All Chapters of Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lilianna»»»◈«««It had been a whole week since Marco had left following our argument. I didn't really feel lonely without him, but I couldn't quite grasp why he had walked out. What worried me most was the possibility of him causing harm to my brothers as a way of getting back at me.Over the past week, I have grown quite close to the staff here, even Dad. It had been a challenge coaxing him out of his shell, but once he opened up, it became apparent that his personality rivaled that of a brick.Amalia was coming over to pick me up for the charity event and I found myself before Amy's clothes once more. The thought of stepping into her shoes, both metaphorically and literally, filled me with dread.Opting for a light blue gown, I was pleased with how it hugged my figure and its ideal length. After applying makeup and styling my hair, I hesitated when it came to selecting matching heels, noticing the painful scabs on my feet.Ignoring the discomfort, I slipped into the matching heels,

Lilianna»»»◈«««Professional Portfolio Photography Services Capture your modeling potential with stunning portfolio photos tailored just for you. Our expert team delivers high-quality images that showcase your versatility and style. Get noticed in the industry – contact us today!For the past ten minutes, I'd been fixated on this ad. My portfolio was back in Naples, not here in America, but maybe it was time to try my luck here. Mrs. Moore had basically written me off when it came to doing household chores. I did my bit here and there, but nothing major. And as for Marco, well, he hadn't so much as glanced my way in what felt like forever. It was like I was invisible to him, stuck in the background while he carried on with his own world.He never bothered to ask about my activities, my whereabouts, or how I spent my days. It was as if he'd completely checked out, leaving me to my own devices. Strangely enough, I found some solace in his indifference. It spared me from enduring the c

Lilianna »»»◈««« "...Do you imagine Amy when you fuck her?" I asked, stepping back until I felt the chill of the glass railing against my back once more. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He'd taken off his suit jacket, leaving it behind. His white shirt was open at the collar and the first two buttons, giving a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, but the rain had soaked through, causing his shirt to stick to him, revealing the contours of his muscles. The droplets highlighted every curve and ridge, accentuating his strength. Despite the rain, he stood there, his posture confident. Each droplet tracing a path along the defined lines of his body. I extended my arms, draping them over the railing on either side of me, the bottle still gripped firmly in my hand. Tilting my head back, I gazed up at the sky, rain cascading down around me. Each drop felt like a small impact against my skin, but I paid it no mind, too f

Lilianna »»»◈««« As I stepped onto the set, the bright lights blinded me momentarily. The click of cameras echoed in the spacious studio, and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Today was the day I'd been waiting for—the day to capture the essence of my modeling career in a portfolio that would hopefully launch me into the stratosphere of success... or so I hope. The makeup artist whisked away any imperfections, enhancing my features. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to sink into the chair, trusting her to work her magic. "Ready for you, Lilianna," the photographer called out, and I opened my eyes, feeling a surge of excitement. With a quick glance in the mirror, I adjusted my posture and smoothed down the fabric of the elegant gown that hugged my curves. I have done this before, I can do it again. With each click of the camera, I channeled a different emotion—seductive, mysterious, powerful. I lost track of time as I moved through the poses, each one a piece of art ca

Lilianna »»»◈««« Kason swung by to pick me up, and we headed home together. Once we got there, I decided to unwind with a nice, relaxing shower. Afterward, I rummaged through Amy's wardrobe and settled on a pair of soft, comfy pajamas. They were a bit shorter on me, but they felt snug and cozy. I walked upstairs barefoot and made my way to the kitchen. There, I spotted my meal waiting for me on the counter. With a sigh, I pulled out a chair and settled down, glancing around the room. The kitchen was enveloped in silence, the only sound being the faint echo of my footsteps. Most of the lights were off, casting a shadow over everything. It felt eerily quiet, adding to the creepy atmosphere of the empty room. It's been a month, we had no source of communication. Amalia said that he doesn't even talk to them anymore. It seemed like he was shutting out everyone around him, except, of course, for Nikolai Costello. I speared the steak with my fork, ready to take a bite, when the soun