SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN

gnificent mansion. Her silver hair was styled in a sleek bob, and her piercing green eyes sparkled with a mix of determination a

ded down her back, and her bright brown eyes looked up at the mansion with a mix of wonder and trepidat

for what lay ahead. The girl, on the other hand, couldn't help but look around, her eyes taking in the opu

ring hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's going to b

hen stepped forward, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The girl followed closely b

alth and power of its owner. The high walls that surrounded the estate were topp

vealing a winding driveway that led to the mansion's front door. The gate was oper

d surfaces that seemed to defy gravity. The exterior walls were made of gleaming white

m for the senses. The interior of the mansion was just as impressive as the exterior, with lavish furnishings and dec

r floors of the mansion. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and t

e, a sense of foreboding that lingered just beneath the surface. It was as

to her hand, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. The little girl's gaze darted back and forth,

worry, dear," she said, her voice gentle. "You will know soon." Her eyes seemed to cl

that something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She looked around

ssing moment. The little girl's grip on her grandmother's hand tightened, and she looked up at her with

sion, a figure emerged from the shadows upstairs. He stood

ugh them. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a hint of stubble. A small

A crisp white shirt and a slim black tie added to his air of sophistication, but it was his eyes that truly comm

ckered upward, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment before she looked away, her expression unreadabl

n. She quickly hid behind her grandmother, her eyes wide with terror. Shawn's expre

rought my granddaughter to you." She tried to drag Violet from behind

in his eyes as Violet's grandmother continued, "Please give

n rushed to him, holding a big brown envelope. Shawn took the envelope and threw it to Violet's grandmother, who rushed to grab it with

es, I know, thank you very much," she said, clutching the envelope t

g tight to her grandmother's shirt. "Grandma, please don't

andoned you with me to go enjoy their lives elsewhere. I have tried enough; I need a life. You see this money; it's going to change my

spair. "Please, don't leave me here," she pleaded, her voi

happy that I finally get rid of you. Now I get my life back. This is your new home, and your new mas

olet's grandmother patted her cheek, her touch cold and

and pleading. "Please, grandma! Don't leave me here,

hed her away, and Violet fell to the fl

yelled, his eyes flashing with annoyance. Violet flinched in fear, her s

e sipped his drink. His gaze landed on Violet, who sat quietly, sobbing as she

olet refused to answer. She kept her head down, her sobs growing louder. His eyes narrowed, his

and puffy from crying. "V...violet, my name

at? Who in their right senses gives a child a name aft

pped, "My parents gave me that name!" Her voi

danced in his eyes. "Well, I don't care," he said,

taste. "I don't like that na

e now, and you must abide by my rules, young la

h defiance. "It's Violet,

he warned, his voice dripping with menace. "Your grandma sold you to me, and if she doesn't return before you turn eighteen an

to her tears. Violet's body shook with sobs as she wh