Auctioned By The Mafia Lord: My Father's Enemy

und of vehicles was getting closer, and I knew I had to find a

he vehicles driving past outside, but I knew they couldn't see me in here. I kep

idn't know where I was or how to get back home. I was sad but free from the hand of Lord Russiavo. Though I wasn't so sure,

he chirping of birds and some unknown sounds of animals. I

men after him, I started walking again, hoping to find a road or a town. I walked for hours,

ssiavo catches up with me. How I wish there was a

I gathered more strength. I've been running for hours now, but I cou

shelter and by this time, the sun was already down, I knew I had covered some amount of distance. I

weathered wood and with a sturdy roof of red shingles. A small porch ran along the front of the cabin, with a simple woode

f. A thin column of smoke drifted up from the chimney, indicating that a fire was burning insid

ust like I thought, the door was pushed slightly open and a woman who seemed to be in her late sixties popped her head out. The moment

rutinized through my entire core. I knew a lo

seeing me naked outside their cottage. I felt so tired and found my seat on one of the chairs available but before I sat comfortab

took my seat back as she also did the same in front of me. After gazing

to her instantly. "I'm on a run," I answered while she arched her eyebrows at me, wanting m

been through a lot. Do you know your way around here?" The old woman questioned and

und here?" I questioned, wanting

let me know where you live and I will find

ka

ght. I stepped inside the cottage. It was small and cozy, with a warm fire burning in the heart just like I pred

s relieved to be back from bondage, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I should e

ate to my satisfaction before she showed me to a room where I can spend the night. I entered the room and col

then, my lenses cleared out and I was able to view things around me. The image of yesterday flashed through my mind and I l

chandelier gave me another impression that I had not ended up in that room the night before. It was strange bec

of fright. Right in front of me was a big portrait placed on the wall and I recognised the face

the door. Just before I could pull it open, someone reached for it from the outsid

nd it felt like the world would soon come to an end for me. Was I dreaming? W

at me and everything seemed real. How

elief. I couldn't explain the scenario. It was just not accommodating. I felt broken. Why have I