A VIRGIN FOR THE MAFIA PRINCE

ride. A gentle pat on my shoulder woke me, but I instincti

hing to you," Dante questioned. I avoided his

lking to me. Look at me often. I love the color of your eyes; they hy

declared, and the reality of my new

tinctively bowed back. Dante laughed, and I witnessed him laugh

ith a big bouncy bed and dressers. The room had a balco

hing my scarf, I asked, "

e get married, but I figured you needed to adjust to sleeping with me arou

that my wounds wouldn't bear, but I couldn't

r,“ my name is Mercy,” introducin

nted candles, a scene of relaxation. Grateful, I bowed to

th a towel, making sure to hide my scars. Back in my room, a set of carefully chosen clothes awaited me—a long-sleeved purple dress, a golden neck

and I quickly took the towel to cover myself. He walked in, still looking at me, stating, "Why are you hiding what's potentially mine?

nted to remind you that you have a big day ahe

e makeup artist, choose the decorations, and cake—th

o do something to you." With that, he left the roo

His admiring gaze met mine, and he complimented, "You look lovely," ki

onsequence of not having eaten since the previous night. I blushed, hoping Dante ha

now if he was upset or not . "Let's go," he said, pulling my hand. Fear gripped me – would he have found it offensive? I quickly beg

esturing for me to sit. "Why are you apologizing for b

tomach growled uncontrollably due to being starved for two days. After the guests left, my aun

I didn't even notice a chef standing next to me .“This is ou

ked, "What shall I s

nly time I had a nice breakfast were the left overs aunt Silvia and the rest would

epared for her – a variety from which she can choose,"

t kinds of food, various teas, juices, pancakes, waffles, bacon and eggs, and other things I

asked. My eyes widened, and I quickly shook my head. I reached out for a plate full o

e. "Open your mouth slowly," he instructed as he fed me the pancakes. I ate half of it, and he changed to grab some waffles, pouring ch

the first time in 15 years, I had a normal breakfast. The maids r

garden, meticulously cared for and deserving of a

to greet them. They both smiled, and we took a seat. "Mother,

you described her," she remarked. The king smiled and welcomed me, saying,

used. The queen expressed relief, thinking I wasn't being abused. I just gave

Elena I want... children ....grandchildren before I kick

very nice and kind and I got t

e car to go back home. She resisted the rush, wanting to talk to me, her daughter-in-law. Dante

ter idea ,“ She can wear the d

ds and expressed gratitude and said, “ Thank you for saving my son. I wil

stand what she meant by her statement, saved her son

g for rest. Entering the bedroom, I found Dante already in bed, asleep. Hoping

he asked. I froze and stammered, "

me. Get changed into your sleeping clothes and