Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire
sing my chest. My father's visage remained fixed in my thoughts, his abrupt
he door. I required fresh air-something to cut through the confusion in my thought
fitted her slim figure, her cropped black hair neatly secured behind her ears. Her deep brown eyes locke
ng about," she remarked, h
ng out. I was exhausted from being instructed on where I could go an
chest. "I'm Vee." Your servant, it seems. However, don't be misl
narrowing my eyes. "W
he kind that gets people hurt in this house. You think you're the only one here against their will
o dispute, to convey that she was wrong, but deep down, I acknowledged that she wasn
inquired, doubt slipping into my tone.
ough, and I wish to prevent you from repeating the errors I made." Her grin disappeared, substituted by a gentler expression, n
st individual in this mansion who didn't regard me as if I were an object. Yet
ing more intense. "Alexander's soldiers are omnipresent." If you're c
tterness lacing my tone
ule number two: Don't try to run. And rule number three..." She
nd of footsteps reverberated through the corridor. Vee's attitude changed immediate
frame filled the hallway, and his piercing eyes lock
voice a low rumble. "Alexa
fered a brief nod, as if to convey, *You'll be okay.* Yet her
The further we ventured, the more the grandeur of the mansion appeared to overwhelm me. Orn
thout a knock, motioning for me to go in. I paused, my feet stuc
eeply, I w
glass, enveloping him in a halo of gold. However, he was far from angelic. Even from the back,
aintaining a calm tone even though a
n mine. For a brief period, he remained silent, merel
rp, "alleges he possesses details that could
" I replied truthfully. "He n
u," he remarked, his tone quiet and menacing. "However, that is not important." If he's dishonest,
ld respond, there was a knock at the door. Alexander's
n," he
ed with a sense of urgency. "There's an issue," she remarked, her to
ly, his eyes narrowing. "Carter," he m
sion and fear bubbling to the
d to Vee. "Double the guards at every entr
aze snapped back to me. "Remain in your room," he ord
appening, it was more important than I realized. I questioned for the first time if I
en as Vee walked me back to my room, her face unreadable. When she paused o
hispered. "Conditions are
was racing with questions and concerns that I was unable to address as I perched on the side