The Mafia Lord’s Revenge Possession [Life Of A Substitute Bride]

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n mid air as soon as father’s next

void of any kind of emotions as usual, but the authority behind those words wasn’t absent. I glanced up at my identical twin, Maeve,

ep breath and glanced at the head of the table where father was seated at. He has carried o

er whose lips were quivering as she made to speak. I beat her t

hisper. He glanced up from the chicken he wa

ried off to the underboss.” He spoke, then regarded me with

f my chest slowly on a long, relived sigh. For once in my life,

n my twin’s face, she looked so much like she was about to faint, and I inst

table so loudly, that the sound made me flinch– not because it was too loud, but because I knew tha

o pin Maeve with a hardened gaze, and

icing mother doing the same thing as well. No one ever questions father, exce

remble again, I watched as father slowly dropped his

uestioning

eady knew this wasn’

ore before she shoved her plate of food till it cra

disgusting creep!” Maeve's voice was loud as she spoke and I flinched as I pushed myself out of my seat, while s

feet as well, but father shook his head. “No, let the chi

ring in terror right now. Father’s voice held so much promise for d

ld who comes from a noble family, to get given to a man from another noble family in marriage, regardless of the man’s age. I had been in fright since I had clo

ded by her pain. I whispered her name at a point to try getting her to stop, and even walk

her

ve Maeve and I and then my mouth fell open in horror when he began t

ious. Maeve was still screaming questions at him until the first whip of

rd, making a ragged sob break out. She attempted speaking but a loud slap on her f

s, curled up on the floor, while horrified tears slid down my cheeks. Mother att

e was breathing hard while

itude of questioning your elders stupidly that’s inside of you, just like I did to your mother.” He spat out angrily and then he stormed out

adling her body in my arms as she sobbe

hakily into my chest and I sobbed along with h

ybe try to change his mind?” Even as I asked that que

sion crossing her face as she responded. “I can’t. I’m sorry but you know I can’t,

obbing harder, not just for my twin, but also for my mother,

ispered in a croaked voice as she took Maeve into her arms. Maeve knew mother was being honest, we both knew that. Mae