CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON
Rose was so naive that she didn't know Jonah, her ex-fiancé, was cheating on her even before her wedding day. On the night before her wedding, she caught him cheating on her with the last person she would ever expect him to be with, Rebecca.
Out of anger and spite, she cursed at them and left, then went and got herself drunk and made out with a mafia don, who, oblivious to her, was her fiancé's stepbrother and his boss.
On the day of the wedding, she stormed in and canceled it, calling Jonah out. After the embarrassment, Jonah vowed to make her life miserable. She tried to get a job, but it was almost impossible because of the influence Jonah had.
So she went to the greatest mafia don that her friend Lucy recommended to her. When she went to ask for his help, the don turned out to be the mysterious man who had been showing interest in her, but she had kept declining. Unbeknownst to her, he was her ex-fiancé's boss and stepbrother.
She asked for his help, and he offered it, of course, but on one condition.that she would be his mistress !.
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Chapter 5
Rose pov :
I heard something fall off when the words left my lips.
Jonah growled at me, " Don't . You . Dare, do this to me"
I turned to him with a smirk and whispered to only his hearing, " Well news flash, I just did it"
" Rose I swear I would.."
"Are you threatening me in front of a priest, he closed his lips immediately but was still shooting daggers at me, he couldn't do shit in public.
The priest who was still wide eyed looked at me with surprise, " You have to give a reason for objecting"
"This good for nothing demon in a human cloth cheated on me a night just before my wedding"
I heard gasp and I nodded, yeah that more like it.
Jonah clutched his jaw and I watched as he held his hands in a fist restricting himself from murdering me.
I walked closer to him and whispered, " I told you Jonah, you think so lowly of me"
With that I threw my flower to his chest and took the veil off my hair and turned to leave the hall.
"I swear I would get back to you for this in a hundred folds" Jonah said gritting his teeth at me, I'm sure Rebecca is having a blast right now.
" My darling, I'd love to watch you try" I left the hall and went outside and the cool fresh air.
I breathed out and ran my hands through my hair, I did put on a show but I need to be alert that man at that alter is very dangerous.
"You must fell very proud of yourself, I assume"
I heard from my back and I turned sharply to see Rebecca standing with eyes blazing down at me with fury.
"Of course, I mean I'm not a stuck up bitch like you "
She scoffed at my words and folded her hands, " What you did back there was not necessary.."
I snorted at her foolishness, " Of course he would send his mistress to come lecture me, that's so low of him.. don't you think"
That seemed to have hit a nerve 'cause she clutched her teeth refraining herself from doing something, obviously stupid than she's already doing now.
" Don't you dare think ill of Jonah, I don't even know what he see's in you to start with "
"Let me think something you don't have ??".
Just as the word got out something hard hity cheeks and I winced, wait did she just..
I hit my hands right back at her cheeks, " You don't have the right to hit me, you hands disgust me!!".
She made to drag my hair, " Don't you dare lay your filthy disgusting and unpure hands on my friend "
I heard Lucy say and a smile broke through my face seems like someone is more irritated of her hands.
"And who are you her maid ??".
I watched Lucy face turned different shades of red and she ventured towards Rebecca, oh oh..
I grabbed her by her elbow and stopped her from going further, " Lucy I think that's okay"
She was still wriggling herself out of my reach before Rebecca did her a once over, scoffed and then left.
Jeez, this bitch better thank her gods I held Lucy back she could have been a dead meat.
When I was sure she already walked far I let go of Lucy who hissed at me and stretched up her already wrinkled clothes because of how hard I was holding her.
She pointed a finger at me in anger, "Don't ever do that, it was my one chance to finish her off "
"I'm sure you already prepared a grave for her but that would be too much of a work for me I'm too exhausted to carry a corpse right now"
"Are you alright, did she hurt you .. your cheeks looks red"
"Yeah just a slap across the cheeks "
That made Lucy eye shoot up immediately, " And did you slap her back"
I raised my shoulders, " Of course I did, what do you take me for".
She shrugged and sat at the bench next to her with a sigh, "A softie perhaps, she can slap you and you'd still say thank you that's how stupid you can be, where's your dad by the way"
"He might still be inside and too shocked to move yet, I would give him time and talk to him when things cool down".
Lucy nodded at what I said and looked at me weirdly.
"It's not like I'm being too careful or trying to hurt your pride but you do know we fucked up big time and your now ex-fiance would get back at us "
"Yeah and I'm ready for him"
"I hope so because I can't be jobless because you are snot strong enough to fight him back"
Then suddenly I watched as Lucy eye's averted behind me and I narrowed my eye's at her.
"Everything alright ladies..?"
I scoffed at the voice I heard, the people here are such perverts that they can't even let me take off my gown before making a Move.
I just ignored it before Lucy mouthed audible, " You might want to take a look"
I rolled my eyes and turned to know who it was and my eyes widened when I saw who was actually talking to me, what the fuck was Mr. Handsome doing here.
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8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
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As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
8.8
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7.4
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The ruthless king of the Oryolov Bratva. A billionaire monster who rules the city with ice in his veins and blood on his hands.
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