one of his father's businesses. I would lie if I said I knew what kind of business his father owned. I had been careful not to appear snoopy, so I never asked. The backyard looked gladden in the eyes, complementing the golden dress he sent me. The radiant lights and the candles on the table gave me a certain warmth that made me relax. I admired the commitment he exerted to make the dinner memorable, given
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 04—the debt
Alessia Romero ______ A brisk breeze grazed my shoulder, and a shiver ran down my spine. I sluggishly fumbled in search of something to cover myself from the chill, and fortunately, I found one. My body felt relaxed, except for the window of the room that was certainly open, allowing the breeze to sneak in. A soft groan left my throat and ran my hand through my hair. I inhaled the delightful scent on the bedding, enough to bring a smile to my lips. Stretching my hands with a yawn, the breeze grew strong, wafting in the room and carrying with it the scent of the ocean. I grew reluctant to wake up; the bed felt so comfortable that it compelled me to continue sleeping. But my stomach rumbled. I was starving. Most of the time, I rarely woke up hungry. I got used to waking up in the middle of the night to grab some snacks, like cupcakes. Did I skip a meal? Attempting to remember what I had for dinner, visions began gushing in my brain. The untouched delicious meal from the roman
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 05-under his trap
Alessia…..Three days had passed while still in the mafia captive. It meant that my parents couldn't get me out. I wondered what the Italian mafia wanted from me.On the third day, they took me to the Lazza territory after locking me in a room. Mystery surrounded the territory. Normal people could not tell what businesses took place in it.Lazza, the mafia leader, walked ahead of us. I was between two of his men who walked side by sideAs much as I trusted my parents and Marco to get me out, I still looked around to familiarize myself with the place. The hidden spirit within me longed to escape.On arriving at the mansion's main entrance, Lazza halted, and so did we. His aura felt dark and unfriendly, and his stern look could get your knees succumbing. He turned to face me and I maintained a courageous look on me. Despite knowing for certain that I was innocent, his gaze still intimidated me.“Take her to my office.” He instructed his men and strode towards the east side of the mansi
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 06-causing trouble
Alessia *** As Lazza said, I was suddenly a pet. Being a maid meant I was turned to being someone's pet. They instructed me on what I was supposed to do. I also met Clara, one of the maids who I took over from. She explained about the job. I was to serve meals, be available whenever the boss needed me, and entertain him. Preferably, stripping or lap dancing. After I was given all I needed, I let Clara do the job for the night. Everything felt like rubbish to me. Once everyone had left to serve their masters, I remained in the main kitchen. I sat at one table in the massive kitchen. I understood their need to have such an enormous modern kitchen; they made a variety of food. The maids had to push trolleys to the respective wings to serve the Lazza family members. Lazza carried the family name as the boss. No one was allowed to call him by his real name. So his real name remained mysterious. Settling with a plate of saffron pasta and veggie salad, I ate. Who knew what would happ
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 07-auctioned
Alessia Romero------------I stabbed someone. That meant I was just like them. My hands were coated with sin. Caught in Mafia affairs turned me into a cold-blooded murderer. The sight of the knife stuck on his stomach played in me. All night, I stayed up because I couldn't bring myself to shut my eyes. Everything would flash before my eyes. Blood.Guilty consumed me every second that ticked. Being locked in a cold lonely basement did not allow me to know what was happening out there. Did I kill him? What if I did?But he deserved it. I loathed him with every fiber in my body. He disgusted me to even think he could be comfortable asking me to strip for him. I wanted to chop off his balls and shove them into his filthy mouth. Who even gave him the name? It did not suit any sense of the human being he was.I exhaled to release the feeling stuck in my chest. I felt guilty but again, he deserved it. I wondered when it was all gonna end. Maybe I was stuck in the situation forever. It hit h
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 08-do and dont's
Alessia Romero ----- Going for a damn day, and a night without a circus felt unreal. It scared me more than fighting with one of the evil family members. After the auction that went wrong, we came back to the mansion. Though I stayed in the dormitory as instructed by Matteo, I still thought Lazza or his brother Romeo would launch their demons again. They did not, actually, I nevert saw them ever since. Maybe someone needed to stab Romeo for the peace of everyone in the area. That wasn't supposed to be something to cheer me up, because I wouldn't know what they were cooking under my nose. Perhaps to assassinate me in front of everyone as a life lesson, or to torment me to the last breath. I sighed at that, rolling over on the squeaky metallic bed to get a good position so I could continue sleeping. Though I was starving, that should have been what woke me up, but no, it had to be the door flying open, the knob slamming on the wall as the noise echoed in the whole dormitory. The
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The Mafia And The Fake Wife 132-the wedding
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 131-a romantic date
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 130-on his knees
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 129-valentines day
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 128- a beautiful surprise
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 127- against the door
The Mafia And The Fake Wife 126-breaking news
