Carrying The Mafia Lord's Heir: The Mafia Lord's Maid

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esher, yet it did nothing to calm the nervous storm brewing inside me. The ride had been as silent as I anticipated, excep

al opened the trunk and carefully

rmth that contrasted with his stern demeanor. The smile on his aged, weat

my lips pressed tightly t

led the pages of a luxury magazine. Still, I refused to let awe consum

seemed almost alive. A massive chandelier dominated the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the room. The plush, gold-trimmed sofas were arranged

essed impeccably in crisp black-and-white uniforms. Thei

n shortly," Mr. Gal instructed, his tone neutral yet resp

eir gazes burning into me-four sets of sharp eyes assessing, dissecting, judgin

o break the silence. I turned to the woman standi

to a sneer. "Are you here for the maid auditi

tely, my th

ing with disdain. "Take my advice, g

could even process them, the other women jo

gaze, wishing the ground to swallow me whole. **Why did I even co

ille. What's

rl with striking black eyes that seemed to shine like polished onyx. Her long, golden hair fe

d, my voice barely

ed. "It's nice to meet you, Aubrey," she said lightly, her gaze

y. Compared to her sleek designer bags, my battered suitcase

nly hyper-aware of every thread

drew's mistress," she confessed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I disguise

eam? To work here?** My mind struggled to compre

epened my sense of inadequacy. Compared to their polished dresses and des

e are here to serve Mr. Austin

"Of course. Isn't that

come here by choice.** Instead, I nodded weakly, my lips

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n hand. He swirled the liquid absentmindedly, the faint clin

etary, she had learned to handle pressure, but delivering news to Austin was never an easy task. Her voice

failed to amaze him. Even in her advanced age, she remained as sharp and ruthless as ever-a powerhouse o

decisive. "Let's proceed with her plan. And don't tell

r to speak. Finally, she nodded. "Understood, sir. One more thin

ry dust from his suit. "Noted.

to a relieved smile

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Her heart hammered in her chest, a cacophony of fear and anticipation. She prayed silentl

whispered, the words slici

ith measured grace. His disheveled hair and casual con

l his eyes on her-sharp, probing, and impossibly intense. Her heart raced

is chest. Her refusal to meet his gaze felt like

s voice cutting through

ucille, her movements hesitant and trembling. Her hands clenched

heir faces darkening as Austin's attentio

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