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Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

By midday I was completely drained of all my energy and it felt like I couldn’t lift myself up any longer. I ate alone in the staff kitchen, rice and something that might have been chicken. The taste blurred on my tongue and I kept checking my phone under the table, hoping to see a text or at least a missed call from Sophia. But my notification box was empty. No missed calls, no messages, not even a read receipt on the one I had sent her the night before when I had finally accepted my fate. She and papa always made plans behind my back without letting me know and I wonder if living as a maid was one of them. I just needed an explanation.

The lights dimmed. A giant screen flickered on behind the orchestra. “No,” Adrian said. “No……Shut it down.” The footage started. It was dark and rainy. The feed was shaky. A driveway. Gasps rippled through the crowd. “That’s the Hamptons,” someone said. A woman stumbled into frame. Freya. She was alive. My heart slammed into my ribs. “Oh my God,” Cate breathed. The video audio crackled…..Freya’s voice distorted, panicked.

Enjoy Nagasari at the same time, it turns out that apart from being delicious it makes my stomach cool. Today, the test is enough as it used to be. Acting was tiring. No wonder the artist was paid handsomely. Tomorrow the next test. * "Good morning Madam," Maharani is coming. I purposely ask her to come to my room. I wait for Suma left to let the test run smoothly. Now, the final test. "come in!" I sat on the couch in my room drinking tea. Her appearance is always neat, it turns out that Claudia does her job well.

Locked inside, I burned to death. Now that I had a second chance, there was no way I'd let them walk all over me again. He wanted to be with another woman? Fine, go ahead. But I would have made sure everyone saw what kind of people they really were. Jacob didn't come home that night, but I didn't care. The next morning, just as I was stepping out, I ran into Wendy coming back with a bucket of water. Her face was pale and exhausted. The look in her eyes was pure venom. She looked like she wanted to strangle me.

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. A chill ran down my spine. He pulled out his phone and played a video. My stomach dropped. The footage showed Elanor’s maid mixing something into her food. Another clip showed Elanor eating the meal. Then another. And another. The maid had been doing it repeatedly. I looked up at him, fury and fear warring inside me. My hands shot toward his collar, but he shoved me away. I stumbled and landed hard on the floor. “What did you do to her?” I asked, my voice trembling with rage.

Maia giggled and teased, "Cedric, I didn't know you liked carrying me so much." "Yes, and I also like sleeping with you." While Cedric carried her back to the resort, about a hundred meters away, Maia spotted a charming figure pressed against a well-built man. "Isn't that Tiffany, who was with Fiona before?" Maia looked at the woman, whose laughter was charming, and then at the man beside Tiffany. "Is that the president of Freedom Entertainment?" "Yes," Cedric affirmed. "When did Tiffany get involved with Freedom Entertainment? She has always been with Fiona. Judging by their appearance, they seem to be leaving the resort." Maia murmured.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his tongue flicked out sliding over his lips. "I'm not," he assured me. "You are! Just tell me! We can watch it tonight then!," I exclaimed. "Fine," he said before he mumbled something. "I didn't catch that," I said with a smirk. "Tangled." I bit my lip to hold in my laughter but failed as I doubled over, attempting to catch some air. "You! The big bad mafia king watched Tangled!" I almost died. He narrowed his eyes at me. "We're watching it tonight, like you promised.