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Marcolo, a reckless playboy from a mafia family noticed I had been left alone and immediately leaned in close. He pressed himself to my side and inhaled deeply.“You smell good, Miss Lena. See? I told you Victor wouldn’t give you the brooch. I’ve been telling you for a long time to stop clinging to him and please me instead, but you never listened. So, how does it feel now? Embarrassing, isn’t it? Victor told me to keep you company so you wouldn’t get bullied. Come on, have a drink with me.”I snapped my head toward him, staring at the short, plump man in front of me. Panic rose in my chest. Victor knew exactly what kind of intentions this man had toward me, yet he still sent him over.My fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of my dress. Whatever remaining hope I had for Victor twisted further into disgust.Seeing that I refused to even look at him, Marcolo placed his rough, hairy hand on my shoulder.“Lena, if it weren’t for that pretty face of yours, I would’ve done whatev

The plane had just landed when my phone exploded with notifications and missed calls. At the same time, the cabin speaker came on again.“We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience caused to your travel. As compensation, all affected passengers today will receive full refunds and additional reimbursement.”The complaints and chatter inside the cabin died down instantly. Behind me, a few girls lowered their voices as they whispered to each other, excited.“Who are they even looking for? This is such a huge operation. It feels like we’re in a movie.”I scrolled through the flood of messages on my phone, feeling nothing but exhaustion.Early that morning, Victor had gone to my house looking for me. When he didn’t find me, he stormed straight into my bedroom. However, all he saw were last night’s dress and jewelry still neatly placed there; the only thing missing was my luggage. That was when he panicked and woke up the entire household and interrogated them, only to find out I had

I didn’t respond. I simply turned and boarded the plane. A flight attendant quietly placed a set of clean clothes beside me and pointed toward the washroom at the back of the aircraft, lowering her voice.“You can freshen up over there. You might catch a cold if you stay wet.”The interior of the plane was exquisite. It was unmistakably a private jet belonging to the Anthony family. Not only was there a restroom onboard, but there was even a bedroom. Strangely, the bedding was in warm tones and soft to the touch. It didn’t look like something Dante Anthony would normally prefer.Inside the bathroom, I changed into the prepared clothes and was slightly taken aback again. The outfit matched my size perfectly. When I stepped out, the consigliere immediately signaled for the bodyguards in the cabin to move to the rear.“Hi, is this aircraft usually used by Don Dante Anthony?”The consigliere seemed to notice my confusion.“This plane was arranged by the Don. Everything inside was des

I finally let out a breath of relief.At ten o’clock that night, I returned to the estate. Dante was sitting under the warm glow of the lights, waiting for me. The sight of him softened something in my chest.I walked over before I could stop myself and wrapped my arms around his solid back. Only when I had held him enough did I let go and regain my composure.“Why are you back so late? Are you tired? I made you some spaghetti.”I swallowed the words I had been about to say. He took my hand and led me to the table, watching as I finished the spaghetti he had prepared.“When are you going to try relying on me more? Don’t push yourself so hard.”I looked up at him, the warm light catching his serious expression, and guilt overcame me.“My five-year agreement is up. I should go back to where I originally belonged, don’t I?”Dante didn’t look surprised. It was as if he had already expected I hadn’t truly let go of my plans.“You like the Moretti family?” From what I know, your unc

As they were speaking, the Don of the Corleone family, an elderly man with silver-white hair but a sharp, commanding presence, walked over holding a glass of wine.“Dante, it’s been a long time,” he said in a booming voice. His gaze then shifted to me, carrying a brief moment of appraisal before softening into a polite smile. “And this must be your wife. As expected, she’s a truly beautiful and outstanding lady.”“Don Corleone,” Dante replied with a slight nod, “allow me to introduce my wife, Lena. Lena, this is Don Corleone.”“Don Corleone, it’s an honor,” I said politely.He nodded in approval. “Dante has good taste. Ms. Lena, I’ve heard you’ve been doing quite well with the Moretti family recently. You’re young, capable, and impressive.”I was surprised. I hadn’t expected my movements to have reached his attention.I glanced at Dante, who gave me a calm, reassuring look.“I’ve only done what I was supposed to do. You’re too kind,” I replied modestly.“Ha! Humility is a virtu