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ONE

LESLIEChampagne tasted like a mouth full of flavored acid. I didn’t get what the hype was all about.I chugged down a mouthful either way, not even caring as a few drops slipped on my peach colored peplum dress.It was the only presentable dress I had, and it would probably get ruined, but I didn’t really care.I was drawing a few stares already, and to kill my embarrassment, I grabbed another glass from a passing waiter. “What a nice bow tie you have on Sir,” I whispered loudly at him, nodding with a smile, even though he merely nodded stiffly and walked away.I threw my head back, and poured everything down my throat, coughing out a mouthful as my eyes watered.“What are you all staring at?” I shouted as the room full of elegantly dressed people hushed and turned to stare at me. “Have you never seen a drunk woman before?”I suddenly felt like laughing. Life was one weird funny game. “Well I’ve seen lots of drunk people in my life,” I snapped as Rochelle, the only sincere person in

TWO

LESLIE’S POV“Have you ever thought about putting your resume into Jobsco, you don’t even have to apply, you just give them your CV, and they’d apply for you.”“No.” I answered, not even bothering to look up from the T.V at the frown that was obviously formed on Rochelle’s face.“Leslie, you have to do something – you can’t just sit in my couch all day eating pizza and watching stupid rom-coms –”“Hey!” I interrupted, feeling hurt. “They’re not stupid, this is a perfectly romantic movie where men don’t cheat, they get married and live happily ever – see! You’ve just made me miss their kissing scene. Did you see the look on his face when he – Rochelle!” I called out as she switched off the TV.“Now that I have your attention, you can’t keep moping away your life just because your ex-husband is a stupid piss of … Leslie, it’s been seven months!”“I know!” I wailed. Even after seven months, tears still threatened to fill my eyes at the thought of Jeffrey.“Leslie,” Rochelle called, her v

THREE

LESLIE’S POV“What? No! No no no!” Rochelle screamed, staring at me like I had grown horns. “I knew I shouldn’t have stepped out of the house when that man came, he’s nothing but bad luck!”She’d gone last minute shopping while Jeffrey had been around, and now, she was acting as though I had taken a bad deal in her absence.I sighed. Of course she won’t understand why I just couldn’t hand over a baby to unwilling parents. “This baby is innocent in all of this you know,” I whispered. “None of this is her fault –”“And you think it’s yours?” Rochelle exploded. “Leslie, why do you keep letting people use this huge empathy of yours to manipulate you? For crying out that’s a hooker’s baby, not your responsibility!” she enunciated the last three words like she was talking to a toddler.“For all we know, that’s not even Jeffrey’s baby. That sleaze bag I know is probably too lazy to get a DNA test done.”Her eyes flashed like she’d gotten another one of her crazy ideas, then she grabbed her

FOUR

LESLIE’S POVIt took only a moment for my embarrassment to be replaced by anger. “How the heck can you call this a private party?” I snapped, stepping further in.My hands brushed against the line up of switches, looking for the button that would restore normal lighting to the room, when I couldn’t find one, I walked over to the window and threw open the velvety curtains – too bad, it was already dark outside.“What sort of depravity is this?” I asked, hands on my hips and glaring at him. “There’s a perfectly normal party going on downstairs, but heaven forbid you engage in anything remotely normal, you have to come up to this – heaven forsaken room, and pay these women with the self esteem of dried mud to entertain you?”I was well aware I was over stepping, but I felt so angry and disappointed that this man was also not a suitable father for the baby, I wanted to turn him suitable.“I mean what the heck is wrong with men like you? –”“ Men like me?” He asked that same brow lifted ag

FIVE

MAX CRANEShe had that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look as she raised her gaze to mine. Her lips puckered into a pout, and a soft, mewing sound escaped her lips.I ran a hand through my head – probably for the hundredth time. It had been long since any woman sparked my interest to this extent, but now, her seeming oblivion to who I was irked.“I’ll ask you for the last time, who are you?”Those ocean-blue eyes widened again, giving her a sort of pixie look. Everything about her looked pixie, from the jet black hair that fell in rivulets down to her narrow waist to the heart shaped face framed by dark, sooty lashes, and dominated by her wide eyes, and cupid bow lips I could spend forever tasting.It was getting more and more obvious she wasn’t one of those million-dollar escorts paid to put up an act, she was the aunt of a baby somewhere everyone was saying was mine.The fact that she’d taken away my distraction, the only thing that took my mind off what today was should really annoy

