"You okay?" He asks her and she nodded but the look on her face stats she's scared.

  "I'm fine" She muttered.
"Did they hurt you?" He asked.
"No" 
  "Look at me. Look at me Elsa!" He insisted and Elsa shivered.
"Can I ask you?" 
"What?" He asked.

   "Can you please remind me how I meet you." Elsa said.
"It all started at a party" He said.

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 Her name is Elsa, A nineteen years old naive girl. Beautiful with hazel eyes.
She was being treated differently by her family members.
What did she do?
Getting raped wasn't her fault. Is that the reason she has to be treated so bad?!

  Everything changed, in just One day. Every day she ask herself, how on Earth did she get to meet the bad Mafia Boss!

Can her life get anymore better?

The Mafia's Woman

 "Finally I agreed again. As long as I'm still breathing maybe I can't avoid Radon". Elsa grinned. 


A petite redhead dressed her up for the mystery party with different types of makeup brush kissing her face now and then. She decides on a light purple strap dress that drops mid-thighs and a killer glass stilet 


 Elsa feels different with a gold necklace and earrings. "Now I feel fake". Elsa muttered to herse 


It's a party for the rich, you have to dress rich to fit in. Elsa wanted to be her, not the silly wears that are gonna return to the closet after the pa 


"They are all yours. You're keeping them." The dresser said with her obvious Philippine acc 


 Elsa watched her replace her black colored hair with a blonde wig. She slightly brushes the wave and finishes her make 


"All done." She squeals turning her swivel chair to look at the mir 


"Yes way, babe. I'm a genius." Elsa watches the redhead through the mirror as she smi 


Why is she always nervous?