The Mafia's Substitute Bride
rting layer that surrounded her in a cocoon of tranquillity. Sofia held onto the snug cover tightly, unwilling to let go of the dream. However, her peacefu
and blinking repeatedly she attempted to clear her vision until her eyes finally adjusted to the intense light. It was then
sed to wake up early and make breakfast, just like she used to do in her father's house. After that, she had to do all the household
redibly soft mattress, luxuriously draped with a warm silk blanket. Her mind raced as she tried to piece
d up here, in this
her mind, leaving her fee
ght. She knew that if he caught her sleeping on his expensive beds again, he would be even angrier. Taking a deep bre
rself when she saw the girl
om where your clothes are kept,"
e didn't find her clot
you may wish to take a shower and change your attire." Despit
muttered quietly under
hen she went inside, she saw many dresses and clothes f
scared to
site dresses and women's clothing elegantly hanging before her. The undeniable quality of the garments sent a shiver of apprehensi
r closet, hoping to find something simple to wear amongst the expensive, limited-edition dresses
ything like it before. However, Sofia hesitated. She had been living as a servant in her father's house, and her stepmother had forbidden her to use anything luxurious. She wasn't sure
warm water surrounding her. Once she finished washing herself, she reached for the fluffy towel on the slab and gently patted her body dry. She then carefully sl
or, her gaze fell upon her reflection. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, emphasizing the fact that she had spent the entire night cry
couldn't help but wonder who owned them all. Among the collection were numerous body lotions from v
ly it to her skin. After some hesitation, she decided to take a small amount and
to try. She felt a pull towards them, a temptation that was hard to resist. But she kn
lli sitting at the dining table, engrossed in his laptop. Sofia froze