This is a new book coming up here on GoodNovel You'll get daily updates. It's an enemy-to-lovers story. A little blurb:Alessia gets kidnapped by a mafia Boss for having a relationship with the Mafia enemy. The Mafia Don, Rodion Konstantin, believes that a friend to his enemy is also an enemy, so he treats Alessia as an enemy.Stuck in Mafia Territory, working for Rodion as a maid, Alessia ends up finding a secret that Rodion has been hiding. A secret considered to be Rodion's point of weakness. She learns that he is fighting a fatal disease. She knows that Rodion's enemies could use this to bring him down.When Rodion learns that Alessia knows about his disease, he is left with not choice but to kill her, but he can't, because this girl that he stole a thong from, is always in his mind. He is busy fighting his sickness and also busy fighting his feelings for her.He doesn't believe in love, but he feels something strong for her.With Alessia having a secret that can get her free, wil
Chapter 2____Alessia____I threw my thong on a strangers face.The central part of it lay on the outline of his nose down to his lips. I could have done a lot like to admire his appearance but clearly, I had dressed up a stranger's face with a golden thong. I got up quickly and as a result, the chair fell with a thud and people didn't care about the noise at that moment, like the catastrophic situation I put myself in.The gent towered me. His hands were deeply in his pockets as he started down at me.I opened my mouth and shut it without a single word coming out. I opened it again and there, I found my voice. "That should be mine." Those words fled through my lips and I didn't miss how Carina groaned. I was also disenchanted because I knew very well that an apology was the only word that was supposed to be heard. My brain always takes a short break when I get cornered in an arduous situation. So I decided not to speak but to take action. I stepped close to him so I could take th
Chapter 3____Alessia___I arrived at Carina’s home.Isabella, Carina's baby sister grinned at me after opening the door for me. Her front teeth were all gone. I bent over and pecked her forehead then gunned towards Carina's bedroom upstairs.Their home was my home, so knew the place in and out. I was like a family to them and I wished my family was as happy as theirs.I stepped into her room. She sat on her bed with a laptop on her lap. She had her headphones on. When she sighted my sudden appearance, she took her headphones off and then crawled out of the bed, shock smeared on her face. "Oh no! Not again?" She scanned my face then took the bag from me. "Yep." I collapsed on the bed, my face idolizing the white ceiling. "Why didn't you call me? I could have picked you up?" She sat beside me. "They could have known that I came here. But this time, I want you to tell them I am not here.""Hm." She snorted "They definitely know you are here." She rubbed my knee. "I wish I could di
Chapter 4___Alessia----Marco turned twenty-five. On the evening of his birthday, the two of us were at his house. Marco suggested a simple setting in his house's backyard. It warmed my heart to see that he wanted to enjoy his birthday with me alone. My dedication to making the relationship work was apparent, given my ability to throw an incredible party. So, I agreed to his proposal of a simple dinner together.He owned a luxurious beach house, one of a kind in the area. Marco was a rich kid, raised by wealthy parents and now running a business. He took over as the president of one of his father's businesses. I would lie if I said I knew what kind of business his father owned. I had been careful not to appear snoopy, so I never asked.The backyard looked gladden in the eyes, complementing the golden dress he sent me. The radiant lights and the candles on the table gave me a certain warmth that made me relax. I admired the commitment he exerted to make the dinner memorable, given
Chapter 5___Alessia____A brisk breeze grazed my shoulder, and a shiver ran down my spine. I sluggishly fumbled in search of something to cover myself from the chill, and fortunately, I found one.My body felt relaxed, except for the window of the room that was certainly open, allowing the breeze to sneak in.A soft groan left my throat and ran my hand through my hair. I inhaled the delightful scent on the bedding, enough to bring a smile to my lips.Stretching my hands with a yawn, the breeze grew strong, wafting in the room and carrying with it the scent of the ocean.I grew reluctant to wake up; the bed felt so comfortable that it compelled me to continue sleeping. But my stomach rumbled. I was starving. Most of the time, I rarely woke up hungry. I got used to waking up in the middle of the night to grab some snacks, like cupcakes. Did I skip a meal?Attempting to remember what I had for dinner, visions began gushing in my brain. The untouched delicious meal from the romantic d
Laila Moore _______ 'Hi, I'm Laila, your father's personal assistant. I am calling you from the hospital to inform you that your father is in critical condition. Please call back as soon as you receive this message, thank you.'**I had to assume that my boss' son had lost his phone, or that he was somewhere with poor network coverage. I had left him tons of voice messages and the guy did not seem to respond. Or perhaps I had the wrong phone number. I let out an exhausted breath and averted my gaze from the screen to the deserted hospital hallway. The silence on the floor was a sign that the nurses had managed to put every patient to sleep. It was probably midnight but I was scared to leave my boss alone. I pulled myself off the wall I had been leaning on and then walked to the door of the room he was in. The room where he was busy fighting for his life. Mister Ross was a good man. He was a boss everyone would wish to have. Despite having been his PA for three years, he was also l
Laila Moore _____ An aged man clad in an expensive six-piece suit walked into the office where I had been waiting. He carried a file which he dropped on the table then turned to face me. I had stood when he walked in, and I did not miss the look on his face. He looked like he did not achieve what he desired that afternoon. Robert Frederick was a well-known businessman in Las Vegas. He was known for his touch on real estate. Well, I couldn't have known him if it were not for Mister Ross. He was rich and was also famous for doing some business which succeeded. "Good day, sir." I greeted him with the respect he deserved. He reminded me of my father who has always been making people want to lick the ground he stepped on. "I heard that you have been waiting." He unbuttoned his coat and resumed taking it off. "How can I help you and first of all, who are you?" "My name is Laila Moore. I came here in need of your favor." I commenced explaining as I held my gaze on him. It was something
Laila Moore _____ It was so ironic how I was starving yet I was an employee at a food organization. Fitfood was a well-known industry that touched every aspect of food products. Mister Ross had his business being the best food supplier in the state and was slowly creeping into the world. I yawned at the mere thought of the meals I usually devoured in the company kitchen. Shaking off the thought, I stared outside through the car window. We had arrived in the hospital. After a flight which mostly found me sleeping and getting woken up by nightmares, we finally landed and drove to the hospital. The blue sky which was dotted with clouds was rapidly turning into a shade of black, an indication that the rain was approaching and the storm was going to fall down. The hospital was industrious as usual. There were movements around the reception area where we were approaching. We hadn't reached the reception when my eyes fell on Susan. Susan was the company secretary. A well-known lady wh