Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command th...
I apologize for the slow updates. My Masters program has been stressing me out.
So please, bear with me.
Enjoy the chapter, though it is quite a short one.
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Dona's POV:
I returned to my home the next day in a foul mood.
"That fucking bastard is getting a little too clingy dammit," I cursed under my breath, kicking off my shoes in annoyance and making my way up the stairs.
Sex with him was beyond great and he was attractive and all but that was all he was to me. Recently he was getting on my nerves even more but I had to keep up with it in order to achieve what I really wanted from all this act.
Eleanor had already left for work. I called to let her know I would join her soon but first, I had to call my uncle Dolce.
I rushed to my bedroom and grabbed my tablet, immediately video calling him.
"Zio, how are you?"
"I'm fine, mia cara. Why was I unable to get in contact with you last night? I'd told you it was urgent hadn't I?"
"I ended up in a complicated situation. But what is it, Zio?? Is everything okay back home?" I asked, worried at how serious his tone was.
"No. It came to our family's knowledge and attention that a Sasori-gumi Yakuza has set foot in Italy. He arrived two days ago and before that he was in Switzerland. Our allies and spies over there say he was going around investigating on your second identity. He visited your college and even the friends you'd made in college."
"What?!"
I frowned, feeling a sudden growing heat in my chest. Furious, I harshly slapped a vase off my table and it went flying and crashing violently into the wall. I had already been in a bad mood and this had just worsened it.
