Semua Bab Am I the Mafia Don's Sugar Baby?: Bab 1 - Bab 5

“Elara! Why is the dining room floor still dirty?!”The sharp voice shattered the quiet morning like a siren. Elara flinched, her hand almost dropping the spoon into the pan. Her heart hammered against her ribs, not just from fear, but from the sheer exhaustion of being yelled at every single day. Yet, it still rattled her to her core.Audrey stood in the kitchen doorway. The middle-aged woman’s face was sour, her sharp eyes scanning the room to find any mistake she could pick on.“I just mopped it, Mother,” Elara said softly.“Don’t make excuses!” Audrey cut her off sharply. “And why is breakfast taking so long? Are you trying to make your husband and his sisters late for work and college?”Elara looked down. “I-it’s almost ready...”Without another word, her hands moved faster. Scooping scrambled eggs, flipping bacon in the skillet, checking the toast. Everything was done in a rush, her breath coming in shallow gasps.She hadn't stopped moving since dawn. Sweeping, doing laundry, pr

Elara instantly froze when she heard that. Her tongue felt too heavy to answer. She accidentally glanced at her mother-in-law, whose face had turned sour as she glared at Elara. “Isn't she Elara? Audrey's daughter-in-law?” another guest chimed in. The woman who had just spoken to her looked awkward. “Oh! I am so sorry, my mistake,” she said. “I didn't realize you were Elara.” Elara forced a faint smile. “It is alright.” For a moment, the atmosphere felt incredibly awkward. “Do you work?” The question slipped out in a light tone, just making small talk. Elara almost opened her mouth to answer, but Audrey cut in first. “Elara just stays at home. It is Garrett's responsibility to provide for the family.” The guest chuckled. “Well, that makes sense. Especially with such a successful husband, why bother working?” The conversation continued with laughter, while Elara could only stay silent, finishing her task before returning to the kitchen. Another guest chimed in with a soft l

The next morning, Cassian Kenneth sat behind a heavy desk. His office was vast, dark, and reeked of absolute power, dominated by sharp monochrome tones.His strong hands flipped through several documents, his sharp eyes scanning the numbers on his laptop screen. To Cassian, the owner of Cassapex Energy Corp, a renewable energy and power distribution company, efficiency was everything.A knock on the large door connecting his office to the secretary's area slightly disturbed his concentration.Errol, his assistant, walked in with a glowing tablet in his hand."This is the information you requested," Errol said, tapping the screen to enlarge a photo. "Elara, the wife of Garrett Vance. They have a child from Garrett's previous marriage," he explained.Cassian raised an eyebrow as he examined Garrett's face on the screen. Something jogged his memory."He is Garrett Vance from Asterra Land Development, the man who approached you at the Golden Heart Gala a week ago," Errol explained, as if