The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife (Book 3)
I hadn't prohibited this room for anyone, so I couldn’t blame Mariella for the irritation I felt.
She was inside the room, on her tiptoes over the two-staired ladder, trying to reach for the books over the shelf. This girl would get herself in trouble if left alone for a single second. But in this scenario, I wouldn’t blame her height, but that fucking ladder. Was that even a ladder?
A crisp sound reached my ears, and my eyes snapped toward the leg of the shelf. The wood had rotten because of the dampness in the room. I rushed inside, knowing full well what was about to happen. Mariella wasn’t even aware of the whole situation.