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The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 1
“Zaverio,” his name echoed in my head, and happiness surged through my veins as heat spread up my neck, setting my cheeks on fire. It had been years since I saw him, and I wondered what he would look like, but I didn’t care. I had loved him and would love him forever. News had gotten out that he was returning to town. I had heard the other house helps gossip about it, but I hadn’t dared to hope until I heard Mrs. Riccardo say so herself, ordering them to decorate the house and make the mansion beautiful. I scrubbed the plate subconsciously, my hands working by themselves out of years of experience and practice. Lady Riccardo walked in, stern as ever she scowled."Better hurry, Alma," Mrs. Riccardo's voice cracked like a whip, sending a shiver down my spine. "We don't have much time. My son will be home any moment from now. Do your job." I nodded, my lips sealed, knowing better than to utter a word. Mrs. Riccardo's grip on the household had tightened like a noose since Don Riccard
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 2
A lump grew in my throat, and my eyes widened in both fear and shock. “You will apologize to me at once, and you must be as quiet as a mouse,” he whispered with severity in his tone. “Got it?”I nodded, gripping my towel tight, hating the way my heart galloped because of the close proximity between our bodies. He let go of my mouth, and I pressed my lips together, tilting my head to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry, sir,” I apologized, and my stomach clenched in fear. Zaverio had never been this stern with me. His alcoholic breath fanned my face, and I pressed my back harder against the wall, wishing it would open up and take me. “You've grown so beautiful,” he said in a roguish voice, gripping a handful of my hair. “Damn, I missed you.”I gulped, trembling. Who had Zaverio become? He wasn't the sweet teenager I used to sneak out to the waterfall with. His hand drifted to my neck, sending electric shocks down my spine. “Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you miss me?”“You're
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 3
The next morning, I stood in the kitchen, getting my work for the day done. My heart was heavy, and I couldn't stop the flashes of their naked bodies from flooding my head. The door to the kitchen opened, and I looked up from the breakfast I was preparing to see Zaverio standing there with a smile on his handsome face. I turned away, unable to bear the sight of him.I felt a venomous rage coursing through my veins, and it took everything in me not to lash out at him. How could he forget what we had as teenagers, when I gave myself to him completely? He had promised to come back for me, to marry me. But it was all a lie. His betrayal was like the sharp edges of a sword piercing through my heart. I couldn't look at him, couldn't stand the sight of his smile, his eyes, his face. Everything about him felt like a lie.“Please, don't come close, please don't,” I thought, but my prayers were unanswered as a huge hand landed on my shoulder and spun me around. "Don't touch me," I snarled,
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 4
My heart raced when the sound of the black sedan's engine dying outside signaled Zaverio's arrival. I gazed up from the novel I was reading and walked to the window. I watched him step out of the car, his hair disheveled. His eyes were tired, but his gaze was still piercing. Lifting his head, his gaze met mine, but I walked away from the window and returned to my seat. I didn't want to think about him, but my mind betrayed me. It conjured memories of our past encounters. Mrs. Riccardo's shrill voice yelling at a house help to get Zaverio something to drink followed. I rolled my eyes at how protective Mrs. Riccardo was of her son, considering how much of a rogue he had become. I tossed my book aside, my throat parched, and my belly craving a drink. I made my way to the kitchen, and downed myself a glass of juice.As I tiptoed back with the glass, my body collided with another, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, and a familiar scent rushed into my nostrils. Glancing up
Last Updated : 2024-12-12The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 5
My eyes fluttered open, and I caught sight of Zaverio dressing up, his broad back and shoulders a vivid reminder of the passion we'd shared just hours before. I pulled the sheets around me, my brows into a frown of confusion as I called out to him in a voice still laced with sleep. "Zaverio?" He paused, his movements suspended as he turned to face me with his chiseled jaw clenched and brows cocked up. "Where are you going?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I tried to read his expression. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty, of an emotion I couldn't quite decipher, but it was quickly replaced by his usual confidence, his eyes turning cold. "Out," he said curtly, his voice low and husky. "I have business to attend to." I stared at him, my eyes locked on his orbs, searching for the truth behind his words. I didn't believe him, not entirely. There was something he wasn't telling me, but I didn't press the issue, not yet. Instead, I simply watched him, my hea
