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The feeling

Juliet Taylor;“I'm all good In here baby, I fixed the TV so you can go watch Disney world while I finish up with breakfast.” She looked at me for a while, contemplating on what to do , then finally she nodded and happily tried to get down from my arms. I allowed her and watched as she sprinted to the living room.A tear drops from my eye, watching her grow and try to help even when she's so little and could barely do anything melts my heart. She's my beacon of hope and that's why I refuse to allow people like Desmond destroy her youth with painful memories. I returned back to cooking and after an hour I was done. I cleaned everywhere up, as I was about to drop my cleaning napkin the doorbell went off.“I'll take the door mama, don't You worry.” Anabelle's babyish voice said. I knew it was Christopher, so I allowed her to open the door, hopefully they could somehow connect and I'll see how things go.I set the four seater dining table for 3, I placed the moon pie in the middle as I

My little cherub

Christopher Lawson;“No, Chris. I understand you perfectly.” Juliet's voice trembled with heartbreak, every word laced with quiet pain. “No man would want to raise another man's child as his own. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the truth, isn’t it?”Her words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I could feel the sting of her disappointment, a bitterness that I knew I deserved for the careless way I had phrased my question. Annabelle wasn’t my blood, but that didn’t matter to me. I didn’t know much about her father or why he wasn’t in the picture—and frankly, I was grateful for his absence. Because in my heart, I wanted that little girl to be mine. Blood be damned.I stepped closer to Juliet, whose eyes were red and puffy from crying. Her vulnerability made my chest ache. “The last thing I’d ever do is separate a mother from her child. And the first thing I want to do… is accept Annabelle as my own.”Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face as she searched mine for any sign of moc

He has no Idea

Christopher LawsonThat afternoon, Annabelle and I immersed ourselves in a world of fun. We played tea house, raced toy cars, built structures with Legos, and colored the quirky drawings she'd made. By the time Juliet walked into the room, I realized hours had flown by unnoticed.“It’s past 5 p.m.? Have you two been playing all this time? WOW!” she exclaimed, watching us piece together a Lego masterpiece. I had already changed out of the ballet dress I wore earlier—it had started to feel uncomfortable.“Mama?” Annabelle called softly, drawing both our attention. Her voice was tired, and her demeanor suggested hunger after being cooped up all afternoon.“Yes, baby, are you hungry? I made lunch—it’s a bit late, but it’s ready. Go wash up, and I’ll serve you,” Juliet said encouragingly. Annabelle shook her head, and her abrupt change in behavior concerned me. Is she okay? Could she have gotten hurt without me noticing? The thought gnawed at me.She walked up to her mom and hugged her tig

Playing Superhero?

Vincenzo Dante Volvok:The day started as peacefully as a mobster’s life could—emails, vodka, and occasionally wondering why I hadn’t burned my enemies to ash yet. I decided to work from my study, avoiding the circus that is the office. My peace was interrupted, however, by the thought of Venom.Venom. My ever-reliable right-hand man had asked for one day off. Reasonable. What wasn’t reasonable? The fact that one day turned into three, without so much as a call, text, or smoke signal.The knock on my door dragged me from my thoughts. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Venom entered, looking like he’d lost a fight to a garbage truck. Bruises painted his face, and his suit looked like it had been crumpled under a drunk elephant.“Well, well,” I drawled, leaning back in my chair. “If it isn’t the man of the hour. What happened, Venom? Did you moonlight as a punching bag for charity, or did you just lose a very aggressive game of tag?”“Boss,” he greeted, bowing his head.“No, no,”

Flushed Face

Vincenzo Dante Volvok;She had a point, but what if the tables turned and Juliet’s ex somehow got her into his custody? I’d rain fire and brimstone on him. The voice in my head whispered, *Let’s try it out.*I signaled to Venom to give her the necessary information.“Juliet’s boss is using her daughter—who also happens to be his daughter—as a tool to make her spy on us. He’s been harassing them and traumatizing the child with his abusive behavior. I helped them move into my house, where they’ll be safe for now,” Venom started.Victoria, ever curious, interrupted before he could finish. “She mentioned a five-year-old daughter, Annabelle. So the ex is using a four-year-old to force her to spy on us?” she said, disbelief evident on her face as she looked between Venom and me, her expression screaming, *Is this how you men think and act?*“Boss needs someone to talk to Juliet, someone who can make her talk without fear and get us intel about her ex,” Venom finished. Victoria thought for a

