Alyssa felt a hand holding onto her as she was about to fall, and as she looked at the person who had saved her from falling her face lit up as she saw Alex. Everyone looked at Alex as he held onto Alyssa but none of them could dare say a word. Alyssa wanted to speak but before she could say a word she had thrown up on him. "Oh my God, can today get any better?" Those were Alex's words as he held onto Alyssa while she was thrown up. "You will pay for this sweetheart I promise you that," Alex said to himself as he carried Alyssa into the house after taking off the jacket that Alyssa had thrown up on and handed it over to his bodyguard to throw away. "Put me down Mr Mafia," Alyssa said as her head began to bang her more. "Where am I? Am I at home? I want to go home Mr Mafia…, take me home! I Don't like it here, everyone here is like Aunt Judy and Oliva you all keep shouting at me!" Alyssa said as she began to cry. Alex became confused a moment ago. She was talking to him with all
Alyssa slowly opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room bathed in dim light. A throbbing headache and a sense of disorientation quickly set in. As the fog lifted, memories of the previous night's drunken escapade began to surface. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks – she was in Mr. Mafia's room. " What am I doing here? !" Alyssa asked herself. She cautiously surveyed her surroundings, taking in the opulent decor that seemed to echo the man's larger-than-life reputation. The room exuded power and danger, a stark contrast to Alyssa's usual world. Panic tightened in her chest as she wondered how she had ended up in the lair of someone with such an ominous title. Alyssa took a look at herself and discovered that she wasn't putting on her dress rather she was putting on an oversized nightmare. The events of the night remained a blurry montage to Alyssa, and she silently berated herself for the reckless choices that had led her here. Just as she contemplated making a swift and
While sipping her coffee, Alyssa scanned the area with her eyes in search of the contract file. Unable to locate it, Alex observed her quest and inquired about what she was looking for.Alyssa clarified that she was uncertain of the contract file's whereabouts and expressed concern that it might have been left at the bar where she had been intoxicated.Wearing a dangerous smile, Alex questioned why Alyssa was even looking for the contract file, believing that she might not be inclined to discuss it after their intense meeting the previous day concerning the contract.Alyssa hesitated, unsure whether to respond to Alex's probing question. After moments of contemplation, she finally replied, explaining that her hesitation wasn't due to objections against the readjustment of the marriage contract. Instead, it was the suddenness of the changes and the introduction of unexpected rules that prompted her to reconsider before signing.Alex and Alyssa decided to revisit the discussion about th
Few days of Aunt Judy and her daughter handling the company Alyssa had handed over to them, the company too a huge turn.Alyssa's decision to let go of her company to Aunt Judy proved to be a catastrophic choice as Aunt Judy's management took a dark turn. The once-thriving company became a breeding ground for incompetence and mistreatment under Aunt Judy's leadership.Aunt Judy, lacking the necessary skills and dedication, handled the company with a carelessness that bordered on negligence. Basic operations were mismanaged, and decision-making was marred by poor judgment. Employees, once motivated and efficient, found themselves grappling with a toxic work environment created by Aunt Judy's inability to lead.To make matters worse, Aunt Judy's daughter, Olivia, joined the company and displayed a blatant disregard for the well-being of the employees. Olivia, fueled by a sense of entitlement, treated the staff with disrespect and callousness. She exploited her familial connection to A
Alyssa emerged from the soothing warmth of her bath, feeling refreshed. She carefully measured out her prescribed medication, a routine she had grown accustomed to due to her battle with illness. With determination, she swallowed the pills, hopeful for relief because of how badly her head was aching.Afterward, she headed to the kitchen where the aroma of her favorite takeout filled the air.The bag from her favorite restaurant held a comforting promise of a tasty meal. Alyssa sat down, savoring each bite, grateful for the nourishment that would help her regain strength. Alyssa had always loved to cook but due to her health she couldn't cook as often as she wished to, But whenever she was hungry and couldn't cook she always ordered from one of her favorite restaurants which was also the restaurant her Dad used to order from when she was still a kid."Uhhh, as good as always," Alyssa said as she ate the food bit by bit.Alyssa, fueled by determination, finished her meal and swiftly
Tony left his office a few minutes past five because he wanted to get home and prepare for the party he was invited to by Mr Clinton.Tony knew he had to dress up perfectly because Mr. Clinton was the type to invite many able men to his parties and different wealthy Mafia Lord and Don, Tony didn't want to appear anything less so he stopped by a fashion warehouse where almost all the latest Italian designs are and all the expensive and rear pairs of Paris newly designed outfits are.Tony was a usual customer at their place so they gave him special treatment as he entered their show house.He ordered the latest design from Paris and they only had five pairs of their outfits that were made.Three had been sold out to some wealthy businessmen in Paris and the remaining two were at the fashion warehouse. Tony was about to buy the last pair of outfits because someone already bought the other pair of outfits earlier today.Tony wanted to buy the two because he didn't like putting on outfits
Since Alex didn't tell Alyssa what time he was picking her up she didn't want to get dressed and start waiting for him.So she waited till it was evening since it was an evening party they were going to to get dressed. According to the message she got.Alyssa's room buzzed with anticipation as she laid out the outfit she had carefully chosen earlier. The soft glow of fairy lights illuminated her collection of dresses, each holding a promise of a memorable night. She meticulously arranged accessories on her dresser, a delicate dance of anticipation.The dress, a shimmering cascade of midnight black, seemed to call to her. Its silky fabric whispered promises of elegance and mystery. Alyssa delicately slipped into it, the cool material hugging her frame like a second skin. As she fastened the silver necklace around her neck, the pendant glinted in the dim light, echoing the sparkle in her eyes.Alyssa's reflection in the mirror revealed a transformation. The subtle curve of her smile h
Tony, with a polished demeanor and a hint of intrigue in his eyes, engaged in conversation with Mr. Clinton at a corner in the party hall. As they exchanged words about business and the nuances of the corporate world, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught their attention.A wave of hushed whispers swept through the party hall like a gentle breeze before a storm. Tony and Mr. Clinton exchanged a curious glance, their conversation momentarily suspended. It was as if an invisible thread had pulled the focus of the entire room toward a new and captivating presence.Turning in unison, their eyes fell upon the entrance where a couple, Alex and Alyssa, had just stepped into the party. The air seemed to shimmer with an electric charge as the collective gaze of the attendees fixated on the duo. Tony, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow, silently questioning the source of this sudden attention.As the couple gracefully navigated the room, a puzzled expression crossed Tony's face. He leaned