SIX

LeslieI seemed to be the only one who was not having fun at my wedding party.Apart from the bright and colorful bulbs that illuminated the entire place, there were candles lit and placed on each of the tables in the hall.“Tonight is a special night! Eat and drink to your fill!” Max Romano was excited; it was the first time many had seen him smile.I watched him from where I was seated. I could only imagine what life was going to be like with such a loud rascal.“He laughs like the devil,” I grunted, but everyone seemed to love that devil except her.“But he is handsome. How can a man be so evil and cute at the same time?” I couldn’t stop stealing glances at Max.It felt like I had already broken my vows while I stared at the tall, hot-bearded man.The only part of the story that was left out to me about the Mafia boss was that he was tall, well-built, blue-eyed, and had the most alluring smile I had ever seen.But no one pictured him ever getting married“Whatever that old pri

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The wedding guests were gone, and I was left alone with the devil I dreaded.Max instructed the stewards to take my belongings into the master bedroom, but as soon as the two young ladies grabbed my two bags, I stopped them from moving.The stewards were almost the same age as I, but they dared not disrespect Max’s new bride, or they were going to pay with their heads. “Are we going to be staying in the same room?” I turned to my husband, and he found my question very funny.Even the stewards were amused, but they fought so hard not to even smile. They could only stare at their mistress in bemusement.“Are we going to be sleeping in the same bedroom?” I asked again, and Max realized that I was being serious.“Of course, we are.” He responded. “We are married now; couples share the same bedroom.”“No!” My outburst offended Max, but he chose not to show it.“Take the bags into the room.” He said calmly to the stewards, but they turned to me, wondering if I was going to stop them

EIGHT

LESLIEI had already spent more than a week in the mansion. Everything I needed or even felt like I wanted was provided for her.Contrary to what I imagined, Max was always at home. He went nowhere, except that it was very important, and did nothing but appear in front of my each moment with a coy smile.Even when he was out, he spent less than an hour most times and quickly returned home to besiege me with his presence, his evergreen smile still intact.It was obvious that he was up to something, but it was hard to tell if he was trying to turn me into his pawn in his chess game.He refused to make any ot my attempts to sleep with her, and that made me ask so many questions.“Doesn’t he find me attractive? Is he sleeping with someone else?”As much as I detested the man for snatching my freedom from her, I hated the idea of having to share him with others, but I didn’t want to admit it.I chose to ignore him, seeing everything he did as an attempt to break her.I felt that I coul

NINE

LESLIE Max seemed to have gotten what he wanted. Ever since he made me smile, he kept his distance, making it seem as though that was the only thing he ever wanted.He was not just mysterious; he was also unpredictable, and it was hard for me to conclude what he wanted with her.“Was this all a game to him?” I asked her one sunny afternoon, sitting on the balcony in the room, one of the few places in the huge mansion where I found solitude.“What did he mean when he said that he was going to break my armor?” I ’s thoughts troubled her, and the fact that that seemed to be a beginning phase made it even worse for her.I groaned; my mind was still at unrest even after I had taken a deep breath, which I let out slowly.Then I got tired of sitting, and it appeared that I had gotten bored with looking at the mountain view across the woods.A thought crept into my mind, and I thought that it was time to explore.“There must be something fun to see in this big mansion.” He thought, getting u

TEN

MAX I suddenly stopped speaking to her. Even my evergreen smile disappeared, and she mostly stayed away from me. There was no proof that she was not part of whatever her Uncle was up to.“He has so many enemies; I hope I haven’t married one,” I said to her, causing an intense cringe to surge into her.The sensation was so intense that she had to look away at once.But I kept on staring at her. She had almost forgotten that she had a very important meeting.The footage she saw the previous day had given me enough reasons to call a meeting of all my allies, hoping to figure out what my biggest enemy was up to.“Can SHE speak?” She broke the silence, and seeing that I was not going to give her any response, she continued.“I have nothing to do with whatever my uncle is up to,” Leslie said, her voice laced with a little tension, while it was hard to show that she was being honest.“I have no reason to believe you, Leslie. You are his blood; betrayal runs through your veins.” I could

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