All Chapters of HIS: The Mafia King's Property: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

Elara's POV “How long have you been in love with your boss, Francesca?” My tone was flat. My eyes pinned on the face of the advanced maid. Her fair skin looked quite flushed. A master of her emotions, she swiftly shifted into a curious lady with a hint of anger and irritation. In silence, she drained the tub. “When I speak, woman. You respond.” My jaws clenched. My stomach churned with disgust at her ridiculousness and how she tried to gaslight me. She managed a fake smile that didn't get to her eyes. “I beg your pardon, ma'am.” Her tone was firm. “But I find it rather appalling that you'd think of such.” “Hmm…” I smirked and relaxed in the bath. “That you'd never be worthy of your master's attention, huh?” Her jaws hardened and she covered it with a fake smile. “I rather not speak.”“No,” I stopped her. “That's not for you to decide, woman.” She filled the bath, causing the whoosh of the water to drown her silence. “Your constant need to thwart his effort.” I began. “Onc

Elara’s POV‘I’m not a mean bitch except you want me to be… like I am now…’It was almost fifteen minutes past breakfast time. I deliberately stayed up in Violet’s room after fixing her something to eat. I also didn’t want to be entirely late for the show I was about to put on.“Hey, sweetie.” I tapped her pretty cheeks. “Mama has to go downstairs for breakfast. Okay?”She rolled the slice of her cheesecake in her mouth and nodded her head. Her lips and hands were stained with buttercream. “And here’s a little pup cup for Birdie.” I opened the let’s refrigerator, just next to the little cabinet, and set the frozen cup on the floor. “You have to finish eating before tending to Birdie and remember to always…”She smacked her lips and swallowed. Then giggles. “Wash my hands,” she wriggled her small fingers. “And never eat from her plate.”I ruffled her hair and leaned in to kiss her. “That’s my baby.” I left her to her pet and walked down to join Marco at the dining table. Already, he

Marco’s POV “You heard my lady,” my tone was dark, needy. “Hurry up with the damn papers, she needs to clean up.” The men murmured amongst themselves. They eyed me and Elara and tried to suppress a smile. I bet they would see us as tacky couples… their problem. I just reclined back in my seat and tried to hold the painful boner threatening to break out of my pants. She knew just what to say to switch me on without doing so much. Just like right now, merely seeing her in a cleaner’s wear, a black and white dress with flay like a high school girl, there's a white breast pocket that makes it seem like an apron was worn over it. The hems are decorated with flowers and silly things, and the dress stops mid-thigh. My eyes ran down her sexy petite frame…She wore a pair of white ankle socks in a fucking hot stilettos. Lacy garter strips run from her knees, up her thighs u til it disappears in her dress. FUCK! Now, I was more impatient than anyone could imagine. The gentleman's murmu

Elara’s POV ‘Is this how dying feels like?’ My entire body was on fire… it felt like my intestine was some tapeworm eating me inside out. Hot intense pain gnarled at me and ate me deeply. I was losing my damn mind. The room fell totally silent. Marco wasn't here to keep it warm, nor did I have the strength to get busy. With each ticking of the clock, it felt like I was counting to my death. ‘Call Marco!’ My brain yelled at me. He was supposed to be in some business meeting. I didn't want to disrupt it like I did the other. Plus, he was far away from home. ‘I'll be fine.’ I mumble silently to myself, hoping the lies would subdue the pain. I lay flat on the bed and helplessly looked up at the ceiling. Oh, god… For what seemed like ten minutes, I remained still. My limbs were heavy, body felt foreign. The sad feeling didn't go away. ‘Call Evelyn then!’ My brain shot another emergency response at me. She wouldn't hate me so much not to help, right? Hopefully. I summoned my