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ROMAN’S POV:I stood up from my chair, stretching as I looked at the clock perched on the wall opposite my desk in my study room.I might be one of the most notorious and wanted men in the city of Cleveland, but that didn't take away my love for books. I was an avid reader.I loved the smell of books on a warm afternoon, the dust that clung to my hands as I tried to clean them. I loved the heaviness of huge hardbacks that gradually transformed to lightweight in my hands as I read, consuming each and every page and embedding it into my memory.Standing, I admired the books on my shelves. Books that were obtained both legally and illegally.I didn't mind how it found its way into my study. All that mattered was that they now belonged to me.A polite knock made me realize that it was high time. I stopped admiring my books and began moving if I wanted to make dinner.“Paul.”I opened the door, glancing at Paul, who was dressed in a black t-shirt and black trousers. At the moment, he looke

NYSSA’S POV:Standing up with the aim of going to the kitchen to dump the plates because the sight of dirty plates next to my bed would never sit well with me, I approached the door, opening it slightly.I stepped out, one foot after the other, but stopped short when I noticed one of the men who had entered the room with Paul earlier in the day eyeing me coldly, the rifle in his hands making me swallow in fear.“Where are you headed, woman? You're not to leave the room.”Without uttering a word, I showed him the dirty plates in the tray.“Cat got your tongue?”He glared at me, brandishing the weapon in his hands.Taking a step backward, I spoke, trying to keep my voice as firm as possible.In actuality, I had other plans than just going to drop the plates back in the kitchen. I wanted to explore. I wanted to know where I was, the nature of my surroundings, and how soon I could escape.But of course, I didn't tell the guard with a gun that.“I want to return the plates back to the kit

NYSSA’S POV:The servants' quarters were a vast bungalow in the Adams estate.As soon as I was brought in by the two guards, I was aware of the difference between the quarters and the Adams mansion.The smell was different. The quarters reeked of dirty clothes, food, and sweat. The quarters looked just like a small hotel. There was a large hallway, and then rooms with numbers for identification.And as I was bundled into the room that had been chosen for me, I noticed how the other servants looked at me.Their eyes were pitiful, and at the same time, they seemed to mock me.The two men holding my hands stopped when they got to the last room at the end of the bungalow.“Well, this is it. A result of your stubbornness.”I clamped down on my teeth, knowing that the last thing I wanted was another slap or bruise. I wanted to snap back at them so badly, but I knew how it was going to end.The key snapped in the lock, and the door opened.I turned my face away at the sickening odor that em

Staring at her, I was aware of how beautiful she was even in the most unfortunate of conditions.The bruise on her forehead and the pink handprint on the side of her face did nothing to hide that pure, unfiltered beauty.Her hazel eyes completed her looks, and for a moment, I acknowledged that if she was treated properly and well dressed, I would be staring at a real competition in terms of looks.“Have you no manners? You seem to forget where you are, Nyssa. Here, you greet people. Do you understand?”She nodded, her eyes on the floor.“Come on, I want to hear it.”“What? Hear what?” She asked in confusion, her hand patting her hair.“Greet me, you…you good for nothing piece of shit!”“Good morning, Miss.. Miss Charlene…”“Come on, louder. And look at my face when you speak to me. My face is not on that floor!”“Good morning Miss Charlene.”She spoke, her voice clear. And for the first time since I saw her, I noticed the inner strength that was barely noticeable.Her chin defiant, a

“Um..yes. Word on the street is that we've got the best product in the entire city. I don't know how much, but we are bound to see an interest in sales this week.”I grinned, the laptop in front of me forgotten momentarily.Stretching my hand forward, I pumped his hand in a firm handshake.“This, Paul, is why I made you stand beside me. Because you can do it all. Security, finances, control. You're there. Excellent work, Paul. Excellent work.”He nodded before speaking, brushing my words of gratitude aside.“Well, I don't think other families are taking the news lightly. You know what it means, boss.”My reply hung on the tip of my tongue before a knock interrupted us both.It was Mia. A porcelain cup was in her right hand, and delicate spirals of smoke graced the air next to her.“Good morning, boss. Your coffee.”“You don't ever get tired of greeting me, do you?”Smiling, I accepted the coffee, muttering my thanks. I waited for her to close the door behind her before turning to Pau