LOVE TIDE: A RUMBLE WITH A BILLIONAIRE MAFIA

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the elegant drawing room of the Graham estate. Felicia Rose Graham stood at the center of the room, her fiery red hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. Her emerald-green eyes were ablaze with defiance as she faced her father, Sir Charles Graham."I will not marry Raphael Gallagher!" Felicia's voice quivered with anger and determination. She was not a girl to be trifled with, and her father knew it. "I refuse to be a pawn in this farce of an arranged marriage!"Sir Charles Graham, a stern man with graying temples, clenched his fists in frustration. He had always prided himself on his unyielding resolve, but his daughter's obstinacy tested even his patience. "Felicia, you must understand. The Gallagher family is one of the most respected in the country, and this union will secure our family's future."Felicia, her chest heaving with emotion, took a step closer to her father. "But I don't love h

In the stillness of the moonlit night, Felicia stomach grumbled and protested at her hunger protest. She looked at the empty bags of junks wistfully wishing she hadn't consumed it all two days ago. She wanted to continue but her stomach kept panging, she couldn't bear the hunger any longer. she devised a plan to sneak out of her room. She padded softly across the plush carpet of the hallway, her nimble footsteps creating barely a whisper, Each movement was executed with ninja-like precision.With every silent step, she edged closer to the staircase, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating her path. The dimly lit corridor felt like a labyrinth, and Felicia's senses were heightened as she moved like a ghost, her very existence hidden in the shadows.Reaching the top of the staircase, her heart quickened. She could hear the gentle hum of the night outside, contrasting with the oppressive silence of the house. But as she descended, the old wooden steps seemed to conspire against her.

Felicia's joyous squeal filled the room as she enveloped Tina in a warm hug in the excitement of the moment. However, the elation was short-lived as she released her grip, urgency abruptly taking over. "We have no time," Felicia declared, her tone serious, she rushed to the door and swiftly click the lock shut."Take off your clothes," she ordered, a command met with a compliant action from Tina. The wedding gown's bodice was swiftly discarded, and with careful precision, Tina assisted Felicia in slipping out of the intricate garment. Buttons and zippers were undone carefully ensuring the dress suffered no damage in their haste leaving Felicia in nothing but her underwear.Just as Felicia was assisting Tina into the dress, a resounding knock echoed at the door. "Felicia dear, open up," her mother's voice, tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern, resonated through the door. Their heart dropped in terror causing a shiver down their spines. "Coming, mother," Felicia yelled, her tone b