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Nanny For The Mafia Boss
Chapter 1
Victoria.
(Thunder claps and a million thoughts.)
The thunder roared and ravaged the earth as it rained cats and dogs.
I laid curled on my worn out mattress, tears staining my torn pillow. I had just lost another job.
Another thunderclap and I jumped right out of my bed and sprinted to a far corner of my tiny bedroom, my two hands covering my ears. I didn't like the thunder.
I stayed curled into a ball bawling my eyes out till the thunder claps subsided. The storm was over as it seemed but not the storm inside me.
As I stayed curled up, my left hand placed on my forehead as my right hand played with the hole in my worn out night dress, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Life was really cruel, I thought. Nothing worked out in my favor.
I sat there for what felt like hours till I got the strength to do what I must do.
I got up and took slow hesitant steps to my tiny cooking area that can't be classified as a kitchen.
As my feet stepped into the area, I took a good look around, bearing in mind that it would be the last time I would see the space I had grown to love, no matter the size.
I grabbed the kitchen knife with a shaky hand while exhaling a large amount of air from my tense body.
I made my way back to my bedroom, closing the squeaking door behind me. I mentally prepared myself for the pain.
I lifted up my heavy sad ocean eyes to the Mother Mary figurine placed neatly on my reading table, beside my favorite books.
“Forgive me mother, I don't have the strength or will to go on anymore, I have lost everything, my heart is heavy and my very soul is shattered. Accept my soul oh pure virgin”. I finished as a lone tear slipped from my beautiful sad eyes.
My attention went back to the knife in my hand. Grabbing it with both hands, I lifted it above my head and closed my eyes.
I took a deep breath because I knew what I was about to do was not easy.
Before I could swing my hands that held the knife into my stomach……
!DING!
I opened my eyes in a flash, staring at the now lit up screen of my phone.
Unknowingly, the knife dropped from my hands as I made my way to the bed.
I picked up my phone and read the notification on my screen.
“BILLIONAIRE ALESSANDRO ROSSI HAS CONFIRMED SPLIT FROM SUPERMODEL WIFE, ROBERTA ROSSI”.
I scoffed in disbelief at the news. I stared intently at the man's picture displayed on my phone screen. A drop dead gorgeous man.
Subconsciously, I traced my slender fingers over his features. A Greek god in human form.
I did not know for how long I stared at his photo as he stared right back at me, deep into my troubled soul.
Breaking away from the compulsive gaze, I shook away the feeling swirling inside me as I tossed my phone on my bed.
Unbelievable!. Barely two years into their marriage and they are separated already.
Rich people problems. I wondered if rich people actually find true love in life. If I ever got close to a man like Alessandro, I thought, I would hold him tight and never let go. He seemed like a decent and nice man even though he never smiled in pictures, just a smirk. Only a crazy woman would let him go.
Well, that was not my problem.
I got up, forgetting my previous death sentence passed on me by myself, as I made my way to my small bathroom.
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