Reborn To Tempt The Mafia King의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

LEILA’s POVMy best friend’s father’s lips claimed mine, nibbling on my bottom lip. My hands gripped his biceps faster as I pushed forward, leaning into him.“S-sir,” I whispered, my voice almost a moan.His hands slipped to my backside. I arched, my hands now roaming his chest. He groaned into my mouth before he broke the kiss.He turned me around and bent me over the desk in his study. My breath hitched but the burn skyrocketing through my body made me shiver.He rolled up my short black dress, the one I had worn to the burial ceremony earlier, exposing my thin thighs.Goosebumps appeared on my skin as he spanked me hard. “You love that, yeah?”“Ahhh… Please,” I cried, my voice filling the room.“Cry. Cry as much as you want. We have the whole house to ourselves.” He spanked me again, the sting sharp and hot, spreading warmth up my spine. My body trembled, caught between the ache and a strange pull deep inside. I was new to this, untouched before, and every touch felt like fire—pai

LEILA’s POV My breath quickened as the backseat door flung open. A pair of red heels stepped out first. My eyes followed the figure rising from the car. “Sienna?” I said, my voice filled with shock and disbelief. Sienna’s big blue eyes were fixed on me as she made her way towards me, her heels clicking on the floor. “It’s so nice to see you, Leila.” She greeted, smiles radiating from her face. “Same here.” I managed to say. “I was just about to attend a party.” She announced, hugging me and dropping a kiss on my cheeks. “Oh… I wasn’t aware.” I replied, forming a chuckle to hide my despair. She pulled back from the hug with a shocking expression on her face. “You’re joking, right?” She asked. “Girl, I called you. No response. And check your DMs. You told me you weren’t interested.” I racked my memory to remember when I had told her that but I couldn’t seem to remember telling her that. Or maybe I had done that in a rush to avoid meeting her father anywhere. Either way,

LEILA’s POVLady? What Lady? I watched as the two women ran towards the bed, dropping their trays on the bedside table. One of them was tall, round-faced, with anxious eyes and hands that couldn’t stay still. The other is shorter with a bent posture, her hair pinned into a cruel knot as if she didn’t value her head. They both wore pinafore. They didn’t seem like nurses. They were servants. “We have to get the Lord here.” The taller maid said, her voice filled with amusement and left. The other maid who was short sat on the bed slowly beside me, her eyes locked on mine. Her eyes examined my body for some time then she heaved a sigh of relief. “My lady.” Her voice cracked. No… What’s happening? I can still hear the men’s boots on the tarmac, Sienna’s voice laced with poison, and Dante watching from the shadows. Coupled with the ache in my womb. How did I get here and have a face that’s not mine? And on a sick bed? Did I escape death? As the woman tried to touch my shoulder, I