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The earth seemed to be at a pause from either rotating or revolving at this point to me . I was trying to really understand why Uncle Draco would want me instead of his money.

"He wants to marry you off to his son. " my mom continued as she sniffed.

"He lent us the money when you were still two years of age. You were sick then and as a friend he was , he gave us the money while betrothing you to his son. As family friends then, we agreed. But not now...not anymore.." she paused sniffing.

Now, this is getting understandable. I recalled that he and my dad were pretty much close until before my dad died.

My dad had mentioned to me, in his words "that he and Uncle Draco ain't in the same category of business anymore " . I'd asked him about uncle Draco and why he suddenly stopped visiting us after my dad got demoted , then he said those words. I didn't understand those words, but all I knew was that Mr Draco now acted mean and looked dangerous.

I got snapped out of my train of thoughts when my mom drew me to an embrace. I could feel a woman trying to be so strong and not to surrender, yet the reason for being strong is her weakness as well. I could feel a woman determined to achieve the impossible, although it will be difficult. She cried out in my arms as though she felt her fight would be of no use, she cried as if she already knew that I would be taken from her, she cried as though this would be our last long embrace.

Hell no! I raised her chin and looked at her intently "Mom, I won't leave you and I'm ready to do anything for us to repay Mr Draco his fifty-five million dollars....even if it means not catching sleep for a week, mom" I assured her .

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Ray barged into the living room, panting heavily in anger. He stared around and caught the sight of his father, lighting up a cigarette as usual. A fat envelope was on the large table there.

"What have you done, Dad?" he asked fuming.

But the man kept smoking, puffing smoke at Ray's face. His three bouncers were there, anxiously waiting for their boss to give a command, so they would bundle Ray out of his presence.

"Draco!" he yelled his father's name and just before two seconds could pass by, Draco gave him a punch across his face. His bouncers wanted to actually do that, but he declined them and punched Ray within a second.

"This guts, because of a lady? Ray, you dare not disrespect me in my house. I'm not just your father, but also the Lord of the most powerful mafia in this country. I have separated you both and you only do my bidding , else you would cease from being the mafia heir"

Ray gnash his teeth and if not for these bouncers, his father was just a frail man that keeps trying to be so strong.

Looking at his father in the eyes while fuming, he said;

"I do what I want to do in my personal life. And to hell with your godforsaken mafia...you should know I'm barely interested in that ".

He stormed out of the living room. Draco simply let out a dry laugh, as he opened the envelope on the table. A gun and a bundle of dollars was in it. He smiled wryly at his bouncers and closed the envelope.

He had succeeded in sending Ray's girlfriend out of the country. He despised that girl and wanted only what he wanted for his son. He had his reasons.

Ray drove out in his Bentley and left the house. He had no place in mind, he just kept driving speedily on the road. Ray was trying to build a relationship with Disha , the young lady he met in a clubhouse. He wasn't the kind of man that indulged in relationships or love affairs, but he had decided to try it out with Disha. He wanted to marry her secretly and run away with her, from his father. Ray hated everything that had to do with the Mafia or being the Mafia heir, not even after it took the life of the first woman he had ever loved!

Thinking of that, a feeling of both grief and anger surged up his spine. He immediately reversed his car and headed to his hotel.

Lorna's POV-

I packed up some sheets, duvets and blankets into the bag. Those were new stuff that we hadn't used and my mom had decided to sell them all for a million dollars. They were really worth it. I was glad that I was helping my mom in selling our properties just to repay Mr Draco.

It's been four days since I joined her and in total, we've made nine million and three hundred thousand dollars. This day was another day to sell again. A particular hotel caretaker had reached out to Mom that they needed new sheets, duvets and blankets to replace the old ones on all the bedrooms in the hotel. My mom had advertised a little that she wanted to sell these things and surprisingly, this big hotel reached out a day before and had sent the complete money to my mother.

My job was to simply deliver the items to the hotel, since my mom was going to sell some jewelry to a customer in Atlanta. Evening was drawing close and it seemed like it was about to rain. I hurried off to the hotel in a taxi .

The hotel was massive as I stared around. Time was already ticking and I couldn't find the caretaker. Mom had given me her digits and I kept calling, but she didn't pick.

Soon, she met me outside and apologized for keeping me waiting. We entered inside and she began to check if everything was complete and of good quality. I watched her keenly as she nodded her head in approval. We were in a large room, which she said was the largest bedroom. Only rich and wealthy people can actually afford it, I thought to myself. The hotel started sounding busy, it was getting late and this is the time when hotel users patronized the place.

"Miss, I believe I should get going, " I said to her. I couldn't just stay there, it was getting late and in fact, it had started drizzling.

"Oh dear, sorry for keeping you waiting once again. Could you please help me with changing the old sheet to this new one? I'll get you an umbrella soon " she asked politely.

I agreed. After all, it was still drizzling and I was sure it wouldn't start raining much before I finished. The caretaker, Miss Gwen, left and I pulled the old sheets out. I kept it in the wardrobe there and spread the new sheets on the bed.

Just as I was arranging it neatly, the door swung open.