All Chapters of Becoming The Mafia’s Surrogate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rosella’s POVIt took just a month for my smooth-sailing life to crumble before my face and the captain of the wrecked ship was none other than me! Rosella Beauregard!When did things start going wrong for me?Was it when my father was killed and I was left alone in this world five years ago? Or when I trusted life for a second chance by devoting my heart?My guess is neither…I know exactly what went wrong and that’s ‘Love’I loved wrongly, for five years I kept watering a poisonous plant and eventually it bloomed and poured out its venom.I still remember the bright smile on my lips as I tried on various wedding dresses. The fitting was going smoothly and the attendants praised my beauty. I wasn’t new to such compliments but I felt especially pleased on that day and I wondered if it was because Jake was a few steps away. I know, I should’ve gone for the fitting with a friend but welcome to my antisocial life. I had no friends and I’ve grown quite used to being alone.In any case

Rosella’s POV‘How bad is my luck?’ I mumbled under my breath as I slowly lifted my head, but my neck paused midway. For one I realized he wasn’t talking to me! Those instructions were for the maids as every lady present already had their chins up and back straightened in a dignified posture so only I was left looking like a crooked bird!I took that as my cue to stand erect with my gaze shooting forward, purposely avoiding the tall frame of a man whose peppermint cologne had closed our distance even before his figure. His footsteps on the marble flooring rhymed with my racing heartbeat. Each one slamming against my ribcage.“Welcome Mr Donovan”The head maid was the first to speak and his strides finally ended along with the entourage of hefty men suited behind him. He had his sides facing me and then with a suave that was almost noble-like he turned and our eyes jammed. Those cold emotionless eyes stared at me like it could see my innermost soul and read my darkest thoughts.

One month ago. The day of the Surrogacy announcement…In the high-rise building of Maston Corp. the hundredth floor which happened to be the highest level where Donovan’s office resided. The gloom of a man In his late twenties swamped the majestic swiveling chair where he sat with his eyes closed.At first glance he looked like he was asleep in dreamland but a closer look showed a man trapped in his nightmares! His eyes were squeezed showing signs of resistance and sweat beads formed on his forehead while his fingers crawled into the chair’s arm. The wrinkles of his brows kept getting deeper until the sound of the door opening snapped him awake and made him subconsciously blurt out a word. The word was a name and that name was…“Rose!”The intruding figure took a bow and walked closer until the moonlights shining from the huge windows behind Donn brightened his frame. “Franklin…” “How long will you continue to torture yourself?” A young man that seemed around the same age of Do

“Hello, am I speaking to Mirable?”Franklin’s voice formally came through the cell of a twenty-two year old girl. With shaky voice she replied.“Y-yes, I’m Mirable”“Congratulations, you’ve been hired for the secretary position. Starting Monday report to Maston Corp hundredth floor”Her hands went over her mouth, shock and relief graced her expression but mostly gratitude. It took a second but she finally regained her composure and answered.“Thank you-”The sound of loud clashes of broken glass interrupted her. It was loud enough to even capture Franklin’s attention over the phone and before he could ask about the situation the call dropped. Something felt terribly off and he wasn’t wrong for thinking that, because over there at Mirable’s house hell had set loose!She didn’t know when the phone in her hands fell to the ground but she found herself in the kitchen dragging her father off her mom with all her might!As usual, her feeble hands were no match for an aged man, just a

The night of the Opera Festival was cold, despite the current change in weather, tonight was an exception and every noble or high-class members of aristocratic families dressed in that regard. Rose on the other hand had no concern for this discovery because her mind was focused not on hearing the melodious voice of the Prima Donna but rather finding her missing fiancé!He’s been out of sight and she needed answers. Tonight she wore a dress she stored away for years, it was one of those dresses you would tell yourself you will only wear on a special occasion. It had a floral peach pattern of petals and long sleeves that elegantly clasped her hands. The dress revealed her smooth shoulders and she wore her hair up in a bun to further highlight this feature but most importantly, the dress had a high slit that exposed her fair legs as she walked. She looked in the mirror and when she was out in a cab she looked at her reflection through the rear but her blue eyes didn’t notice the beau