Semua Bab Auctioned To The Mafia Alpha: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Eloise was certain that she needed help, in fact, she accepted it, and with a deep breath, she watched how Ethan swept her off the floor and carried her into the building.She stood once they reached the elevator, and on their way out, she let herself be swept away by this strange man. "Let me have your keys so that I can open the door for you," Ethan's hoarse baritone filled the entire hallway.Eloise was hesitant, but the next minute, she removed the keys and handed them to Ethan. "Here we go," she murmured and with Ethan's help, he opened the door and made them enter the house swiftly.The fresh smell of a warm and cozy home greeted Ethan, it felt so nice leaving in a place that is filled with so much cleanliness, and the air was so sure he had tears slightly forming at the back of his eyes. Ethan wanted to shed some tears but for some reason, he blinked severally, hoping that Eloise wouldn't discover it. Ethan made sure he laid the lady on the couch, kept the key on the table,

Christian burst out laughing like his life depended on what the young lady had said. It was insane. "I hate when you say that," Chris murmured. He fell silent as he made that remark. Bethany wasn't going to say anything more, that would be aching, but then, she managed to blink away the sad tears that had welled up in her eyes. She wasn't going to allow Chris to know that she was soft for him for a very long time, in fact, anything that will soil her ego put her off the nook to the first begin. "Are you alright?" Chris asked staring at her. Bethany wondered why Chris had asked that question, in fact, she looked away hearing his question, but muttering the right energy deserved to face the young man, she glared at him wondering what she should tell him. After a few seconds of deliberating on that, she managed the courage to lead the man on with her lies. "I am," she said, lying through her teeth. That was proper, oh yes! her charming voice made the young man to believe her, he

"Please, Eloise, do not think in it that light, I would never purposefully harm you by just checking out your ID, you know? I was probably bored, and I just checked one or two things before retiring to bed last night, I promise," he said raising his hand up and crossing it on his chest. That was truly funny, but the look Eloise shared with him didn't quite make any sense, that would just be unacceptable that attitudes as such might even be conducted. "Ethan, you didn't have any right to touch anything in my house," Eloise said insisting on that fact. "Why?" Ethan's cold voice penetrated her ears."Because you are a..." Eloise burst out, but using her two hands, she crossed it on her mouth with immediate effect. She had not planned on taking her tone on making it face that way, it is an accident, but what more can she do other than insisting on putting several layers of explanation before her. Ethan was hurt for the first time in over ten years, he ached his back knowing that Eloi

Opening the door, Morgan did not want to have eye contact with Axel, so with her hands picking up her little bag, she was already running out of the room when Axel, caught hold of her and asked her to at least have some breakfast while waiting for her driving to take her back to see her mother but Morgan, hitting off his hand, she lifted her head to give him that one last stare although she was avoiding it and with a deep breath, she let out."We are not friends and you are my boss while I am a nobody. So you do not need to give me all that privilege because I know who you are, a flirt and a pervert. And this will never ever happen again, Sir."Those were the last things that she said with tears rolling down her eyes and Axel giving attention to that, he finally concluded that what he had been searching for has finally left him due to his inhumane manner of living his life.Morgan ran out of the mansion, leaving Axel to stand on his balcony, with her image going out of his gate. Her w

"I am coming," I signaled drawing the person's attention, I was sick from hearing the excess sounds of the bell pound my eardrums. Opening the door, my attention was shifted to a small teen boy of about fourteen years. "Good morning, Sir, here (handing me an envelope) this is for you," he said. From all indications in life, I wasn't expecting to receive an envelope so I quickly asked the lad where that was coming from. "Good morning, please, who sent the letter?" I inquired politely. In a more aggressive and firm manner trying to intimidate me. "I think you should hold it first, the answers you seek might be resting here, unless you want to tell me you can't read, dumbass doctor," he fired. With everything this lad had said, I found it difficult to even reply to him, I was neither happy nor mad about his case, my temperament was just normal. Pushing the envelope to my face, the kid escape. The first thought that flashed to my head was to call the police, then next, I decided