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Chapter 42: A Cruel Reminder
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[Juliette’s POV] I arrived at the dining area for my breakfast, and, to my surprise, Ralph was at his usual seat reading off his iPad. Don’t say anything, I told myself. But, my mouth was never obedient. “Why are you here?” Without looking up, he replied in a tone that finds my question annoyingly stupid. “Last I heard, this is my mansion. So why do you act surprised to see me?” I took my usual seat, which is beside his, and frowned, equally annoyed. “Agatha said you didn’t come home last night.” I glanced down at the plate of baguette and warm soup laid on the table before me, and then back at the stone, cold face. “Naturally, that means you won’t be home for the next few days.” I sarcastically refer to his habit of taking off whenever he did something awful and shirking his responsibility. To hit him where it hurts the most, I bluntly added with a careless shrug, “That’s what I learned during my time at the Virtus Mansion. And I am proud to say that I learned it well.”
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[Juliette’s POV] “Take it back,” Agatha said sharply. “Tell Joseph to cook again.” Immediately, the servants removed the plates of food from the table. “What’s wrong with the food, Agatha?” I asked, squinting in puzzlement. Agatha maintained a professional smile. “My apologies, Julie. I’ll get Joseph to make something else.” I glanced at the servants disappearing into the doorway that led to the kitchen, picturing Joseph thrashing at them for returning his food. I turned back to Agatha and asked, “But, won’t Joseph be upset? We’ve never sent something back like that.” Agatha turned to Ralph, who was staring at the table as though there was a dirty spot on it, and bowed apologetically. “Fret not, Mr. Ralph. The food will be ready in ten minutes.” Ralph gave a quick nod, and Agatha left for the kitchen. Alone with the Mafia King, I decided to confront him about Luke. Agatha had sent him dozens of texts and made numerous calls, but he hadn't responded to any of them, an
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[Juliette’s POV] I spotted Agatha near the closed doors of the main entrance. She had been staring at me until I met her gaze, and then those kind eyes fell into an apologetic look. Shit. It has happened. That son of a bitch managed to turn the tables around to his favour. But, how did he find out? Only Agatha knew about the invitation cards, and I told no one about my entire move! Agatha couldn’t have betrayed me. I moved to a vacant spot to search the entire area for Ralph—he was chatting with a group of giggling middle-aged widows. Great! The stage! I need to get up there and make the speech now. Fuck the programme! I need to salvage whatever is left of my plan. Picking up the front of my dress, I hurried over to the front of the massive ocean of crowd. Ben stopped me at the steps. “Juliette, what are you doing?” “My speech! It’s seven ten, isn’t it?” “There’s been a change of programme,” a deep voice sounded above me. Damn it! I refused to move, my mind working ha
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[Juliette's POV] The limousine shot past under the overhead sign that pointed towards 'the United Republic of Theria (U.R.T) International Airport'. I jolted upright and stared at the broad, strong back. "Damn it, Ralph! You're into human trafficking too?" "I'm not in the mood for questions." Was his curt reply. "Miss Jules, please don't be mad at Mr. Ralph!" Thomas blared through the intercom. "He planned all this with us for your honeymoon." What! Apprehension stretched my gaze. Honeymoon, my ass! He's selling me overseas! And I'm not in the mood for a honeymoon! I need to stay calm and find a way to escape. A dry chuckle left my lips. Then, I murmured, "You're not in the mood for questions, but you're in the mood for holiday." He swung around with a smug grin. "Victory must be celebrated with bang, shouldn't it?" Asshole. He's rubbing my defeat in my face. I shouldn't provoke him—that would keep him alert. But I couldn't help it. Narrowing my gaze into a seething gla
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Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 49: Next Step, Coming Clean
[Ralph’s POV} I watched my fingers caress her cheek, the silkiness of her skin sliding past the grooves of my finger pads. I pushed the fallen curls behind her ear, noting its shade. Do all women look this peaceful and angelic when they sleep? Or just her? I felt a smile on my lips and chuckled. I kissed the side of her forehead and observed her, my thumb admiring the soft skin where my lips were. I need to get you away, Juliette, to a place where the son of a bitch couldn’t reach you, so I can make you trust me again. This time, I won’t fail. I will get your trust. And once I get it, this time, I will hold it tightly in my hands. I will not let it slip through my fingers. A strategist never makes the same mistake twice. I will use any means to keep you, so the Lux business empire will be mine, and I can get out of this mafia hellhole. The plane would land soon. I better get some sleep before that. ***** [Juliette’s POV] A salty breeze filled my nose. The gentle swis
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 50: Letting Her Into My Past
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