The Mafia Proposal

Chapter 2Sharon's suddenly eyes snapped open in a room and she found herself lying on the bed. She gasped for air and a familiar smell instantly swam into her nostrils.“Could this be the smell of heaven?” She thought, her eyes scanning through the chandelier over her head.Sharon sat up, her mind all over the familiar smell. she could clearly remember the smell. It was the same smell of the deodorizer she had sprayed into the air before lying down.She threw the sheets off her body to reveal the blue nightwear that she was wearing, Her ample bosom was exposed under the nightwear, Her brows instantly scampered seeing that, it was the same one Aria had given to her as her wedding gift. She had clearly remembered that she had only worn it once, Andrew had complained that it and she burnt it afterwardThe room was so familiar, it was like walking back into a deja vû nightmare. She was supposed to be dead, wasn't she? Her sister, Aria had stabbed her. Yet, she sat on the familiar bed, al

Chapter 4When the man heard her condition he didn’t think much about it. He only asked his personal bodyguard, Remo to lead Sharon to his study roomSharon could feel the wrinkles that formed on her forehead as her eyes scanned through the weird portrait in his study room. She squeezed her face at the man’s weird taste.“Are you here for sightseeing?” Sharon heard the man's rude voice behind her and she immediately turned in his direction.She only looked at the man without saying a word, She didn’t want to lose her temper. Right now the man in front of her is like her savior.Apart from her revenge, She had taken the attractive offer knowing the man was powerful and only he could protect her in the path of her revenge. She needed someone in a high position, she knew he was the one she needed at the moment, and the man was far better than Andrew in all ways.Also, Sharon had learned from Aria in her past life that to get the first half of her inheritance, the condition was for he

Chapter 6 Tara helped Sharon pick out the dress she would be wearing.“Ma’am, the white dress or the yellow dress? Tara asked meekly, holding up both dresses. Sharon looked at them through the mirror and she seemed to contemplate for a while. She didn’t think much about it when she chose the white one. It wasn’t the time for her to be deliberating over mere clothes. “The white dress,” Sharon told her. Tara brought the white dress to her at once and she got her dressed up. She helped her dress adequately and her long brunette hair was combed down until it shone and her scalp ached.Sharon stared at her reflection in the mirror, which was almost blinding. She looked markedly different from when she first arrived at the mansion.Tara kept looking at her, not daring to take her eyes off even for a second; she had never seen anyone as stunning as her new mistress“You look, pretty ma’am, you had the prettiest face I had ever seen.” She complemented herSharon only nodded, no smile cre

Chapter eightSharon looked at the rude man, She couldn’t believe he could say that to her face However, her next words were interrupted by a call that came suddenly on his phone.Mathew took a glance at his cell phone and his expression instantly changed, he stood up from where he sat and walked slightly away from the dining tableSharon clenched her fist tightly as his words kept coming back to her. She was greatly insulted by him, well it was never his fault, she was the one who was so stupid to believe all his lies.“Do you want second, Miss?” Dee's voice managed to jolt her out of her thoughtShe looked down at her meal that she had only nibbled on the whole day, she had hardly taken a spoon from it so why would she ask if she wanted more?Sharon didn’t want to act rude, she only looked up at the woman forcing a smile across her face“No. I’m fine.” She mumbledAfter all, she had her pride too, it was just her first day in the house, so why would she ask for a second? It would on

Chapter TenShe had been so startled to see the man that she had never expected anyone in the middle of the night.“What are you doing in the middle of the night? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” She questioned.Sharon knew it wasn’t the right question to ask; it was his house, and he could do whatever he wanted.Matthew ignored her; he walked over to the switch, reached up for the light switch, and flickered it on. The light immediately poured into the dark room, and Sharon squinted her eyes at the sudden reflex.He returned to the sofa, where he took his seat.“Is he having difficulty sleeping?” Sharon thought.Sharon ignored the thought; she crouched to the floor and started to pack everything she dropped. “You should know how to keep your voices low; your cries are quite disturbing and irritating.” The man said it to her face.Sharon's brows instantly snapped together.How did he know that she cried?“Have you been sneaking on me?” She scoffed. For a minute, she had forgotte