The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

ody. I looked down at my house keeper who was busy trimming the overgrown flowers in the garden with extreme care. I heard the door of my

was my father's driver before he died. My father offered a job to work for me while she was still in campus.

sip from my drink and relinquishing the t

her head still lowered to the floor. I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering

ully that it was my

for any suit,

", she looked up at me like she wanted to say more, but cla

fix my gaze on its vibrant colors and delicate flowers. It engulfs me to such an extent that I can effortlessly lose track of time, willingly devoting an entire h

ila drink. Could it be that Claire was still standing behind me?

rp breath and turned around only to see my dad standin

wards me. As a mafia king he, had this intimidating stance and aura that could make

ng to any meeting with you", I turned back

ately spun around to see that his phone was already in his han

y father and also she'll force me go to other meetings and social gatherings or worst still pressure me on getting married or she could arr

he said with the pho

eyed the phone in his hand again. He nodded in amuseme

g is by eleven O' clock, you have just twenty minutes to get dressed", he said and left. I turned aro

e is to tell me what to

g, you'll do whatever he tells you to do", I

, he came to stand beside me and put his hand o

nutes, Alex". He patted my s

im the empty glass of tequ

ing the empty glass on the table and sat d

ed, it was an emerald coloured suit. And when d

r you". He got up from the chair, walked into my closet and came out with a blac

I nodded giving him a thumbs up. I w

g outside the closet door with two pairs of glove

ropped them on the bed. I pic

ut a crown on your head", he said, squinting his eyes, his for

Claire came in to inform me that my dad was already in the car w