The Mafia’s One Night Stand Wife

Hazel.The sunlight peeping from the curtains, gradually brought me awake. I slowly scanned the room, trying to process everything that had happened and why I was in an unacquainted room. This is definitely not my room because I don’t remember booking a suite. Am I even in the right hotel?I don’t usually drink heavy but I was so wasted last night that I can’t even recall what happened after Ann dragged me to the club. I could remember that I left Ann at the club and hailed a cab. I could remember walking into the lobby and maybe I pressed on the wrong floor…I sat upright briskly as everything came crashing back into my throbbing head all at once. I pressed the wrong floor on the elevator and I ended up here in the suite floor. I must’ve tried all the doors on the floor and this was the only room unlocked and I entered. “What the fuck have I done?” I say lowly to myself. This is the reason why I stay away from drinking too much. I always end up doing the most insane things. My stom

Five years later…Hazel.Today is the day I've been praying for, my first day at my first job. I'd interviewed for the position of the Creative Director's Assistant. It's not exactly my dream job of being a fashion designer, but it's close enough. I believe that if I exercise patience and work hard, I'll get there one day.The creative director I'll be working under is Amanda Amerigo, the owner of Felda Fashion House. The company bears her mother's name, Felda, as a tribute. Amanda is a bit of a workaholic and quite strict. She's been married three times and obtained most of her husbands' wealth through divorce. Her career always took precedence, and that's why she hasn't remarried after leaving her three husbands financially devastated.Amanda already has an assistant, my best friend Ann, but she requested another one and recommended me for the position. After an interview with Amanda, she surprised me with her first words: "You're slim, I like it." It was an unusual compliment, but

Hazel. In my life, I'd seen my fair share of attractive men – dominant, handsome, and charismatic individuals. But I was the type of woman who, when encountering a striking man, would casually lower her gaze, avoiding giving the impression of ogling. For the longest time, I didn't dwell on these encounters. After all, I had Chris, a handsome man who was more than enough for me.This man, however, was different. Being around him emitted an entirely distinct energy. It was something I couldn't quite put into words. It was a comforting feeling, even though I knew that he might be one of the most dangerous individuals I'd ever encountered. Absurdly, he seemed both calming and toxic, and his heavily tattooed appearance from neck to arms only added to his aura of danger.I didn't know who he was or why he had intervened to save my mother and me from a life-threatening situation. The fear of what he might ask for in return was growing inside me. My imagination spun scenarios I didn't wish t

Hazel.My head felt like it was on the verge of splitting in two. Just one look at me, and you'd see how drained I was, having hardly slept last night.After the party Chris took me to and then abandoned me, I returned home, and he followed me, which led to a huge fight. He accused me of cheating when he had taken me to the party and left me to go hook up with someone else. He even had the audacity to claim that a random lady kissing his neck had been a mistake.The lipstick on his lips and all over his face were mistake too, I suppose?I didn't want to delve into it further. I wanted to keep my focus on my work schedule for the day. Ann was attending to a client, leaving me to deal with Amanda's paperwork. I tried to concentrate, but my mind kept drifting back to the man my boyfriend accused me of cheating with.It was both funny and irritating. Funny that I had been willing to follow Andrey without even knowing where he was taking me. Irritating that I had been so willing to follow

Hazel. My throat was sore, likely from the effort of keeping my tears and pain locked up within my chest. Everything hurt. I wanted to scream, to let it all out, but I couldn't do it right now. I was on my way back to the office with Amanda. My emotions were all over the place, but Amanda seemed utterly indifferent to my existence. She was immersed in her tablet, typing away, completely ignoring my unrest. I didn't blame her; in fact, I appreciated the silence between us. I had no desire to answer any questions right now because I knew if anyone asked what was wrong, I'd break down in tears."Isn't Andrey interesting?" Amanda suddenly asked, breaking the silence.His name on her lips caused a sharp pang in my chest. I swallowed hard and tried to regain my composure. I didn't understand why she was bringing up her devilish nephew. I didn't want to engage in this conversation because he is the reason I am feeling this way right now."He's something," I replied, keeping my response brie