Masquerade: His forbidden Obsession

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yeliner, especially as it makes me think that it hides my nose that I perceive as too big. Checking my phone shortly, I crack up at my best friend’s text about her walk of shame back home she had to do this morning. I get out of my room and close my door behind me. Like my ro

tely, it

work and walk down the marble stairs of my home to get to the kitchen. A maid is

u doing? We are eatin

his dark brown eyes sparkling. He is dressed in one of his signature

t going to kill my appetite because of it.” He st

y winning margin you could have against your enemies.” I c

es! R

ving far away. As he came to live here in New York all over from Naples situated in the south of Italy and built a billion-strong group in the building industry, he achieved what many others dream

is up early enoug

e wiggling his

ome credit. He works

sipping m

b I was supposed to hav

n male, hence he is the primary heir. I’m just supposed to marry well and have a lot of children. Actually, as the f

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observe her getting out of her car and waving at me with a big smile. She ties her long black hair in a loose ponytail and proceeds to get my baby-nephew out of the car. As she balances her son and a diaper bag in her arms, our butler runs to her with one of our manservants by his side to help her carry her bag. She doesn’t give her son out of her hands though, she never would. I can’t see her husband wit

ut in a singsong while

ears, rather than 2 days ago. But that’s what

py smile and is about to walk int

or a special high honored award, but because, at the tender age of 21, she is already married and has gifted my family with another male

ta, Ro

ide shouting her name out loud. She la

to Ginevra, you

ee herself to hug me,

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I squeeze her arm gently with a sad s

is our

the foyer from a small reception living room reprimanding us like she, and she unfortuna