Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

Jessie

"You've got all the information on Peter and his wife?" a middle-aged man sitting on his grand chair stared at his secretary coldly, intimidating.

"Yes, sir. I've gathered all the information about Peter and his wife. And a few things happened to them a few days ago!" hand over a slightly thick brown map.

"Where's your mistress?" asked while opening the brown map. He grabbed white sheets and a photo of Peter and Rachel's wedding.

"The lady is getting ready, sir!" politely replied.

"Heh, I didn't expect the children of my enemies to live together. Very good, I can eliminate them at once!" said the old man, after reading all the information given by his secretary.

"You go home, I'll go see my wife!" he exclaimed before setting foot, out of the workspace that only he could enter.

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Under the dim light, a middle-aged woman was rubbing makeup on her smooth face. Take a fancy perfume and spray it slightly onto the wrist and neck.

Cinnamon aroma mixed with Lang Lang flower extract, presenting a soft and elegant fragrance. The woman took a long red object, then turned it around and applied it to the natural pink lips.

He pursed his lips a few times before smiling, staring at the reflection of his face in the large mirror with a wood carving.

"You're so pretty tonight, where are you going, baby?" asked the old man, loosened the tie and grabbed his wife by the waist.

“I want to attend my socialite friend's birthday party" she said, putting lipstick with the words Dior on the dresser.

“It's been 25 years, you don't want to hear from them now. I heard your daughter is married to a wealthy businessman!"

The man is Thomas, and the mysterious woman is Jessie. Darion Caesar's ex-wife and mother Rachel.

Although she was old, her face was still beautiful and her hair was still black, no one was bleached. Smooth and well-groomed. It seems like Thomas was pampering the woman all along.

"I don't care about them, I assume they're gone. So, stop reminding me of my bleak past!" jessie said, releasing Thomas's hand from his waist.

"I don't mean to remind you of the past, baby. But, don't you want to know how Darion raised Rachel to be such a beautiful girl?"

"I'm not curious, why did you suddenly offend them?" jessie asked with her forehead folded, while looking at her husband.

"No papa, I heard Rachel is married to Dominic Abbey's only son!" Jessie pegged, remember her agreement with Kanaya first.

Her eyes glazed over, considering that her friendship had to run aground along with her marriage relationship.

Sorry, certainly not. However, it could not be denied his heart was curious about the growth of the child who had been abandoned.

"Please stop talking about them. I don't want to remember those fools!" assertively Jessie before going out, leaving Thomas still standing with a cynical smile.

Stupid woman, you're just a burden I want to get rid of. You can't give me offspring, or please me. You cheap woman.

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Peter's cry died down. Along with that Peter fell asleep, tired of sitting for hours in the plane seat and told the poignant story experienced by Ara.

Therefore, after she calmed down, Rachel brought her into the room and let the man sleep comfortably. Of course with his warm embrace too.

Keenan was still sitting in the back seat, enjoying a bottle of champagne while enjoying the beautiful dark, star-studded sky illuminated by the moonlight.

The man looked up, thinking of something. That woman, why don't you get out of her mind. Keenan wanted to find out where the woman was and compensate her.

It didn't matter if he was willing to serve her once more, as a farewell. Goddamn bum! but that's Keenan. Thought all women were low after the prostitute managed to slowly eliminate her mother.

"You get me another drink!" keenan orders a young blonde woman.

"Okay sir!" the flight attendant rushed into the galley or kitchen of the plane and picked up the drink Keenan requested.

Not until 10 minutes, the flight attendant came carrying a tray. Walk gracefully without making and put the bottle in front of Keenan politely.

"Please sir!" the flight attendant smiled, whether affected by alcohol or not. Keenan returned the smile of the flight attendant.

Keenan felt there was a resemblance between the flight attendant and the woman he slept with. Reflex, Keenan pulled the flight attendant sitting on his lap.

"You're beautiful" she whispered mischievously. A reddish tinge began to appear on both cheeks of the flight attendant.

The flight attendant was fascinated by Keenan's good looks. "You want satisfaction?" the flight attendant fumbled into the chest of Keenan's field.

Plaque! a slap of Keenan landed. instantly conscious, after feeling that disgusting touch. Regretting her, having compared a woman 5 years ago to a prostitute in the guise of a flight attendant.

Both have no resemblance, only hair color. It used to be that the mysterious woman was angry and shouted ferociously as if refusing to touch Keenan.

"Go away, don't put that ugly face in front of me again!" drive Keenan, back up his champagne vertical until it runs out leaving not a drop. The flight attendant did not reply, rushing away with no intention of defending himself.

Damnit damnit! until when did Keenan hold back his own desires. It was a long time ago, it was possible that the woman had also forgotten about it and married another man.

Did he have to fuck the flight attendant. Maybe the strange feeling was gone without asking later. "Call the flight attendant!" yes Keenan should forget about that woman.

Remember, Keenan has a mission. Married within a year. Time moves so fast, if Keenan doesn't look for it now. Perhaps he ran out of time later and ended up in the hands of his young master.

"He was a flight attendant, sir!"

"What's your name?" keenan asked, directing his hand to pull the flight attendant's chin.

"Asha, sir!" looking down in fear, not daring to look into Keenan's bluish eyes. "So you offered yourself, didn't you?" ask Keenan. The flight attendant nodded in evasion because that was the fact.

"I'll change my mind, you'll come with me as my servant later!"

Pleased or sad, of course the flight attendant was happy. The waiter Keenan was referring to was not a maid house. But a bedmate or a private whore. Not very shameless. However, who could refuse the offer of such a handsome and alluring man Keenan. The flight attendant fell in love at first sight.

She was willing to be a comfort woman for a man as handsome and as rich as Keenan. Being an assistant does not mean you are poor.

Keenan also has many small businesses such as five-star hotels, restaurants, hospitals. Not a company, because maybe the company can rival Peter's company later.

"On salary"

"Fill in accordance with the nominal you want!" cut Keenan, throw a blank check right in the woman's face.

"Thank you, sir!"

TB

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