The Mafia and Her ✔

Chapter 1

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I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

"Look at her body! I would kill to have it," a woman told her friend dreamily as I passed them, and I resisted the strong urge to roll my eyes at her statement. I did not choose to have this bony body, but she did not need to know that. I just smiled at her and kept walking to the car waiting for me.

"Welcome back, Miss Amaryllis." My dad's driver opened the car for me, and I stepped inside after I thanked him. He was doing his job, and I appreciated his help. "Are you heading home now?" he asked, driving from my office building.

"Yes, Robert." He nodded, and I looked out the window at the skyscrapers and admired the architecture as we passed by them. Whoever thought of these shapes was a genius, and the people who helped build them were dedicated.

Look at that bridge between two buildings... how did they do that?

Suppose I could do Bunji there! That would be awesome.

But what if the rope snaps? 

I guess that's why they don't do Bunji there. 

It would be extremely dangerous but fun.

Oh, I need to plant my flowers in the garden today!

"Miss?" Robert called, waiting for me to step out of the car. I did not realize that we had arrived.

I smiled, grabbed my bag, and patted his shoulder. "Thank you. Say hi to the kids." I rushed to the entrance, hoping that no one was home, but of course, Murphy's law happened. I saw Mia sipping tea and eating cake while staring at the entrance from the kitchen.

So not creepy.

Do all stepmoms look so constipated all the time?

I guess not... just mine.

She needs to get her face checked...

Oh wait, she did. 

That's why she looks like that.

"Here comes the anorexic bitch," Mia snarled, thinking she would get a reaction from me.

I smiled at her. "Lovely to see your fat face, Mia. I think you should cut on the sugar for a little while. You look like you're going to explode," I commented as I grabbed an apple. Mia was a beautiful thirty-five years old, and I loved getting under her skin. 

I did not have anything against body fat; I loved it actually since I lacked it, but she was insufferable. To my defense, she hated my guts when she stepped inside the house, saying that I was annihilating all her sugar daddy's money.

I never got a taste of my dad's money unless it was for his benefit, but I was not complaining. I had a roof over my head and one meal a day to sustain me, so I was grateful enough to ignore her not-so-nice remarks.

Mia's face turned crimson red, and when she was about to lash out her insecurities at me, Dad walked through the front door. I ignored him, as I knew he had nothing positive to say to me, and walked to the garden to plant my flowers. 

"Verena!" He followed me after a minute, looking angry as always. His smile outside the house deceived his supporters and investors, but I knew better.