Semua Bab Contracted to the Mafia Lord: The devil and His pet: Bab 51 - Bab 60

~MIA ANTHONY ~I got a message from my new online tutor that she wouldn't be available today. But why would she commence teaching only to make excuses the next day? Or was she ordered by Luca to withdraw? At the thought of Luca, I recalled yesterday's event. His voice when he proposed the America travel idea, his countenance when I rejected it and his defiant attitude when he gave up, all came reeling back.If he had been his usual self, he would have told me to pack my bags but he agreed easily. I didn't believe it at first until I saw him facing his back to me and not pursuing the discussion. But his absence in the morning; the empty space I met beside me and the cold feeling of the sheet told me that it had been a long time since he left the room. Had I made him angry? Did he sleep in his study instead? Feeling guilty, I wished he had dropped a note; at least, like the one time he had done. “Mia, you set the rules, you're finally getting happy, don't ruin the moment, okay?” I

~ MICHAEL LORENZO ~I stood at the ceiling to floor window of my office, my eyes gazing at the now calm glittering city. Swirling the glass of champagne in my hands, today had been very busy; with me visiting the hospital, attending back to back meetings and signing multiple documents.“Casper, get the car ready,” I muttered as the piercing ring of my phone echoed in the dimly lit office. I made my way to the table.On the table aside my phone were notebooks, a few documents, vape and the contract between Luca and I — Strategic Partnership Agreement. It's been a week since we signed this deal and as I thought back to the meeting I had with Luca, his unmoving stance and his determination for progressive partnership had impressed me. While still staring at the blue binded contract, a grin played on my lips when I heard the one word. “Done!” the caller said from the other end.“Okay.” I disconnected the call.“Sir, the car is ready,” Casper said and we both rushed out of the room.

~MIA ANTHONY ~This was the last day of our test and I was unhappy to say these past days hadn’t been my best. It was the second day and Luca hadn't slept in the room.Though we had never been in a deep couple conversation normally, this period where we now live like enemies, was unbearable.After Luca's proposal that night, I woke up the next day to go to school. I didn't bother and was carefree, but he came back late and didn't come to the room as usual. Instead, he went straight to his study and had Annette bring his clothes from our room.I learned from Miss Betty that he left that night we had issues and came back home at noon the next day when I was in school only to leave again.Casually seated on the mattress, the soft hum of my voice echoed lightly in the quiet room as I moved my fingers lazily over my phone, reading the chats of my friends in the group chat when a soft knock interrupted me.“Good day ma'am, Boss asked that I get him his clothes,” Annette spoke, her head sl

~MIA ANTHONY ~The ride home was silent. Home? Suddenly I questioned. Where exactly was home? Home definitely wasn't the large oppressive mansion, that the silent echo of it was like a cemetery; the sound that I had grown accustomed to.I looked out of the window. We had almost arrived at the mansion, the tall trees swishing by, their stems long and thick as they danced slowly to the cool breeze.As I stared at my phone, deliberating if to call Charles, my mind wandered back to the conversation we had. The more I thought about it, the more questions I had.Suddenly, the sense of frustration washed over me. I'm always kept in the dark, from the Mafia world of my supposed husband to my college crush who knows about my two bodyguards and feels confident enough to take me out of my marriage. Does he know Luca is a Mafia Lord? One who's not to be messed with?“Arghhh!” My hands clawed my hair in anger, the soft breeze wafting through the window didn't do justice as it also blew the strand

~ MIA ANTHONY ~ My lesson today with my online tutor was one of the worst I had ever had. Mrs. Holly, a name that definitely doesn't suit her personality, greeted me with a scowl. From the moment the screen turned on, her pale face came in view. Her smudged red lipstick that doesn't compliment her white suit, and her high pitched voice that sounded like a horse in heat when she scolded me the moment we went live. “You are a minute late, I don't joke with punctuality!” She had said to me, even before I could introduce myself. We covered two important subjects, and the time went by slowly. I was extremely bored, tired, and hungry. A sudden tap on the door disrupted our lessons. “Who's there?” “You should be aware that there are no distractions during lesson time, right?” Her voice again, she spoke firmly that I had to sit back. With a louder tap, the sound echoed through the room. “Go!” Mrs. Holly sighed, her frail hands placed on her forehead in exasperation. “Miss