Roommate Valentine

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

Daisy: London's great. It's home. My home is exactly what I wanted it to be. What I wanted all my life. Away from my abusive father and down the road from every bookshop I could imagine. I love romance books like The Next Girl. I love cold nights and sweater weather season which is just around the corner. I love being in my own bubble while working at the library. My life for the past 2 years has been good. Smooth. So when I have my roommate telling me I have a visitor I could only imagine it was my father. I thought it was my father. But you know what thought did? That thought sold me to a sinner. The Don to the Italian Mafia because he owed them a pretty penny. My days are long gone and my nights become more terrifying than ever before. Good job I know how to defend myself against men like him. Antonio: Jerry Harrison. A useless human being who knows no limits. He owed us money and was willing to trade his daughter for his life. I took a gamble on a man who could have been lying to me, but he knew better than to lie to me. I own him the way I now own his daughter. It shouldn't matter to me. I don't feel and I don't love. After a day of travelling and watching my future wife-to-be, I couldn't wait any longer. A simple knock on her shared accommodation would be the end of my life. I didn't want a wife. I enjoy my own space. But one look at my Daisy Soon-to-be-Rosa and I'm done for. Beautiful is what she is. And Mine.