Semua Bab Maid for the mafia boss: Bab 11 - Bab 17

Sapphire’s POV The silence inside the car was deafening. The blurred lights of the city streaked across the dark windowpane, but my mind was stuck on a vicious, agonizing loop, replaying the exact moment Alessandro’s deep voice had cut through the ballroom crowd. *“Sapphire is my fiancée, not a purchase, not a companion..She is my fiancée.”* The word still felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me. I looked away from the window, my fingers tightly tracing the emerald fabric of my gown, trying to stop them from shaking. Just moments ago, in the dark space between our seats, his hand had found mine, it was brief and he pulled away quickly. Now, he was already back to acting completely untouched by it. He kept his dark eyes fixed on his phone, his thumb casually scrolling through notifications as if he hadn't just altered the trajectory of my entire existence. Like he was simply checking the weather. I couldn't stay quiet anymore. The anger burning

Sapphire’s POV I called the burner line that had called me a few days ago, first thing the next morning. I just knew that the man would have answers to my questions or he was probably the one who planted the envelope in my closet. He picked up on the second ring, his breath hitching slightly as if he had been waiting for my call. "The photographs," I said into the phone. “You found them," he whispered. "who put them there?" I pressed, my fingers digging hard into the carpet. "Who slipped them into my wardrobe? Don't lie to me." He didn't answer that directly. Instead, his voice dropped, turning low and cautious. "Are you somewhere you can talk safely? Is anyone nearby?” I pulled my knees tighter against my chest, sitting on the floor of my room with my back pressed into the solid frame of the bed. "Yes," I said, a tremor running through my jaw. "Talk." He was quiet for a long moment. "What do you know about your mother's family, Sapphire?" he asked carefully.

Sapphire’s POV It has been three days since I last spoke to Alessandro, three days since we had that conversation and eight weeks since Sophia walked out the door. I haven’t heard a thing from her or even gotten an update from her concerning the release of papa. I want to extend my grace to her. But right now, I’m forced to believe that she has been aware of papa’s actions. Maybe she has been working with him, while I was being kept in the dark. Alessandro didn’t mention her in the grand scheme of things but I can’t just trust that she is oblivious right now. I hear footsteps approach me but I pay no mind to it “Miss Sophia is here.” I am quickly pulled out from my train of thoughts, when I heard the name ‘Sophia’ I must have heard wrongly. My eyes shifted from the plate in front me to the worker who had delivered the message. She was still staring at me and probably waiting for a response before she went on with her duties. “Wait” The words flew out of my