My Man

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON;Life is full of unexpected twists and turns, one moment you hate something, another moment you cannot do without that thing. Life is a merry-go-round spin, it has its ups and it's down. It's up to you to decide what side you are on. Typically, I should be thinking of escaping this hell hole, bouncing off the gates of hell even with big guns aimed at me. The Victoria I knew would risk her life a million times for her freedom, but that ain't happening anytime soon.I clamored for my freedom, I prayed for a breakthrough and wished that the devil died in his own sleep, but all of those seemed useless and once his hands were on me, I seemed to forget my own identity and become whatever he wanted of me. Vincenzo isn't just any jerkface, he is my jerkface, not any dick head but my personal dick head. Sleeping with him wasn't part of the plan, but every moment is so magical I could only think of how great the next session is gonna be. He drills the living daylight

She's Back

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTONThe days flew by until the much-anticipated Mafia Gala Night finally arrived. Vincenzo had spared no expense, arranging a luxurious spa session for me, complete with a massage, pedicure, manicure, and facials. I also had a standby makeup artist, hairstylist, and a mysterious large box delivered to my room a few hours after the spa session. The box bore a note that read, “Love, from your tiger.”Of course, it was from Vincenzo. I hadn’t opened the box yet, being preoccupied with the flurry of activity around me. I was being treated like royalty, surrounded by professionals attending to my every need. It was overwhelming yet exhilarating.At exactly 6 PM, the makeup team began their magic. I felt the gentle application of powder, the meticulous drawing of my brows, and the careful placement of lashes. My face was being transformed. Next, the hairstylists took over, washing, drying, and styling my hair with precision. The soothing pressure on my scalp was both c

Don't Let it get To You

Victoria Bella Washington;Gabby was all smiles, her excitement evident as she watched the scene unfold before her. The air buzzed with energy, but I could feel the heat of the stares as Vincenzo gently led me off the stage. His hand rested firmly on my back, guiding me toward the lavish display of food.“What would you like, little mouse?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.The nickname made me blush, leaving me momentarily speechless. My palms grew clammy, and I could barely meet his gaze. Sensing my hesitation, Vincenzo took charge, expertly filling my plate with an assortment of delicacies. I watched him, grateful yet nervous, as his attention stayed focused on the task at hand.Behind us, a voice cut through the festive air like a knife.“I see you haven’t told him yet!” Marianne’s tone dripped with venom, loud enough to turn a few heads. She was aiming for a scene, and she was succeeding.“Tell me what?” Vincenzo asked, feigning innocence as his sharp eyes darted between Mari

He Will die

VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOV; Little Mouse's nerves were all over the place. I wasn't sure the reassurances I gave her were doing any good, so I opted for champagne. I knew leaving her all by herself wasn't the right option, but I was confident she could handle herself a bit before I got back. A business associate of mine delayed me with news of a new project we had at hand, but I excused myself when I saw, from afar, Victoria's mother dragging her by the hand toward my family. I walked stealthily, listening in and making an entrance when necessary. And now Marianne is right in front of me, making a fool out of herself, playing the victim because she has an audience. She had started tales about how Victoria stole everything she had, even her position as my wife. “You are months too late for that, Miss Washington. I suggest you stop making a fool of yourself and acting like the victim here. You could have fought for your position, but instead, you chose revenge. We are happily married,

Beautiful Moment

VICTORIA BELLA WASHINGTON;Vincenzo never planned to go home with me that night. After we had exited the hall we both went for the Limo, but he just held the car door open and made sure I safely entered. He said something about having a business to take care of; even when I apologised to him about making him leave the gala early he went on his knees and assured me he anticipated this.The ride home was long and lonely, I suddenly missed him. So much for being the one to peel the clothes off me. My inner mind grumbles. I lazily peeled off my clothes and headed to the bathroom. The warm water calmed a lot of tensed muscles in my body, the bodywash added another freshness to my skin. I No longer felt like the girl my adopted Mother picked on, I needed to find out more about my real parents, they must be out there.I really do not understand what could make a mother abandon her child or leave her up for adoption. I'm not one to judge, but I shall get to the bottom of it. I came out of th

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