His Favorite Mistress
Bella gulped it and spat it out as she stared at the little girl wearing an awful oversized uniform and staring at her with her big eyes.
She looked familiar, she didn't know if it was the eyes, that crooked nose, or the blond hair. It had to be that hair, for sure.
"Adonis," she muttered.
"I am his daughter, Ma'am. My name is Matilda."
"What is that smell?" Bella asked, irritated by it, she managed to get to her feet, signaling Matilda to stay put and not assist her.
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