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LANA ( the mafia leader's maid)

She heard nothing more than "Make sure you come back as fast as possible, Lana," before heading out of the house. She was so eager to see what the outside world had to offer that she ran outside with excitement. After collecting her package from the delivery man, she saw a little cat, which caught her attention. “Don’t run, cute little kitten.” She followed the cat with a giggle until she lost sight of it. Turning around, she saw someone holding a stick and biting into a cigarette. He hit her right away. “Let me go! Let me go!” she screamed as she found herself in a very dark locomotive vehicle, which she assumed was a van. In addition to the cries of those inside the van with her, it was incredibly dark. Lana experienced trauma because her family was murdered before her. Lana was kept concealed from the outside world unless she was due to receive something, and her safety was questioned. He is a ruthless, powerful devil in human form known as Axel Morales. He literally has the entire world under his control and can do and undo whatever he wants. People regard him as an angel, a wonderful person, a very wealthy businessman, and a CEO. Even with his good reputation, he is not someone to mess with. Lana had been kidnapped by his men and was brought to him. Although she was expected to be killed in the same way that he had murdered others who posed a threat to him or attempted to escape from him. But something about her makes him want to be closer to her, which he despised. Lana was still in the hands of this man, and her uncle was still looking for her because he was so fixated on keeping her in his domain or killing her to get her wealth. Will her uncle take her away from Morales' protection, or will she be able to stay safe and peaceful?

Ruth_Omoregie · Urban
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The dungeon

Kate

I have felt upset ever since I noticed Irene heading toward the master bedroom. Nobody shadows me; I was supposed to be the one in her place. 

I stormed down the hall that went to Fiona's bedroom. The other maids who were passing by were whispering to each other about what would happen to me, which infuriated me much.

While continuing to pace back and forth, I rolled my eyes at them and pressed my index finger into my mouth. I am gorgeous, curvaceous, and flawless—so why did not he notice me?

Ever since he made me his personal maid, I have been devoted to him. Even though he had to leave my room, I never stopped being by his side. I gave him everything he needed and wanted, even to the point where we shared a bed. I gave him my undivided attention.

That night would never leave my memory; I had to beg him to stop because I felt like I was dying, entering paradise, and swimming in pure pleasure.