All Chapters of Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Dinner will be in an hour.”Millie’s heart had been racing since someone showed up at their villa earlier. She let out a shaky breath and pulled a dress from the paper bag, laying it on the bed. Out of everything Cheri had picked, this one showed the least skin.Still wrapped in her thick bathrobe, she noticed the price tag hanging from the fabric. Her eyes widened slightly. Figures—the less there is, the more it costs, she thought, brushing her fingers over it.Ethan was in the shower, the running water filling the room in the background. She sat on the edge of the bed and untied the towel from her hair, letting it fall down her back. Her fingers drifted through the damp strands without thinking. Then the shower stopped. Her heart jumped. She stood quickly, scanning the room for something to do so she didn’t just stand there.She opened drawer after drawer near the vanity, searching. Behind her, the bathroom door creaked open. She didn’t have to turn—she felt Ethan walk in. The room

“Holy shit…” Millie stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, and she could hardly recognize herself.The dress Cheri had chosen wasn’t just an outfit; it was a bold declaration. The black fabric shimmered faintly under the light, hugging her curves like it had been tailored specifically for her. Elegant yet daring, it featured swirling, asymmetrical cutouts that revealed just enough skin to tease without crossing the line. A high slit ran up one side, revealing her toned leg with every slight movement. The floor-length design balanced the boldness with a sense of grace, making Millie feel like she was stepping into a whole new version of herself.Her hair was sleekly pulled back into a tight ponytail, the clean style emphasizing her sharp cheekbones and determined expression. Her skin seemed to glow, and her makeup—minimal yet flawless—completed the transformation. For the first time in a long while, Millie felt emboldened.The memory of her brief phone call with Evan flick

Millie took a shaky breath as the hooded figures ascended a low, elevated platform at the center of the room, drawing everyone’s attention. Conversations ceased, and the clinking of silverware against plates stopped mid-motion. Every eye in the room turned toward the platform.Slowly, they lifted their hands and pulled back their hoods, revealing their completely naked bodies beneath. Millie’s eyes widened in shock. Their skin glistened under the low, flickering candlelight, slick with oil that accentuated every curve and contour. Each wore a mask that covered the upper half of their faces, concealing their eyes and noses but leaving their mouths exposed.Millie’s stomach churned. She glanced around the room, expecting others to share her discomfort, but most of the seated guests appeared unfazed. Some even smiled faintly, their eyes fixed on the stage with a calm, almost ritualistic acceptance.What in the hell?Her gaze snapped back to the platform. The man and woman turned to face

“Come here, Amelia.”Nina beckoned Millie into a small, dimly lit room that resembled an old-fashioned tea parlor. The faint scent of lavender in the air clashed oddly with the faint musk of whiskey. A single ornate lamp bathed the space in a warm, golden glow. It felt cozy yet strangely suffocating, given the circumstances.Nina reached for a crystal decanter on the table and then poured whiskey into two glasses. She handed one to Millie, her painted lips curling into an inviting smile.Millie hesitated, shaking her head slightly. Still irritated with Ethan, her hands fidgeted nervously at her sides as her thoughts raced, replaying what she had just witnessed during dinner.“Come on,” Nina urged gently. “Just a sip to calm your nerves.”Reluctantly, Millie took the glass and allowed Nina to guide her to the purple velvet sofa. She sank into the soft cushions. Taking a cautious sip, the whiskey burned as it slid down her throat. She winced slightly, clearing her throat as the unfamili

Millie’s feet felt rooted to the floor, but she forced herself to move, her eyes darting away from the obscene scene before her. She couldn’t help but notice how out of place they looked—fully clothed while everyone else was butt-naked, sweat-slicked bodies gleaming under the golden light. The heat of the room and the charged atmosphere made her feel like she couldn’t breathe. Nina took her hand, her grip steady and guiding, and led her through the room. Millie’s chest tightened with every step until, finally, they pushed through a set of doors and stepped outside. Relief washed over her as the cool night air, carrying the salty tang of the nearby ocean, hit her like a wave. She gasped, her lungs grateful for the fresh air. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly aware of the chill. She wasn’t sure if it was the ocean breeze or the lingering shock of what she had witnessed. Her hands trembled slightly, and she pressed them against her arms to steady herself. They walked i