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The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle The Dark Of Night
ALEXANDERIn the dark of night, the stars and the moon lit up the sky. The dusk as quiet as a graveyard, save for the crickets chirping loudly in the distant and the soft breathing of this impeccable and breathtaking woman laying beside me.I was plopped up on my side, with my hand folded into a fist under my chin. I was gazing down at her beautiful face, drinking up her breathtaking features. I'm struck by the serenity that radiates from her peaceful face. Her eyelids, usually so expressive, now gently flutter with each soft breath. Her lips, curled into a subtle smile, seem to hold secrets I long to uncover.In this quiet moment, I'm reminded of the first time we met. Her bright eyes and vibrant laughter left an indelible mark on my heart. Now, as I gaze at her tranquil form, I'm filled with a sense of wonder and gratitude.Her hair, a rich tapestry of brown and gold, cascades across the pillow like a sunset on a summer evening. I ache to run my fingers through its softness, to feel
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle His Fragile Treasure
As I slowly opened my eyes, the warm light of the morning sun greeted me, casting a gentle glow on the room. I stretched, feeling the softness of the bed beneath me, and the comforting weight of the blankets. I'm met with the familiar scent of fresh laundry and a hint of his cologne, a subtle reminder that I'm not alone.I turned my head, and my gaze fell on Alexander, sitting in the armchair beside the window, watching me with a soft smile. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his hair is mussed, as if he's been up for a while. I feel a flutter in my chest, a mix of happiness and gratitude.''Good morning,'' he whispered, his voice low and husky.I smiled, my voice still husky from sleep. ''Good morning.''He sets the cup of coffee in his hands aside and stood from the chair, his movements graceful and fluid. He leaned over me, his eyes locked on mine, and gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingertips grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine.''How are you today
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle I Love You
The next day, I was feeling so much better. Alexander made sure I rested properly yesterday without stressing myself. I practically slept the whole day, trying to regain my lost strength and weary muscles.Alexander wanted me stay in today and rest, but I refused with the excuse that I want to go and see Ava. But truthfully, I want to go and see her, it's been a while since I last saw her. After much persuasion, pleading, sulking face and a pouty lips, Alexander agreed but then I'd have to go with a lot of bodyguards which is not even a problem. They can crowd my space if they want, so far as I get to meet Ava. I've missed her so much.The drive to Ava's bakery was becoming unbearably long and boring, even when I tried to engage Jackson in a conversation, but I'd end up getting ignored or a curt nod as a reply. So much for being a sophisticated chief guard. He should loosen up a little.Immediately the car stopped in front of her bakery, I jumped out of the car and headed for the ent
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Daggers
I stepped out of Ava's office dusting off imaginary dust from my blue floral dress, the delicate fabric fluttering around my knees as I moved.I glanced around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the bakery. The soft hum of conversation, the clinking of cups, and the gentle chime of the door as customers came and went. The sweet aroma of freshly baked goods enveloped me, and the warm glow of the display cases made me feel cozy. I took a deep breath, feeling my shoulders relax.I looked over at Ava talking to one of the bakery workers, behind the counter. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed at something the worker said, and I couldn't help but smile.Ava's gaze met mine, and she flashed me a cocky smirk, her eyes crinkling at the corners. I gave her a playful glare and made my way over to her, weaving through the customers waiting in line.As I approached her, she sauntered away from the counter meeting me half-way. I pinched her cheek harder than normal, making her wince."That'
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Dinner
I sat silently in the plush, leather-bound rear seat of the sleek, black Cadillac SUV, parked discreetly at the curb in front of Mr. Sebastian's grand, gated estate. The soft hum of the engine and the gentle purr of the air conditioning created a soothing background noise, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on the wait.For the past twenty minutes, I had been patiently sitting in the car, surrounded by the luxurious amenities of the SUV, including the soft glow of the dashboard lights and the sweet scent of the premium leather upholstery. Alexander had specifically asked me to wait for him inside the vehicle, and I had obliged, using the time to collect my thoughts and gaze out the tinted windows at the immaculately manicured lawn and the imposing facade of Mr. Sebastian's mansion.The silence was almost meditative, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird or the low small talks of the two bodyguards in front of the car. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, w
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle The Dinner 2
We sat around the elegantly set table, the soft glow of the candles casting a warm ambiance over the room. Mr. Sebastian, resplendent in his tailored suit, smiled warmly as he passed the bread basket to Theresa."Try the baguette, my dear," he said. "It's freshly baked."Theresa took a slice, inhaling the aroma appreciatively. "Mmm, it smells divine."Clark, seated across from me, leaned back in his chair, his eyes creasing at the corners as he smiled. "So, Alexander, how's business been?"Alexander simply shrugged. "It's been good. We've been landing some big deals lately. And don't ask me lame questions when you know exactly how business has been," he added, sarcasm dripping off his words.I took a sip of my wine, listening as the conversation flowed easily around me. Mr. Marco, seated to my right, turned to me."And how about you, Ivory? What have you been up to?"I smiled, feeling a sense of belonging. "Just the usual, Mr. Marco. Nothing too exciting."Mr. Sebastian chuckled. "I'm
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Sophia
Clark immediately stood up from his seat and rushed to his mother. His arms wrapping around her back before giving her a questioning gaze.I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Theresa's distraught face and turned to Alexander, who sat beside me with his jaw clenched in a tight, rigid line. His eyes, normally bright and warm, were now dark and intense, his brow furrowed in concern. As I looked at him, he reached out and gently took my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine in a comforting grasp.Then, in a tender gesture, he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the back of my palm. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a surge of warmth and connection flow through me. His eyes never left mine as he kissed the back of my hand."What's going on?" I asked, my voice laced with concern, as I scanned the somber faces before me. "Why do you all look so upset?" I pressed, my curiosity piqued by the mix of sorrow and anger etched on their features.
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Sweet Caress
As we left the room, the house tour completely forgotten, Theresa took my hand again, her grip tight. We walked back to the sitting room in silence, the only sound being the soft creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath our feet. As we entered the dining area, the conversation stopped, and all eyes turned to us. Alexander's gaze narrowed slightly, his eyes flicking to Theresa's hand in mine before returning to my face. Mr. Sebastian's expression was curious, while Samantha's eyes seemed to hold a knowing glint. Theresa led me to the chair and sat down beside me, her hand still clasped around mine. "I'm sorry about that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to get emotional." I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay," I said. "I'm here for you." The room fell into an awkward silence, with everyone looking at us, unsure what to say or do next. Alexander finally broke the silence, clearing his throat. "Well, since dinner is over, shall we take our leave?"
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