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STUCK WITH THE MAFIAN TWINS

Chapter 3 ONE DECISION, ONE REGRET

Word Count: 1135    |    Released on: 01/09/2025

it remained impossible. The pleasurable pain of a few hours ago spiraled across my body. My nippl

you owe me, right?" His

ulling the bedcover

r and while you were crazy good, you still don't know my na

go to work flashed my min

I owe you?" I laug

er my message to your father. Tell him, a second st

at's my father's deal with this man? I picked up my phon

answered, whisp

ing my words in his soul. "

, obviously scar

sir! Where's mom?" I bark

is." He hissed and hung up

at the hell is going on with you?" I shouted, raging intern

man?" He queried as thou

like a child? Dad you-" another call in

I grumbled, sic

nd from Mrs Nathara Rutherford. You must

ons in the world to need my attention, it's Mrs Nathara? I threw my clothes on and hurried out, now fully aware of my damn condition. I am hal

so I grabbed a dress and escape

aving my life as I coughed out the du

mon, roll-calling sinners. Mrs Nathara might

any lies or truths

uted banging her

d as my sanity flew to the wind

embodies a very dangerous aura, it's like sitting

ed, sliding her tab across her table til

I, I

recognize yourself, Chelsea?"

what it looks like." I bit my

pictures of myself and that masked m

asked, furrowing her gaze as s

murmured, shaking lik

ulky men. Rushing into the room like spies sent

t her countenance only got worse. "No, tha

ide all the papers on her table to the floor. H

wo years! Two fucking years I chased this contract! Now your stupidity has cost me twenty billion US Dollars!!! Twenty billion you fool!!" She shouted again, connecting another painful slap to my face. Her men rushed forward, seeing how dizzy I had become.

and my teary eyes remained glued to the ground. Who even took those pictures? Is thi

me echoed weirdly as

ed me, squeezing

images running fly in the wind of social media cannot in anyway speak for our legacy. You have what you deserve

even louder. I sat on the bare floor, sniffing cigarette and al

d me. I sprung to my feet, recogni

epped back, collidin

rushed at me, grabb

huttered, raising my inde

a different person." He whispere

" I bre

atteo Ru

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