The Mafia's Substitute Bride

rting layer that surrounded her in a cocoon of tranquillity. Sofia held onto the snug cover tightly, unwilling to let go of the dream. However, her peacefu

and blinking repeatedly she attempted to clear her vision until her eyes finally adjusted to the intense light. It was then

sed to wake up early and make breakfast, just like she used to do in her father's house. After that, she had to do all the household

redibly soft mattress, luxuriously draped with a warm silk blanket. Her mind raced as she tried to piece

d up here, in this

her mind, leaving her fee

ght. She knew that if he caught her sleeping on his expensive beds again, he would be even angrier. Taking a deep bre

rself when she saw the girl

om where your clothes are kept,"

e didn't find her clot

you may wish to take a shower and change your attire." Despit

muttered quietly under

hen she went inside, she saw many dresses and clothes f

scared to

site dresses and women's clothing elegantly hanging before her. The undeniable quality of the garments sent a shiver of apprehensi

r closet, hoping to find something simple to wear amongst the expensive, limited-edition dresses

ything like it before. However, Sofia hesitated. She had been living as a servant in her father's house, and her stepmother had forbidden her to use anything luxurious. She wasn't sure

warm water surrounding her. Once she finished washing herself, she reached for the fluffy towel on the slab and gently patted her body dry. She then carefully sl

or, her gaze fell upon her reflection. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, emphasizing the fact that she had spent the entire night cry

couldn't help but wonder who owned them all. Among the collection were numerous body lotions from v

ly it to her skin. After some hesitation, she decided to take a small amount and

to try. She felt a pull towards them, a temptation that was hard to resist. But she kn

lli sitting at the dining table, engrossed in his laptop. Sofia froze