Semua Bab Claimed By My Mafia Stepson : Bab 1 - Bab 5

‘’Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the most awaited section of tonight’s event. You would want to hear this,’’ the auctioneer’s voice echoed through the quiet hall, his eyes sweeping through the dimly lit space. ‘’Up next is the virgin #27, the last item on sale for tonight.’’ He paused, admiring the temporary hold he had on these powerful people that surrounded him, and cleared his throat before continuing, ‘’As we all know, the best is always saved for the last. What makes this one the best, you may be wondering. Now, let's—" ‘’Just get to the point, Reynold, will you?! We've not got all night to waste in this place,’’ he was cut off by the sound of someone yelling from the crowd, making him adjust his posture. "Aye, Aye," he began, "First of all, she fits the pre-ordered description many of you dropped before tonight. What do i mean? She’s a redhead, soft hair you can yank back when you uh…’’ he chuckled, and similar sounds accompanied his from around the hall. ‘’You know wha

Genevieve didn't bother trying to decrypt the two word reply she got. "So you are Adrian Viktor Visconti, and you called me Mrs Visconti. Does that mean I am... your wife?""No, it means that you are now his mom. And you are my wife."Genevieve's heart sank, and a wave of disappointment washed over her from head to toe. Because the reply to her question didn't come from the breathtakingly gorgeous man in front of her, but from behind her. She turned to see who it was.And there, standing just a few metres away from her, was an old man with shrewd eyes and a head of completely gray hair, who, though he looked like he was well on his way to the grave, also bore an uncanny resemblance in physique and facial structure to Adrian Viktor Viskonti.Here, she was standing between her new husband and stepson. Both of them much older than she was."I'm dead," she breathed. Not only was she bought by a terrifying man who came from a formidable family she would find it hard to carry out her plan

Genevieve froze, her brows furrowing in displeasure at the blatant disrespect, but when she reminded herself of the unfamiliar territory she was in and how she had no idea how things worked here, she decided to relax and simply follow instructions, even if it came from someone who seemed to hate her for no reason.She rose to her feet and looked at the two doors that were positioned side by side in one part of the room, far from the one that looked like it led out of the room.‘’Which of them is the bath—’’ she started to ask, but was cut off almost immediately. ‘’The one on the right,’’ Penelope stated. She pointed at a pile of clothes on one corner of the queen sized bed and said, ‘’Wear that when you are done in the bathroom. I will be waiting here for you.’’Half an hour later, Genevieve stood in front of the mirror, her head tilted sligtly as she studied herself in the mirror. Pale skin from incessant scrubbing for the past half hour, messy red hair pulled into a ponytail, blue