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Owned By The Mafia King

Chapter 4 To be an Italian woman

Word Count: 950    |    Released on: 26/05/2025

L

d me without a smile, her thick Ita

at up. The bed felt so huge and so sof

it

e wa

crashing down like a

job

avery and had the bes

the room, carrying a neatly folded outfit. A crisp whit

here was no room for pleasantries

s I goi

x sl

ma

n the bed and I rushed to grab th

a spacious dining room. The long, polished wooden table was set with

he art of serving a table

as going to

r error. Every detail mattered. from the way the napkin

and spoons, Maria finally ended the lesson and from how s

ded, her tone bro

ea for both of us and

usehold until Adrian decides otherwise,

I didn't

e to keep my que

you must understand your place and y

ord. So... I was bought to

ea

s. When they speak, you listen. You do not interrupt. Your presen

ed an

e something imp

urled into a h

e. You exist to serve, to be seen but not heard. Mo

ent a chill

she mean..

ze, sipped my t

my first time to that beast.

he for

omen behave. You are not to challenge the traditional role

w these expectations wou

was being molded into a

y mother always told me stories. I just never thought I'd

women behave? Because clearly, I'm far fr

ld get me ki

e answered me anyway, her eye

s, their children, and their husbands. They do not question their place.

retending t

t was the opposite o

usew

a j

n. "Remember, your survival here depends on how wel

the man who brough

and dump me here to

of him. And most of all, do not

was just

s both killed. I have a family. He kills everyone you'

ing the new w

ed through the

ce sucking the warmth from the air. Her icy blu

she sneered. "Here to pa

e

ure but not to

" the woman said, her voi

you like?" Maria responded quick

capable as you claim. You can thank me later. If she messes up

smile and knew right there and then

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