Purchased By The Mafia King

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irst-person pov, while scenes involving other characters (such as Marissa, Aria

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in my hand hovering over the k

sigh, shaking my

ng. My hands were raw from the chemicals, my knees aching from kneeling on

ing coming from the living room wa

e always

he didn't even have the strength to argue anymore.

ep up. "You said we should sell the company, sell all our luxurio

e snapped. " You agreed! not like

e was pain in his voice. "And then what? You used the money for shoppi

ripping it tighter. So that was it. Ag

issa hissed. "So now it's my fau

eant. I didn't say that,

did. She never

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e that followed felt he

n the brush, heart thudding.

day in the L

rill voice cut through the air like a

d ironed all three of her dresses before sunrise, just as she demanded. But s

led back, keeping my voi

to my room," sh

room where the dresses hung neatly. Each one belonged to Aria-luxurious fabrics adorn

ng on the couch with his phone,

llway," he said, not botherin

taunts as constant as the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner

lling through her own phone. She didn't even acknowledge me as I e

chair," she said w

ress over the chair, sm

er her breath, loud enough for me t

owed the lump in my throat an

g the floor, trying to push away the hea

epmother's sharp tongue, stepsister's selfishness, st

atteo, but his silence cut deeper than their words. He knew what they did to me-he saw it every day-and yet, he said nothin

their words combined. It screamed that I didn'

f moment, I let myself imagine a different life-a life where I wasn't trapped in this house, cle

stant as the horizon, unr