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Thirty One
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2026-07-22 19:09:55
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The Mafia's Adopted Princess Thirty Two
EVE’S POV I slowly lowered my phone from my ear, staring at the caller ID like it had suddenly grown a second head.Felix.That Felix?It couldn’t be. I blinked, confused. Why would he—of all people—be calling me?“Um… sorry, which Felix exactly?” I asked cautiously, voice barely above a whisper.“The young judge,” came the smooth voice again. “From the audition. Felix Omega.”Oh. My. God.My lips parted slightly. I could feel my heart give an awkward jolt.“Is it weird that I called?” he asked.“Kind of,” I admitted, then immediately regretted how blunt that sounded. “I mean—not in a bad way—it’s just… unexpected. I didn’t think you’d remember me, that’s all.”He chuckled softly. “I wanted to congratulate you on your win. And apologize. I couldn’t make it to the Villa like I planned. Something urgent came up.”“Oh, that’s… that’s fine,” I stammered, biting my lip. “I wasn’t expecting you to come anyway. Not that it wouldn’t have meant something if you did, I just—”I paused and gro
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HAMILTON’S POV “They seem awfully close,” Morgana said, seating beside me, her tone dripping with suspicion. “I doubt this is their first meeting. He probably knows her from somewhere.”I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I sank deeper into the plush mattress, propping my arm behind my head as I stared at the ceiling.A low hum escaped my throat as I pulled out my phone and opened Lime. My thumb lazily tapped through Kevin’s story. His signature grin flashed on the screen—he was beaming beside her. The girl from the video. The dancer. The scholarship winner.I smirked.“He tagged her,” I muttered under my breath.Morgana leaned over, but I shifted slightly, keeping the screen to myself. I tapped the tag.RitaDaniel.A plain username. No profile posts. No highlights. No updates. Nothing.Just a profile photo of some anime character with oversized eyes and pastel-colored hair.I scoffed. “An anime avatar? Is this girl serious?”“She must be a ghost on social media,” Morgana said, ro
The Mafia's Adopted Princess Thirty
MORGANA’S POV It was another predictable afternoon—sunlight piercing through the high-rise skyline like golden spears as I stepped out of my sleek black sedan and faced the towering penthouse complex ahead.The guard at the entrance sprang to attention, opening the automatic glass doors for me with unnecessary urgency.I offered him a brief nod, my heels clicking sharply against the pristine marble floor.It’s an automatic door, darling. No need to act like my servant.Then again, I couldn’t blame him—he had “struggled background” written all over him. Some people are just born to serve. I was born to be served.The lobby was quiet, the air scented with vanilla and citrus—just the way Hamilton liked it. I pressed the elevator button, arms crossed, tapping my fingers impatiently. When the polished silver doors finally slid open, I stepped in and hit the button for the 14th floor.With a soft chime, the elevator arrived, and I stepped out into the sprawling penthouse suite. The living
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EVE’S POV “I would’ve followed my brother if I’d known you were going to audition,” Treasure said, as we came to a halt in front of the greenhouse, bathed in soft amber light from the descending sun. “Your brother?” I asked, raising a brow. “Yeah.” “Wait… did he also come to audition?” “Nah. You probably met him that day, though. He was on the panel.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to recall. “Wait—are you talking about that young guy? What was his name again?” “Felix,” Treasure answered with a proud grin. My jaw dropped slightly. “That was your brother?” “Yep.” “Like… your biological brother? Your actual mom gave birth to him?” “That’s right,” he chuckled, clearly amused at my surprise. “Told you he was attractive. I’m sure you gasped the moment you saw his face.” I tried to hide the laugh bubbling in my throat. “Yeah, right.” “Aww, don’t even try to act. No girl sees him and walks away unaffected. He’s got that charisma.” I gave a small shrug, not quite able to suppress
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EVE’S POV After breakfast, Mr. Adam stood from the table, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “Would you like a tour of the villa?” he asked, flashing a warm smile.I nearly screamed. “I’d love that, sir.”We strolled quietly through the massive hallways, the silence between us oddly comforting. The scent of polished wood, faint garden roses, and something vintage lingered in the air as our footsteps echoed along marble floors. The house was a masterpiece—every corner carefully curated, from the gold-framed portraits to the intricate chandeliers.Eventually, Mr. Adam paused before a grand domed structure, its surface glistening in the late morning light.“Let’s step inside,” he said, pushing open the glass doors.I nodded as I followed him in and gasped softly. I hadn’t realized from the outside that it was a greenhouse. Inside, the air felt different—warmer, sweeter, more alive. Butterflies fluttered lazily between suspended flower baskets, and a stream trickled over s
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EVE’S POV The following morning, as we were still getting dressed and gathering ourselves to honor the invitation to Adam’s Villa, the unexpected sound of the doorbell shattered the stillness of our home.We all froze.It was odd. No one in the neighborhood ever rang our bell — not unless it was a delivery or someone hopelessly lost.I exchanged glances with Daniel, who peered at me from behind the doorframe, and Mom who cautiously peeked from the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on a towel.Slowly, I walked to the door and turned the knob.A tall man stood outside, sharply dressed in a black butler’s uniform — a tailcoat and gloves, complete with a silver pocket watch that glinted under the sun. For a moment, he looked like he had walked right out of a 19th-century film.“Good day, miss, I believe I’m at the Edwards residence?” he said, bowing slightly. His English accent was thick and refined.“Good day, sir,” I replied, trying to suppress my shock. “You’re at the Edwards’ reside
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NOVARIA’S POV“You can come with me.”For a moment, I genuinely thought I had heard him wrong.Slowly, I turned toward him. His expression remained unreadable, those dark brown eyes fixed on me calmly as though he hadn’t just invited a complete stranger Into his home.I searched his face carefully,
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NOVARIA’S POVSylvester shifted slightly beside me, carefully adjusting the blanket over my body as though he was afraid I would get cold.“Good morning,” he said softly, his deep sleepy voice filling the room. “Did you sleep well?”I rubbed my eyes tiredly before sitting up slowly on the bed.“Yea
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NOVARIA’S POVWith that been said, Sylvester gently took my hand and led me upstairs.Even after everything that had happened tonight, my body still remained tense. Every unfamiliar sound in the mansion made my heart jump slightly, and although I trusted Sylvester more than anyone else here, I stil
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NOVARIA’S POVCollins stared at Sylvester for a long moment before looking back at me again. The surprise on his face was impossible to miss.No, surprise wasn’t even the right word. Shock is.It was obvious he knew Sylvester better than anyone else in this mansion, and whatever Sylvester was doing
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