Share
Old Favors and Deceits
Third Person POV
"What are you thinking so hard?"Svetlana let out a deep breath. He was just so overbearing. He even wanted to control what she spoke, did, or even thought.He wanted to occupy everything about the things or people he 'owned'.He kept her around for his 'entertainment'. Because she was a new subject to dissect, to know all nooks and crannies of.He liked her because she was unique to his world, something novel.Svetlana smiled sweetly, the hollowness in it only she could feel, "I was thinking...this isn't your Mansion where you live. Right?"Luca chuckled, his frown smoothening, "Yeah, it isn't, but I wanted that house to be our Matrimonial House besides I am upgrading that Mansion for security and we needed a little renovating there before we get shifted there once we are married."Marriage was something he was trying too. To know the perks of it. Svetlana nodded and looked again out of the window, uninterested in conversations anymRelated chapters
Mafia King's Fiancé A woman Under Many Veils
Third Person POVSvetlana sat in front of the vanity mirror wearing a nightie arranged for her. All the makeup was washed off her skin by the relaxing bath she had taken.The voice of heavy water droplets clashing on the tiled floor was echoing the still room, Luca was taking a bath and he didn't even bother to lock the door, it was beyond her why would he even do that.The night was gone by the ladies planning the wedding and the irony was, they were planning her supposed 'wedding' without even consulting her for the color schemes.She looked at her reflection for the first time not in awe or vanity like a narcissist like she usually did, but today she frowned at her crystal clear reflection.She touched her face.Smooth, it was as smooth as a newly born pearl. Her skin was pale, snowy pale. her lips were cherry red, her eyes cat-like, and her hair the darkest shade of brown that if not seen in sunlight they could be mistaken as black
Mafia King's Fiancé Girl Fight
Third-Person POV At noon, Ashley took her to her room and tried to help her pack. They were packing everything in the order she was telling them to. There were too many memories, souvenirs, and even tapes of Sandra. The girl sure lived to brighten the world with her pure joy and carefree aura. Svetlan glanced at a picture frame with a frown on her face. In the picture, the girl was holding a bunny and was sitting flopped on the grass. Svetlana glanced at the mirror then turned back to the photo. She was like a mirror image of her except the honey hazel hair and the innocence, purity, fragility, and virtual allure on her. The girl was everything she wasn't. Luca must be blind or something. The girl was a kind that made men protective of her, she would have attracted them like a scented flower attracted bees. Svetlana felt a resentment like never before ignite. She wanted to know who the young woman and her myste
Mafia King's Fiancé Mistress and Wanna be Mistress
Okay, about the last chapter: I was in a hurry and made a mistake. I corrected it right away but the revisions on Goodnovel take a day or two to register. Happy Reading!Third Person POVIvana dropped her fist and laid on her back beside Svetlana.In a trashed bar with broken tables, shattered glass, and injured limbs they were as peaceful as they were in their crib.That is the kind of relationship they had, a toxic friendship.They had both done considerable harm to the other. Nothing fatal but if they were against any common rank lot, they would've done lasting damages.They stayed down, heaving heavy breaths to calm their raging minds and racing hearts for a while in pregnant silence with the only sound reaching their ears was either their heavy breath or erratic hearts."He isn't worth it."Ivana scoffed that ended in a coughing fit, "You don't sound convinced enough."Svetlana pursed her lips and exhaled, thinking it through. Sh
Mafia King's Fiancé Calculated Aftermath
Third Person POVOn a secluded area in the middle of nowhere with nothing but uncivilization around the premesis Svetlana stopped the car.Wiping her face and body with wet wipes, of all the dirt and vile liquids, she winced at the pain that erupted by touching her bruises. She could tell there wasn't any fatal internal injury but her ribs were surely bruised."That b*tch!" Svetlana cursed with every hiss and moan in pain.There wasn't much she could do in this state of her. Her hairs were sweaty and sticky and smelled of champagne and vodka.She ripped open the carton and took out a change of a Tee shirt, denim jeans and a scarlet jacket.She was in no condition to exhibit her body in a seducing-short dress. There were bluish bruises on many parts of her body. She looked like a woman who has objected victim to domestic violence.Svetlana inspected her swollen cheek and busted lip and closed her eyes in irritation. She cur
