The female security staff was alerted and were restricting the whole mansion. They managed to seal the upstairs area and were pointing their guns at her but none of them was allowed to shoot at her, they didn’t want one mistake to cost their families their lives. I was sure if Jennifer was to cross the door, she’d see an army of suited women stopping her from running further from me. And that’s exactly where she was heading; to the main door of the lobby. “Jennifer, I’m warning you one last time, stay where you are or you’ll regret later,” It would be nice to tie her up and remind her who she belonged to and that she could not run away that easily. She hurriedly turned the knob, I was ready to hear her gasping over her stupidity but as she opened the door. A shadow seemed to be colliding with her, apparently a man’s shadow. What?It was Massimo along with Jennifer's friend; Andrea Roman. What w

I gulped at him as my eyes widened and my heart was ripping.  “Y—you’re s—scaring m—me,” I was a shivering mess, my heart accelerated to the full capacity. Somebody save me from this paedophile or my worst nightmare of getting raped would be fulfilled.  “I should be scaring you, strawberry. After all, what you have done with me is not appreciated by me,” He husked, his aura undeniably intense. The sexual pulls I was getting from him warned me that I was surely going to lose my virginity. “You tried to escape me,” I could feel a wall behind my back, “Do you want me to remind you who owns you?” Here I was pinned to it. I wished I could merge into it.  “You don’t o—own me, I’m not an o—object!” I still chose to fight back. No way I was going to submit so easily.  “Oh my dear, love. For me, you’re a toy. The very precious toy of mine who can be played with, taken care of, fed and fucked by only me. You are the woman who will bear my ki

“Marry me,”I was standing barefoot in the bathroom while he steps away from here. Just as he said that a bullet hit my soul. Just thought of marrying him was enough to give me a minor heart attack. I started to imagine my life with him after marriage. It’d be a living hell. I couldn’t even dare to consider marrying someone like him even if he’s the last man on the earth. Never. “Marry me but stop crying like a toddler,” “Are you insane or what? That's the worse thing I would want for myself!” I spat at him. “I would never marry my rapist,” I huffed heavily with tears streaming like a river. “Everything that happened between us last night was consensual. Stop denying that you didn’t want me, you were dying for it,” His words ripped my heart away. I forgot to breathe to sink his allegation on me. How cruel these mafia men could be. Professor Richard was right, a crimin

“This is my final decision. I’ll give my all for the girl you just called a whore. She is and will be a real Mrs. Luciano Bernardi, do whatever you want,” Nobody would be able to stop me from doing that. “Then you are not in my mansion. Don’t you ever show up this face of yours. There’s no place for you in my family!” If not for my grandfather who died a year ago, I would have changed my surname. He was the man who made me proud of being a Bernardi. The real maker of what I was today. “Let me remind you that the mansion is not your property, it’s my grandmother’s and I can come whenever I want and I will. Do what you can. I’ll make her your daughter-in-law in front of my family, not only yours,” He triggered the beast in me and now, he would face it. Within a month, I’d convince Jennifer to fall for me, through this baby of ours or making her fall in love with me through

The girls and granny were taking me somewhere. I was in between seven young ladies, there were eight in total but one left. She was team Sofia I could notice. We reached the library which Luciano mentioned. And my God, massive was a small word for it. It was gigantic. The room had a historical theme. Antique vase, wooden shelves, old-style furniture, it all was aesthetical. Grandmother sat on the single couch and addressed me to sit on the opposite couch to her, which I did. The girls sat on the floor. Fuck, why were they sitting there? They could sit on the sofa and if not, I could give them my seat. Before I could say it loud, grandmother read it on my face. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The girls love to sit on the ground, it’s our tradition,” I never thought billionaires loved to occupy the cold floor. I was ashamed that I was the only one sitting on the couch and before I could slip to the floor, “Jennifer, honey, you shall remain in your