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“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

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.

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

All the grief and rage in my heart transformed into pure hatred. "Martin, why? Killing Mom wasn't enough for you... It wasn't enough that you caused Mom's death. How could you do something this vile? Don't you feel any weight on your conscience when you sleep at night?" Martin viciously slapped me across the face, his features twisted with rage. "Stella, ask yourself: hasn't Mom treated you well all these years? Even when you couldn't give us children, she never said a word. And now you're cursing her? You're going to eat those ashes right now! Then you're going to apologize to Mom! Or else don't blame me for divorcing you!"

her voice erupt again. “Your silence is killing me, Raul!” Catalina screamed, slamming her fist on the dining table. As soon as I stepped into the living room, his eyes found mine instantly. Her gaze followed, landing on me with venom. “You whore!” she shrieked, storming toward me, her hands raised to strike. I sidestepped swiftly, brushing her aside, and walked straight to Raul. “Raul, you have to do something,” I pleaded, my voice trembling. “We’re not ready for this. My mom….” He grabbed my wrists. “Caramella, relax. I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry,” he assured, his thumb stroking my cheek, sending a shiver through me despite the chaos. “Caramella?” Catalina’s v

One unread message on her secure, hidden account. Domica, the screen name read. Mistress. Queen. Goddess. She logged in. The interface was sleek—velvet black with deep crimson accents. The Velvet Room was an online lounge, exclusive and encrypted, where anonymity was law and reputation was everything. In this world, she wasn’t Dominique. She was Domica. Mistress of the Room. Crusher of men. Queen of pain and praise. Tonight, two subs had messaged her for a session. She scanned their bios, fingers idly tracing her lips. One begged to be degraded. The other wanted to be ignored while she humiliated someone else. They both paid well. They both bored her.

I asked. “It-it’s musk,” he breathed out, squirming under my scrutiny “You once said you hated that scent on women, for you to sleep with a woman wearing musk, she must be special – I mean, it’s not that I’m saying this Marie is special, of course she’s an awful for all the things she has done, she –” “I know what you mean Roland,” I answered finally if only to shut him up. Marie Lockwood was a devious innocent looking woman who stole secrets from companies, using it as blackmail material, forcing these companies to sell off to rival establishments.

I managed to smile, not wanting to come off as rude, even though her greeting had been somewhat sarcastic. “You must be Clarissa?” the older woman inquired, her voice exuding authority. I realized she was the matriarch of the Mexican mafia, ruling without a male counterpart. She was highly feared in the mafia world and had played a significant role in helping Dominic reclaim the Italian mafia. I smiled at her, maintaining a calm demeanor despite the unease that coursed through me. “Yes, I’m Clarissa,” I responded, my voice unwavering. I noticed a fleeting emotion in her eyes—something I couldn't quite identify. It appeared and vanished before I could fully comprehend it.

"Yeah. I promised to show up today, remember?" The mayor nodded, "I understand Luca is unrelenting in finding this woman who I'm still trying to gather information about. She is not existing, there's nothing about her in the global database. I'm curious to know who she is and her connection with the underboss" Daniel replied to him, "I believe she is connected to the mafia, the lady took me down easily the last time and does not even fear a gun to her face. She is not a regular woman and I think she is not with Luca. He had to drug her the other time. I think the two are in conflict. I can keep an eye on him if you want "

Only the worn-out curtains and the dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.