Mafia King's Fiancé Lalalopsy Puppet
Third Person POVHis eyes ablazed and lips pursed, his hand stilled once combing his hair but he didn't turn to her but walked to the door with steady steps.Svetlana panicked and ran to him and held his arm but he jerked his arm out of her hold, like she was infected with a plaque.A pang emerged in her heart which was replaced with rage in a matter of seconds. He was still galring at her, like she had betrayed him.Svetlana return a twin glare and shouted, "I was depressed and lonely, Okay! I am locked here the whole day with no one to talk to: the whole wedding and fake pregnancy were freaking me out so...""So you drove to a noman land after deceiving my radar and drowned in booze out of your skull?" Luca cut her off in a lethally calm voice."Yes! I mean NO! You are just putting it too harshly. You have me practically locked in here, like in a curfew! I feel suffocated, I am not a six-year-old even a six year old isn't imprisoned in the
Mafia King's Fiancé Shitty Lives of Billionaires
Third Person POVHe had been living in the bachelor's pad of Daniel, Dean, Zion, Tylor, and Vincenzo, his assistant. Though Andres didn't live here anymore.They lived together to give company to each other as they were all single and had constant hook-ups, apparently regular lives were a chore for them.Their personalities were a stark contrast to each other but that didn't rust their brotherhood, even over time.Andres, Dean were brothers and Daniel was their half-brothers. They were heirs to Calderon fortune, the other powerhouse in the continent.Andres had a devil-may-care attitude while Dean was a happy-go-lucky kind, and Daniel was a loose cannon. You have to struggle to make him angry but once he is, you wouldn't want to be on the wrath-receiving end.Tylor and Vincenzo were both organised one-shot-kill type. But whereas one was an easygoing flirt, the other was deadbeat.But their attractive features got them constant lays.Their plac
Mafia King's Fiancé Unrequited Loves Cafe
Third Person POVLuca rested his head backwards on the couch and closed his eyes to relax a little. For now, he had extinguished the lava.The front door opened and closed, Luca took no notice of it. It was past evening and the boys were returning from their 'jobs'.Andres would join them too but, he was probably doing his captive-cum-mistress, like she was some chores. That's what he had collected from Vincenzo intel.The living room is where they spent their Fridays resting, and recounting their week and on weekends they went on 'booty-hunts'.No commitments, no arguments, no drunken fiance, no family drama: single life was f*cking heaven."Sh*tty days?" Zion plopped on the couch Luca was sitting on, with a beer bottle and half-eaten lasagna in hand. He had spoken with mouth-full just like he did when he was a teenager.Luca ruffled his hair and chuckled lightly and murmured tiredly under his breath, "You have no idea."
Mafia King's Fiancé Fiance vs Ex-fiance
Third Person POVDays passed by Svetlana spending her time, slumping, dining and shopping with Ashley and Juana.She knew Luca had a hand in it but she didn't bother him, just like he didn't bother her. He hadn't come home since that fight and it was better this way, for both of them. It helped her strengthen her resolve.Shopping was treated as a competition. If Juana bought a blue crib in six-digits, Ashley bought a pink crib in seven-digits.The irony was that they even decided the wedding rings on their own too.They would occasionally break out in a quarrel about the things that could only be one. Like the banquet, wedding cake, venue decor theme, etc.That was the tightest spot for her when they turned to her for supporting one of them. Their glares came with promised dread, both the women were terrifying when provoked.And siding with one would humiliate the other and bring her wrath upon her. Svetlana being smart w
Latest chapter
- Mafia King's Fiancé The End
- Mafia King's Fiancé Back to Life
- Mafia King's Fiancé Wish to Never Wake Up
- Mafia King's Fiancé Grilling Bodies
- Mafia King's Fiancé Deception
- Mafia King's Fiancé Death Encounter 1
- Mafia King's Fiancé A Revelation
- Mafia King's Fiancé Heart core
- Mafia King's Fiancé Announcement
