Rosana couldn't eat any longer. Rather, she kept sipping wine and glaring at Sergio. What does he think he is? She wondered. And why does he affect her so much even after everything he had done to her? Deep down, she had so much revulsion for him but there was a little part that flushed whenever he was around her. And the worst part was that she couldn't control it no matter how hard she tried to. But why should it be that way? She wondered. This man was ruthless and didn't care about anyone, no matter how big or small the person was. If he could lock her in the freezing room for hours and also lock her in a white cell where she almost lost her sanity, then he was worse than the devil. And instead of loathing him so much for everything he had done to her, she was... Getting turned on by just hearing his deep voice and being close to him. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn't acknowledge when he stood up and started walking away until he paused in front of Munika who was sti
"Here, we have all the books you need," Carmencita informed as they stepped into the library. It was filled with books of all kinds. "All you have to do is search closely" "Wow, this is... This is surprising. It is bigger than I thought" "Yes. The Don loves it down here. He loves books and reads a lot too" Rosana was shocked and speechless. How was it possible that a man like Sergio loved to read books? She wondered. It sounded so absurd. He was a ruthless man who did nothing but kill and inflict pain on poor people. What business did he have to do with books? "I am sorry but I do not believe you" She walked off and started checking the books, shelf by shelf. "I understand but it is the truth, my dear. Sergio, your husband is a very intelligent man" "Of course, I know that. He is very intelligent in hurting and killing people. And oh... Little children too" Rosana picked a book from one of the shelves and stood to look at it. She wasn't really a book fan but she loved to read a
Carmencita had been right. She didn't know anything about her husband despite being married to him for three months. But how could she? They didn't even share the same bed and he was mostly away. Not that she cared about that. Sometimes she also wished he never returned. She only knew a few things about him and his family. He had a mother who didn't trust her and wanted her to leave at all costs. A Mistress whom she never met. She only heard her loud moans and cries whenever Sergio returned home and decided to visit her. How irritating! She thought. Sergio was a ruthless Mafia Lord who was feared by everyone, including her. But what she still couldn't figure out was why he married her. He had never tried to lay with her and carry out the marital rites which was mostly done on the wedding night. Not that she wanted any of such. She was even grateful he never for once tried to have intercourse with her. But what was the main purpose of the marriage? Did he marry her just to keep her i
"My Lady, are you alright?" Viola asked once Rosana stomped into the room and bounced the door hard. She looked all red and angry. "Yes, I am fine, Viola. Prepare my bath" "It is all done, My Lady" She immediately took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Viola noticed she was not looking okay. She was always sad and wore a gloomy look but this time was different. She was boiling in anger and it terrified her. That low-life godforsaken b#tch! Rosana muttered. She still could not believe Vicenta had raised a hand on her. And she retaliated pretty fast. She was never a viølent person. She couldn't even hurt a fly. But Vicenta had gotten so much on her nerves already. It didn't end there. She also slapped her across the cheek! What point was she even trying to make when she introduced herself as Sergio's Mistress? Why did she even feed her with her useless duties and how he could never do without her? Rosana never cared about whatever they did and didn't d
Rosana looked from Enzo to Carmencita, surprised by his question. "How hard?" She thought. Of course, the slap had been pretty hard, it left a painful ring in her left ear. But it was nothing compared to the two slaps she returned. "I... I slapped her back on both cheeks" "How hard?" Enzo asked again. He still wore a soft smile on his face. "Um... Very hard, I guess" "Doesn't sound hard enough for me" He responded and started walking away. Where was he going? Rosana wondered and turned to look at Carne. "Did you tell him, your husband?" How could she have told him when she didn't get to see him again after dinner the previous night? He didn't even join her for breakfast in the morning. Not that she cared. At least she ate her meal in peace. Before Rosana could utter a word, Carmencita cut in. She suddenly looked troubled and scared. "No, please. That would be the end of her!" "She should have thought about that when she raised a finger on her Master's wife, the Donna" Donna? I
"You sent for me!" Rosana uttered and went to stand in front of Sergio's desk. She could vividly remember what happened the last time she was there. The memories were still fresh in her mind. He has trusted her, only for her to crush it to the ground. What if the powder was some sort of poison? She wondered. She had not even stopped to ask Munika what it was before following up with the plan. And then, what could've happened after that? His men would've found her and killed her, or maybe not. They would've sent words to Enzo about his brother's demise and how he was poisoned by his wife who tried to escape afterward. Rosana could only imagine Enzo smiling and making her laugh until she unknowingly danced inside the grave he had dug for her. And before she would realize it, she was six feet under the ground and dead already. "My brother must have told you about the introduction" Sergio started, his cold voice jerking her out of her thoughts. "You must be ready" "I do not wish to t
Rosana was breathing heavily and exhausted from training so hard since morning. It had been that way since she started training three weeks ago. There were no breaks or any time to relax. She had to keep training until Enzo was impressed with her performance. The training was intense and geared toward building physical strength, agility, reflexes, and mental toughness. She was taught different techniques that drew from various martial arts styles. Enzo and a few men made demonstrations, showing how to strike, kick, punch, throw, the vital techniques that could disable or neutralize an opponent, and how to finish them off. Rosana would watch with focused attention, observing their practicality and effectiveness. She was determined to learn how to fight and become strong, just as Carmencita and Enzo said. Those were the only ways to survive in the Mafia world. "Good job, My Lady!" Enzo praised and proffered a bottle of water. She immediately stretched out her hand to grab the bottle
Sergio chuckled dryly and looked around. They were far apart from each other. "Take the seat beside me, Bambolina" "The distance is fair enough, Tesoro." She replied and smiled sweetly. "The only person that should sit beside you is your Mistress. You should send for her. I am sure she will gladly join you!" "You are my wife!" "Am I?" She asked and met his hard gaze. They stared at each other for a long time before she finally looked away. Her heart was pounding heavily in her chest. "Enjoy your meal, Amore mio!" Rosana was trying so hard not to shake. After the bold act she had just displayed in front of him, it would be shameful if she started trembling. He would know it was just a facade and use it against her, break her. The room suddenly felt hot and she blamed it on the long sleeve dress she was wearing. She should've worn something simple, something sleeveless. Now, she was starting to sweat when she hadn't even touched her meal. Sergio watched her with a smirk plastered o