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Zaverio's PoVI walked to the table, where my body lotion was situated, and I felt my mother's prying and inquisitive eyes on me. "What could you possibly be doing with a maid?" She asked, and I stood in front of my mirror, applying some lotion on my arm. "You tell me, Zaverio." I gritted my teeth, disliking my mother's persistent nature."Answer me," She probbed, and I refrained from growling at her because she was my mother. I heaved a sigh, saying, "Nothing.""If you say nothing, then why do you talk to her?" Mother asked, and before I could answer, she threw another question at me, "Why do you look at her with an intensity in your eyes?" I spun to look at her with disbelief glinting in my eyes. A chuckle slipped out of my lips, and my shoulders shook in rhythm. "Mamma, are you for real?" I asked, and my brows knitted into a frown. "Alma is a good maid, and she is just my friend." Mother narrowed her eyes into slivers with her arms akimbo. "You can't be friends with a maid, e
The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 5
My eyes fluttered open, and I caught sight of Zaverio dressing up, his broad back and shoulders a vivid reminder of the passion we'd shared just hours before. I pulled the sheets around me, my brows into a frown of confusion as I called out to him in a voice still laced with sleep. "Zaverio?" He paused, his movements suspended as he turned to face me with his chiseled jaw clenched and brows cocked up. "Where are you going?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I tried to read his expression. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of uncertainty, of an emotion I couldn't quite decipher, but it was quickly replaced by his usual confidence, his eyes turning cold. "Out," he said curtly, his voice low and husky. "I have business to attend to." I stared at him, my eyes locked on his orbs, searching for the truth behind his words. I didn't believe him, not entirely. There was something he wasn't telling me, but I didn't press the issue, not yet. Instead, I simply watched him, my hea
The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 4
My heart raced when the sound of the black sedan's engine dying outside signaled Zaverio's arrival. I gazed up from the novel I was reading and walked to the window. I watched him step out of the car, his hair disheveled. His eyes were tired, but his gaze was still piercing. Lifting his head, his gaze met mine, but I walked away from the window and returned to my seat. I didn't want to think about him, but my mind betrayed me. It conjured memories of our past encounters. Mrs. Riccardo's shrill voice yelling at a house help to get Zaverio something to drink followed. I rolled my eyes at how protective Mrs. Riccardo was of her son, considering how much of a rogue he had become. I tossed my book aside, my throat parched, and my belly craving a drink. I made my way to the kitchen, and downed myself a glass of juice.As I tiptoed back with the glass, my body collided with another, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, and a familiar scent rushed into my nostrils. Glancing up
The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 3
The next morning, I stood in the kitchen, getting my work for the day done. My heart was heavy, and I couldn't stop the flashes of their naked bodies from flooding my head. The door to the kitchen opened, and I looked up from the breakfast I was preparing to see Zaverio standing there with a smile on his handsome face. I turned away, unable to bear the sight of him.I felt a venomous rage coursing through my veins, and it took everything in me not to lash out at him. How could he forget what we had as teenagers, when I gave myself to him completely? He had promised to come back for me, to marry me. But it was all a lie. His betrayal was like the sharp edges of a sword piercing through my heart. I couldn't look at him, couldn't stand the sight of his smile, his eyes, his face. Everything about him felt like a lie.“Please, don't come close, please don't,” I thought, but my prayers were unanswered as a huge hand landed on my shoulder and spun me around. "Don't touch me," I snarled,
The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 2
A lump grew in my throat, and my eyes widened in both fear and shock. “You will apologize to me at once, and you must be as quiet as a mouse,” he whispered with severity in his tone. “Got it?”I nodded, gripping my towel tight, hating the way my heart galloped because of the close proximity between our bodies. He let go of my mouth, and I pressed my lips together, tilting my head to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry, sir,” I apologized, and my stomach clenched in fear. Zaverio had never been this stern with me. His alcoholic breath fanned my face, and I pressed my back harder against the wall, wishing it would open up and take me. “You've grown so beautiful,” he said in a roguish voice, gripping a handful of my hair. “Damn, I missed you.”I gulped, trembling. Who had Zaverio become? He wasn't the sweet teenager I used to sneak out to the waterfall with. His hand drifted to my neck, sending electric shocks down my spine. “Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you miss me?”“You're
The Mafia's Hidden Obsession 1
“Zaverio,” his name echoed in my head, and happiness surged through my veins as heat spread up my neck, setting my cheeks on fire. It had been years since I saw him, and I wondered what he would look like, but I didn’t care. I had loved him and would love him forever. News had gotten out that he was returning to town. I had heard the other house helps gossip about it, but I hadn’t dared to hope until I heard Mrs. Riccardo say so herself, ordering them to decorate the house and make the mansion beautiful. I scrubbed the plate subconsciously, my hands working by themselves out of years of experience and practice. Lady Riccardo walked in, stern as ever she scowled."Better hurry, Alma," Mrs. Riccardo's voice cracked like a whip, sending a shiver down my spine. "We don't have much time. My son will be home any moment from now. Do your job." I nodded, my lips sealed, knowing better than to utter a word. Mrs. Riccardo's grip on the household had tightened like a noose since Don Riccard
