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The woman stopped beside the first row of chairs and lifted her hand slightly, palm out, as if she were calming a room. “Scott,” she said, voice clear and controlled. “You didn’t return my calls.” Every microphone turned. Every camera is adjusted. Freeda kept her face still, but her stomach dropped. Scott’s jaw tightened once, then he exhaled slowly. Randy’s voice came soft, pleased, almost kind. “Freeda, meet Talia Hart.” The woman’s eyes slid to Freeda, and her smile was polite in a way that felt like a warning. “I’m his partner,” she said, as if she were stating a fact nobody could dispute.

She said she often came here to help with work and teach the children a few things. I pulled her close and said to her let me introduce you to one of the special people in my life right now. I pulled her hand and went in front of Anna. I said to her that this was Anna, one of my mothers and they both laughed and I told Anna that Thelma was my friend in the old place I was working before I met Mike( I said his name in a whisper) Anna smiled and she pulled Thelma in for a hug. I'm happy to meet a friend of yours, Isabella, Anna said.

The maid on the floor was having a complete mental breakdown after working for this guy. I was right in thinking he was a bad person. “I feel so bad for her,” I sighed in displeasure. “He has had thirteen maids in just three days! He shreds them up and goes through them like dirty laundry. I really hope I never have to work for him,” Tara said with a firm shake of her head. I really hoped so too. I chuckled a bit and was about to give her a reply when I felt suddenly felt incredibly hot. I gripped my head in pain as a hot flash passed through my body and left me in tremors.

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.

We talked about the library, the colors I wanted to use for my next painting, and how Sofia was going to react when we told her the official news. CHRISTOPHER P.O.V Watching her eat across from me under the light of a thousand candles was the most peaceful moment of my entire life. The white lace gown hugged her soft shoulders perfectly, and the diamond bird necklace shined brightly against her collarbone. She looked so pure, so completely untouched by the dirty mafia business that usually filled my head.

I stood up then laid her on my dads couch until I took my jacket off and then I picked her back up carefully. I held her close to me and she laid her head back on my shoulder. I kissed her head then grabbed my jacket and covered her up with it then I grabbed the blanket and walked out of my dads office. I walked back into Jessica's and they all had frowns on their faces. "She thinks Rafaella is going to get her." I told my dad which made him pull his phone out and then he walked out Jessica's office. "Who is Rafaella and why is Maddie afraid of her?" Donna asked.

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.

She could continue to be a liar and a deceiver, or she could be a mother, a wife, and a woman who was finally, truly free. "So," Freida said, a playful smile on her face. "You've fallen in love with a mafia kingpin now, haven't you? After all this time. You've fallen for the bad boy. I knew it. I knew it all along. I just had to wait for you to come to your senses." Claudine just laughed. "I guess so," she said, a new, joyful sound filling the room. "I guess so. He's not so bad. He's just... a little controlling. And a little obsessive. But he's not so bad."

Jasper got to the police station, his mother was waiting there for him. "Jasper! Thank goodness you're here." She exclaimed, happy to see him. "Where is she mom?" He asked. "She has been locked in. She was arrested by Freida Williams, your boss's sister for harassing her at the grocery store." "Freida?" He ran into the station. He stumbled upon Freida coming out of the head of department office. Freida is also surprised on seeing Jasper, she rushed to him in order to narrate her ordeal and ask for his support. What she doesn't know is that Stephanie is his sister.

“Then tell me what you want me to do.” Her silence spoke volumes. Hours later, Adriana sat with Peter in the library, the fire crackling between them, shadows dancing across her face. “She’s unraveling,” Adriana whispered, her tone soft but lethal. “Jason is blind, but you see it. You feel it. You could save her.” Peter’s jaw tightened. “She belongs to him.” “Does she?” Adriana’s eyes glittered, sharp and unyielding. “Or does she belong to the one who actually listens? The one who’d bleed for her without hesitation?”