While in my state of confusion, he took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders, his eyes softened.
“Give me a minute,” he said.
He faced Fred with a deep frown and narrowed, blood red eyes. “How dare you treat my wife with so much disrespect?!” He landed a punch on Fred’s face, sending him straight to the ground.%
Fear. For the first time since I knew Fred, this was the first time he was actually afraid of someone. He shook his head in desperation.%
“Don… I’m afraid you’ve misunderstood something. She’s actually my wife. We’ve been–“%
“Shut the fuck up!” the man snarled as he gave Fred a hard kick to his stomach/
Maybe I’m secretly a wicked person, because I felt so much satisfaction seeing Fred suffer from this man’s wrath.%
“You think I wouldn’t recognize my wife when I see her?!“”
Fred couldn’t speak. He wanted to say something, but he looked so scared that he kept quiet instead.”
“Take this motherfucker back!” he ordered his men. “I’ll deal with him later.“”
Two of his men stepped forward, grabbed Fred, and dragged him outside.”
Before he was dragged out completely, Fred ordered the housekeeper to take care of Kelvin until he got back.”
“Come on, baby, let’s go home,” the man told me.!!
I shook my head in denial and tried to get up, but I was too weak and cold. I passed out.”
I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but by the time I regained consciousness, I realized I was no longer lying on the floor of Fred’s living room but on a soft bed.!!
Low–key panicking, I kicked off the blanket and was about to jump out of the bed, but someone rushed to me and stopped me.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Enzo,” she greeted me with a warm smile.”
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath to remain calm. “Good morning. Where are we?” I asked./
“Raffaele’s Estate,” she replied casually, but I was dying inside.
Raffaele’s Estate… There’s only one Raffaele’s Estate, and it’s owned by the most ruthless Mafia boss, Enzo Raffaele Fabio. I recalled Fred calling him Mr. Enzo last night. Adding Enzo and Raffaele together, I confirmed he’s definitely the Mafia boss.”
How on earth did I get involved with Enzo Raffaele Fabio? Could it be that my father owed him some money before his passing, and he’s here to retrieve it?
“My name is Cora, and starting from today, I’m your personal maid,” the woman’s voice cut through my thoughts.”
“Huh?” I muttered. She chuckled at my confused expression before proceeding to introduce the two other ladies, whose presence I hadn’t noticed earlier.”
“This is Renee; she’s the cook, and this is Patricia; she’s your nutritionist.”
“Nutritionist?” I asked, wondering why I’d need a nutritionist.”
“Yes. According to the doctor, your health is not so great at the moment because of the miscarriage you had last night…”
“What?” I interrupted her, my eyes widening in shock. “Miscarriage? Was I pregnant?”
She tilted her head with a confused expression. “Yes, you were pregnant. You bled so much last night,” she said.”
How did I not know about my own pregnancy? Then it dawned on me that Fred and I had sex without protection two months ago because he was too lazy to get a condom from the drawer right next to his bed.”
“Where is…” I trailed off, not knowing how to address him–he’s the Mafia boss, after all.”
“Master Enzo?” she asked, and I nodded simply. “He’s waiting for you at the dining table.“}
“Okay” With a lot of questions flooding my mind, I quickly hopped out of the bed and was ready to step out, but Cora stopped me.” *Mrs. Enzo, you should wash up before meeting Master Enzo.“”
“Oh…”
“What would you like to wear?” she asked, opening a door that led to a walk–in closet.”
My mouth fell open in perplexity as I walked into the closet. The clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry were screaming luxury. Although there were also men’s clothing and accessories inside, it was as if this closet was designed for a woman.
“Is… whose closet is this?” I asked.%
I tensed as I felt hot breath tickling my neck, and a rich baritone voice whispered in my ear, “It’s ours, baby.““>
Even though I already knew who it was, I turned around and saw it was the man from last night–Enzo Raffaele Fabio. Cora bowed respectfully, then left.
“A Greek god!” I gasped as I took in his features.
His tall and athletic frame towered over me. His eyes were blue and dreamy, but there was something dark lingering around them, giving off the “don’t mess with me” vibe.”
“Who are you?” I asked.!!
10:02 AM
He frowned slightly as he stared at me for a brief moment. “Did you really forget about me, or are you pretending not to know me?“%
“I don’t know you,” I replied.!!
He nodded. “I’ll tell you who I am. But let’s have breakfast first and pay that motherfucker a visit.” Without waiting for my response, he left.”
Eager to get answers, I snatched whatever clothes I got my hands on and dashed into the bathroom.
