Lahat ng Kabanata ng 365 days to fall in love with a Mafia.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Maeve Ford after graduating high school decides to leave Cario, Egypt for the united states of America in search of her brother who had gone missing for years, to find some clues which could lead her to her brother, she steals a book sorted out by every illegal syndicate, powerful Clans, and even the Mafia, this makes her become a target, and amidst everything she gets caught up in a misunderstanding, entangled with a cold-hearted Ceo, and with the increasing need to find her brother she goes into a contract marriage with the enemy"""""'''''''" Let me be clear Miss Ford" He growled, his voice slightly husky but cold, his gaze never leaving her face as he closed the distance between them, trapping with his hands against the wall.The fresh musky scent of sandalwood mixed with some other fragrance that would usually put her in a conscious state filled her nostrils but this time she was more concerned with how close their bodies were.Her heart began to race, and her breath caught, she

The door leading to the church opened as I stepped out of the Bugatti la Voiture Noire, I proceeded gracefully walking over the sills before moving calmly along the corridor.I couldn't remember how many times I had taken a deep breath. I thought I had gained proper control of myself but the closer I got to the doors the faster my heart raced.The door seemed more daunting with every step I took.I squared my shoulder waiting for the door to open.Immediately the door opened and I stepped into the hall the procession began, and I could hear the processional song being played in the background as I continued in my strides down the aisle, my father took my hand in his, guiding me to the altar.I moved my eye over the hall to keep my mind at ease. The entire hall screamed of luxury, as expected of a CEO's wedding I reasoned.Lofty ceilings, chandeliers, and beautifully decorated floral arrangements, clearly it was an aesthetic atmosphere, looking spirited in compliance with the grandeur

Six months ago."Alright, girls, this is the moment you all have been waiting for" A woman announced as she watched the group of girls doll themselves up."Many influential people from all over the world are on this ship today" She continued with her hands behind her back as she walked from one dresser to another, studying the women who were seated and happily painting their faces with makeup."Now I want you girls to read my lips, I want this night to go smoothly without a hitch, I'm not saying you shouldn't get yourself a rich politician or a wealthy businessman, you can do all that but what I'm saying is that you girls better not cause me any problems this night or else there would be dire consequences, do I make myself clear.""Yes, madam Claire." They all mused happily.She turned around to exit the room.This was my chance I thought as I pulled myself together, to make sure I was getting well into character."Ah, my stomach" I cried as I crouched to the ground, gripping my stoma

I walked out of the building with a satisfied look on my face.People often say that a first impression matters and with that came the chance to put one's best traits out there but in my opinion, it was just an opportunity to fabricate the truth about one's self.Ninety percent of everything I had said to the interviewers thus far could be considered as nothing but a lie... At least it wasn't all a lie.In reality, my father isn't truly dead but was sentenced to life in prison for the numerous crimes he had committed of which two out of the bunch were murder and money laundering.Life imprisonment could be considered as the judges being nice.My mother on the other hand, well with her I could say my words held some truth, she indeed was kind, maybe too kind.Dropped out of school and married my father in the naivety of youth, only to end up becoming his punching bag, used to alleviate his anger.Every time I would ask her why she continued to remain in such a stupid excuse for marri

On hearing my words, I noticed a puzzled expression on his face which made me wonder if I had said something wrong.He moved his eye to my finger and then back to my face."What's a pinky swear?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with curiosity smeared on his face and apparent in his voice."Oh, so you don't know what a pinky swear is?"I inquired to which he nodded his head.Seeing the child express another emotion other than fear brought a smile to my face.I was somewhat surprised that I was getting the question from a child rather than an adult because it was something popular with kids these days, I didn't even know what it was until my neighbor's child force me into one with her, or she wouldn't stop crying.Just remembering the experience made me sigh inwardly, it really was one tiring experience." A pinky swear is like an important promise a person makes to another, kind of like taking an oath, it's done by intertwining the pinkies" I explained, raising my pinky."And wha