They laughed warmly. Abruptly, the door swung open. A troop of five men around their twenties came in view. They were in black formal suits. Only one attracted her sight. She sucked in her breath, her heart raced, her body trembled. She grasped the bed sheet in her hands. She felt tightness in my chest, her belly ache and dizziness. Last night's memory was standing in front of her in the beautiful shape of him, reality. He took her virginity. She could  feel her body on fire. 
      His white shirt was hugging his muscular body, not bulky but regnant. Three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, showing his tattoos on chest and toned body. There was a light wary smile on his face, showing him some kind of Goddess. There were four people behind him, charging their guns at them. She was terrified of him. 
     Was he here for her? What would he do to her? Why didn't he forget last night and let her also forget this mistake
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 Liam Rodrigues is a ruthless cold hearted Mafia & Billionaire. He is the illegitimate first child of his father. Although, her stepmom has accepted him and dotted him like her own born. But he strongly doubts it. He never let anyone be near to him. Except his half brothers, who are more real and loyal to him.

Roselyn is an orphan, was adopted by a rich family. She was adopted as a toy for the spoiled brat, Isha Pinto. She wanted to chase her dreams and wanted to build school and colleges for orphan children. 




The Mafia & Ruthless Billionaire

 He brought her into the room. He kindly put her on the bed as he'd break her. She didn't want to trust any of the stories right now they had created. That man in the cell might be a bad person. He and his brothers! Were they saints? She couldn't trust them without having any proof which assured her that they were not evil. She thought of the movement when Angelina said, ' He's worse than the mafia. ' What could be the meaning of that? She had seen a little piece of it. Overthinking befuddled her. Her head started pounding again. She pressed her head in her palms. 


 " Are you alright? " His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. 


 She stared up at him. He put a bucket of water on the marble floor. He held her feet. 


 " W what are you doing? " she asked loudly. 


 " You'll see," he said and put her feet in lukewarm water. He gently started to wash her feet. He removed the dirt from her feet. He was softly touching her skin as he'd hurt her. 


Chapter Twenty Two