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She looked at me with a worried expression. “Is something wrong with the coffee, ma’am?” “No. Enzo didn’t take it,” I answered. Her eyes widened, and she let out a shaky breath like she’d just escaped a death sentence. “Ma’am, Enzo doesn’t take coffee because he’s allergic to it. The last time a maid served him coffee, she lost her job, and Enzo almost had her arrested.” She quickly took the tray and carried it to the sink. My eyes widened as her words sank in. Enzo is allergic to coffee. A sudden rush of anger shot through me as Maya’s words replayed in my head.

she said aloud. "Okay, Mom," Lily replied, rising with Dandy, who had his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. She flashed me the middle finger before heading upstairs with Dandy, laughing. What hurt most was how Dandy completely ignored me. "You will be Alpha Enzo's personal maid from today onwards," Patricia said, and I frowned.

my mother said, securing the final clasp at the back, “you belong to him now. From tonight on, your life is with him.” I didn’t answer. My eyes drifted to the mirror. He’d see me in this dress. Enzo. I tried not to smile, but my lips betrayed me. Everyone assumed I was some sheltered girl being tossed into the lion’s den, but they didn’t know the half of it. I’d seen Enzo Romano. Not just glimpsed him at formal events or family meetings, but watched him, listened to the way people spoke his name. The Reaper. Antonio’s right hand. Deadly, respected, feared. And devastatingly handsome.

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later.

apparently we were the three children of the Romanov family. "Don't jump Lola, the stairs is slippery and take off your shoe, you do not want to dirty the place Harrieta had just cleaned." Enzo said, as he walked down the stairs to meet up with us. Enzo was the first child of the family and the only one Nonna had allowed father introduced to his line of business. Father's business wasn't exactly daisy's and buttercup. It was more dangerous than that, more deadly. I could recall the day Enzo had came back home, thinking no one was up...I had seen the blood on his hands and neck..

Then he turned to Rowan and said, "Rowan, this is my Uncle Matteo, a close friend of my dad's. Please say hello." Rowan obediently greeted him, "Hello, Uncle Matteo." "Okay, okay," Uncle Matteo responded with a polite smile. However, he didn't engage in much conversation with Rowan. Turning back to James, Uncle Matteo changed the topic, "Why are you still getting ready to go out? Are you planning to make a brief appearance and leave without even saying hello to me?!" Upon hearing this, Rowan finally realized that Uncle Matteo was the host of the banquet. She and James had contemplated slipping away, but they were intercepted before they could even reach the elevator.

leaving my hair to dry naturally. Turning back to the tray, there's a selection of pastries,toast and orange juice.. contemplating weather to eat I stand for a bit chewing my lips indecisively.deciding that I will need strength to plan my escape i pick up the toast praying it's not poisened and take a bite.finishing it up quickly I wash it down with the orange juice.the door pushes open and I scramble up…Enzo walks in and stare at me before closing the door behind him.he is completely dressed now.in slacks and shirt.the two top buttons of his shirt are open, revealing a few tattoos on his chest.he looks mouth watering.

They underestimated this puttanella and then I would run away. I was slicing a peach in the kitchen when the front door opened. Enzo entered, followed by three of his men. Unlike Fausto, Enzo never wore a suit, at least that I had seen. He was always in tight designer shirts and jeans or slacks, like a Hollywood movie star on vacation. — Good afternoon, Frankie. I would like a word with you. The peach turned to ash in my mouth and I watched it warily as I swallowed. - Right. Enzo sat on a stool at the kitchen counter and took a piece of peach from my plate. I didn't like how his eyes traveled down my body as he chewed. He asked: — Do you like my beach house?

She was a fit woman with a beige complexion and low flowing blonde hair with light brown eyes like mine. "This is Emma, maid and coffee maker." By the way she said it I sensed she wasn't happy about me being there or preparing coffee for Mr. Hollen, or something along those lines because she had no idea who I was. We'd never met before, so what the hell was her problem? "Hello Emma, I'm Agnes. I do the cooking and cleaning. Halley, here, assists with the cooking and cleaning as well since this place is so big. It's nice to meet you."

"Now go back to your house and don't dig tunnels in our family's house again!" But Enzo kept quiet and stared at the floor when Clare said that. Clare fell silent and stared at Enzo with her mouth open. "D-Don't tell me you don't have a house? Are you a runaway from a remote village or something? Are you a cult follower? Are you a beaver man??? Gophers???" Enzo kept quiet and didn't answer Clare's question, which he felt was too much. Clare then covered her mouth and seemed to think.