Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord
Although my father wanted a marriage alliance with another city mafia boss’s daughter, I hadn’t consented to it yet.
When I purchased Angela, she was only meant to serve me—my toy, not someone to fall in love with.
I sat on the bar stool, awaiting Madonna’s return.
A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps reached my ears. Madonna was back, and she said, “She is asleep, Mr. Henshaw.”
“Hmm. Why would she fall asleep so quickly? It’s fine. You can leave,” I dismissed Madonna, recalling that Angela had been sleeping the whole time since I brought her back.