Semua Bab My Daughter's Nanny (Love and desire): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Adele I haven't been seeing much of Mr Peterson, and I was a bit relieved. Even though a little part of me misses his touch. I find myself craving for his touch at night. We have one more night together for the contract to end, after one more night he would stop touching me.   I stepped under the shower fully, turning it on as I washed my self. The women were in the room telling their past life stories, I used the clean up as an excuse to escape. I wasn't going to tell them I was an Italian mafia princess, daughter to the one who they call the wrecker. The man who have wrecked so many life and tore so many family apart to get to the position he is right now. I couldn't help but wonder what would become of me if Mr Peterson ever finds out who I am. Would I be beheaded like the man in war floor. I shivered at that thoughts. I had to accept the fact that there was no escape for me, the onl

Adele The early morning sun rays and the chirps of the birds roused me up from sleep. I yawned loudly, a smile appeared on my lips at the thoughts of what happened last night crossed my mind. I turned to the other side of the bed and it was empty. I sat up, flinching at the soreness in between my thighs.  "Where am I?" I whispered, the room looked so strange to me, it was not the masters quarters. But where is this place and how did I get here.  I pushed the duvet away, getting off the bed hurriedly. Ignoring the soreness between my thighs. The coldness of the marble floor against my feet and the coolness of the breeze against my naked body made me realise this wasn't a dream.  I looked around the huge room. The wallpapers were pure white, the window drapes were all of burgundy colour.  Two novels were on the Vanity table. One was written by Colleen Hoover and the other by an

Unknown (Point of view) She was meant to be mine, where exactly were they hiding her! I could let a lot of things go by without reacting. But taking what belongs to me was totally out of it. I will make that bastardo pay for everything he did to me. Mateo Enzo Romano messed with the wrong guy, I will burn his families to ruins after getting what belongs to me. I need to find my Gianna wherever they were hiding her. She was betrothed to me before she was born, her father killed her mother and twin brother, but the twin brother didn't die as they all thought. He is right under my command, fully trained as a soldier. Giovanni, and he was one of my most trusted hand man. Sworn to secrecy, he took the vow of Omerta at the age of ten. I was going to take back what was mine, my woman and territory. The Romano's may think they have won after setting up a fire accident in my home, luckily I survived. They all tho

KingsleyThe Spy we sent to the Romano's mansion was here already, the forlorn look on his face made me realise something was wrong. We were all back in the work out room for another discussion. "Spill the news," Andrew said, snapping his fingers. I rolled my eyes, does he have to open his mouth. I wonder what he used that mouth for before coming here. He reeks of sweat and sex. "You won't believe it," the spy whispered, fingering his bushy moustache. I eyed him curiously, wondering what might have gotten him this speechless. "Believe what?" Armani's voice cut in. Armani wasn't really a patient guy.  "I heard right, it was so clear. I really can't believe this." The spy muttered under his breath. "Believe what? Can you please go straight to the point. You are getting us curious here." Andrew cut in impatiently. "The Romano's Princ

AdeleA tall muscular man with white goatee badged into the place they call the torture room. The men became mute as the man walked in with anger purely written all over his face. The aura he brought in was a scary one. "A sheep walked into the lions den and you men didn't even bother to invite the lion to the party," the huge man's voice boomed loudly echoing repeatedly. My heart almost leaped out of my chest.  None of the men said a word, I was shivering in fear. I couldn't look the man right in the eye, but I noticed his bald hair. I could hear the footsteps of the man as he came closer to me, my heart beat increased rapidly forming a rhythm with the man's footsteps. "Mateo Enzo Romano's daughter in my territory!" The man shouted. An evil laughter followed, causing havoc to my hearings, the laughter kept sounding in replay to my hearings even thoug