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more than a maid
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Owned by the one night stranger Forgive me oh mighty lord Vincenzo
Diana dragged the mop lazily across the marble floor, sweat on her brow and zero energy in her bones.“Huh… rich people and their shiny-ass floors,” she muttered, twisting the mop. “Do they even walk on this thing or just glide?”She puffed out air, wiped her forehead with her sleeve, and muttered again, “Phew… my whole body is crying. This is not cleaning. This is suffering with extra steps.”Just as she bent down to wring the mop again, her ears perked up.Voices then Whispers.Coming from one of the rooms down the hall.“Hmm?” she stood upright slowly, narrowing her eyes like a suspicious raccoon. “Who’s talking…?”Her curiosity took over.Like a cartoon character sneaking up to a cookie jar, she tiptoed toward the door, holding her breath. She leaned in and peeked through the tiny keyhole.Inside, she saw Raffaele and one of the guards. They were whispering intensely.“…The shooting really messed things up,” Raffaele said, his voice low. “The drugs were supposed to be out of the c
Owned by the one night stranger The blood in the sheets
Vincenzo walked into the room and quietly shut the door behind him. His movements were quick, almost impatient, as he made his way over to where Alessia sat. He dropped beside her with a deep exhale, running a hand through his hair.“Mom,” he began, his voice heavy, “this is getting too much.”Alessia blinked at him, calm as ever.“Even though the maids don’t know you’re my mother,” he continued, “you brought them in here thinking—what? That I’d fall for one of them or something?”He shook his head in disbelief.“But as you can see,” he added, motioning loosely toward the door, “I don’t like any of them.”Alessia smiled softly, almost knowingly, and reached for his hand. “Son,” she said gently, “it’s fine.”Then her eyes gleamed with something mischievous. “Besides… I think I already have a daughter-in-law.”Vincenzo frowned instantly. “Mom… you’re talking about Diana?”Alessia raised her brows, as if to say what do you think?“You made me bring her in,” he muttered, his voice dipping
Owned by the one night stranger more than a maid
Alessia knelt gently beside Diana, her touch soft as she reached for her arm.“Come now, dear. Let’s get you cleaned up.”Diana blinked at her. Huh? She wasn’t expecting... this kind of welcome. Especially not after being offered like livestock ten minutes ago.The woman helped her up, and that’s when Diana noticed—she wasn’t just older... she was maybe in her late 50s. The gentle kind of woman you’d imagine bringing soup when you’re sick. Not working in a mafia mansion.“Um... thank you,” Diana said softly.Alessia smiled. “Aww, poor child,” she whispered. “Hmm... have you eaten yet?”Diana’s stomach twisted so loud it answered for her.She shook her head. “No... I haven’t.”“Ah, I thought so,” Alessia nodded knowingly. “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”As they walked, Diana glanced sideways at her. “…Ma’am?”Alessia paused. “You can just call me Alessia, sweet one. I’m a maid. Just like you now.”Diana chuckled a little. “Well... nope. You’re old enough to be my mom. I can’t ju
Owned by the one night stranger The deal
Diana stumbled forward as one of the guards gave her a push. Her hands were still cuffed, the cold metal digging into her wrists. The masked man—her buyer—sat calmly in his seat, his legs crossed, fingers laced together. On either side of him, two guards stood like statues, waiting for his next command.His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the velvet mask, scanned her from head to toe. Slowly. Deliberately.Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he gave a lazy order.“Cuff her properly.”The guards moved instantly. They adjusted her cuffs, locking them together at the front instead of behind her back. A small mercy. Then, without a word, he stood, adjusted his gloves, and began walking toward the exit.“Take her to the car,” he said, voice cold and quiet. “Now.”She was pulled along like cargo. Her feet stumbled as they guided her outside. The crowd from the auction was gone. The halls were eerily silent. The moment the doors opened, she was shoved into the backseat of a long, black ca
Owned by the one night stranger your father used you as a collateral
“LET ME GO!” she yelled, struggling against his grip. “THIS IS KIDNAPPING! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”A sharp slap cut across her cheek.“Shut the hell up,” he snapped. “You think anyone’s coming for you?”She bit down on her lip, tears stinging her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.Another man walked in. “She’s a mess. Get her cleaned up. Change her into something decent. Boss wants her in Room Three.”“I’m not going anywhere,” she hissed, even though her voice trembled.The second blow hit her in the ribs. She folded over, gasping.“You don’t get to say no,” the first man muttered. “Your daddy made sure of that.”His words sent a chill through her. “What are you talking about?” she asked shakily. “What does my father have to do with this?”The man looked at her, then laughed bitterly. “Oh, you don’t know?”He took a step closer. “Your father—Alessandro Corsetti—borrowed two hundred million dollars from our boss. He said he’d pay it back in a year.”Her mouth went dry.“That’s not p
Owned by the one night stranger The kidnapping
Diana frowned slightly as she unlocked the front door. The house was silent.Dad wasn’t home?She stepped inside, kicked off her heels, and let her purse drop onto the hook by the door. Her feet were sore, and her brain still ached from everything—last night, this morning, and her mother’s voice still echoing in her head.She walked barefoot into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of cold mineral water from the fridge, and drank half of it in one breath.It chilled her from the inside out, cooling the lingering heat from everything Vincenzo had done to her body. She exhaled and made her way upstairs.“Dad?” she knocked on the study door on the second floor. “Are you home?”Nothing.The door was shut, as usual. Probably out gambling again.She let out a bitter laugh.Of course he was. What else did he ever do?When his company collapsed and the debts mounted, he didn’t get help. He just started gambling more. Smoking more. Drinking more. Like running from his failures was the only thing he
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