THEIR DOLL 🔞

QUEEN

ODETTE'S POV

I suck in a huge amount of breath to hold back the tears caused by the insult Mario hurled at me in front of Sofia. I'm supposed to be a member of this family, this house was supposed to be my home, and yet I'm not even allowed to go beyond a few doors?

"I'm so sorry, I should have told you before, Mrs. De Luca. I'm so sorry," Sofia says guiltily, looking at me with pity.

The admiration and respect she once had for me are now replaced with pity.

Pity...

I don't like it when people pity me; it makes me feel weak, and I'm not weak.

Trying to hold myself together, I allow Sofia to support me, even though I didn't want to accept her help. But my ankle is really sore; it seems I twisted it when Mario yanked me harshly away from the door.

Why does he have to hate me?

Shaking off those thoughts, I try to act as though his hatred doesn't affect me, but in reality, it stings like a bee.

"Are you okay, Mrs. De Luca?" the maid asks, and I nod my head before speaking.

"I'm fine, thank you for helping me to my room. I will take some rest," I tell her, lying about the first part.

"Please let me know if you need anything," she says softly, glancing at my leg.

I clear my throat and nod my head, shutting the door behind me. Searching through the drawers for any painkillers, I limp across the room. Almost all the drawers are locked, and there are no keys. My luggage is yet to be unpacked, which makes me frown a little. I remember when my sister said she didn't even need to unpack her bag because her cupboard was already filled with all types of clothes, from comfortable to classy, from sports bras to lace sets, all in her size.

"It's okay, Oddy, you don't need him buying things for you. You are a French Mafia princess; you just need to make space. Space in the sense of the universe because there's no way your clothes are going to fit in his single walk-in closet while it took a huge room for me to put my clothes at Dad's home."

Dad's home!? He did say it would always be mine. Mine... my home.

Finally, I find a painkiller spray in the washroom and spray it on my ankle, hissing at the sensation. It feels cold on my skin and starts to numb it, giving me relief.

Unable to keep my eyes open, I decide to arrange my clothes in the closet later and lay on the bed. Pulling the comforter up, I slip into the depths of daylight, closing my eyes and welcoming the darkness.

I don't remember how long I've slept, but I'm woken up by a loud banging on the door.

Why the hell is Mario banging on the door? If he wants to get in, doesn't he know the passcode or have a key with him? Glancing at the watch, it's already ten at night.

Fuck! I've slept throughout the day. I hurriedly walk towards the door, surprisingly feeling less pain in my leg. The spray must have worked really well.

"What the hell are you doing in my son's room?" Bianca snarls at me as soon as I open the door, strolling towards me with her hand raised to slap me.

In her dreams.

I grab her wrist before it can smack my cheek, twist her hand, and push her against the wall beside me, pressing the right side of her face into the wall with one hand while locking both of her hands behind her back with my other hand.

She struggles, trying to break free from my hold, but I chuckle at her in amusement.

"Leave me," she snarls, realizing she won't escape my grip as easily as she thought.

Disgusting old piece of shit.

"Tsk tsk tsk, before raising your old fucking hand on me, you should have given some work to your experienced brain. My father doesn’t call me 'little bad wolf' for nothing," I muse at her, smirking as I push her head further into the wall.

I swear if I push any harder, her imprint will be left on the wall, but at this rate, it might just imprint the makeup she has on her fucking old, wrinkled face.

"You might be a princess there, Odette, but I am the queen here," she warns me, as if I'm here to take her shit.

I really didn’t like her the first day we met, and after knowing she isn't the real mother of my husband, I don't give a flying fuck about this oldie, especially after my sister warned me to stay away from her.

The little Red Riding Hood is supposed to hide and run, while in our case, it's this old bitch.

"You know my son will kill you if he finds out that you are mishandling his mother," she warns again, making me chuckle.

"Uh-huh... By the way, Mrs. Ferrari, why do you keep chanting 'my son, my son'? Is it to remind yourself that..."

I lean in close to her ear, whispering the last part.

"You aren't their real mother?"

She gasps and struggles in my hold again, and tired of pinning her to the wall, I release her, and she doesn't waste a second to turn her face towards me, shocked.

I raise an eyebrow, smirking at her, anticipating her question, and she doesn’t disappoint me.

"How do you know?" she asks, realizing that I'm not buying into the lies everyone she has been feeding.

Folding my arms across my chest, I examine my perfectly manicured, nude nails before answering.

"A little birdie flew from Rome to France and whispered in my ear," I tell her mockingly, scoffing a laugh at her to fuel her anger.

I enjoy it.

I am a goddess for angels and fucking Satan for demons, and for Bianca...
Hmm, debatable. She isn’t qualified to be a demon, as she was sticking her face in my bedroom wall. She's a hellhound. Yeah, a hell bitch.

"You are going to regret it, mark my words," she glares at me, as if she's stabbing me in the head with a nail hammer multiple times.

She turns on her heels, storming out of the room, but my voice halts her steps just as she reaches the door.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Ferrari, last time I checked, my husband, Marco De Luca, was the king of the Italian Mafia, and being his wife, I am the queen of this empire, not you. Sober up; I think you're still a little tipsy from last night, having too many drinks with your bitch mates," I comment before brushing my shoulder against hers as I make my way towards the kitchen.

Ugh, this bitch drained my energy; I need something to eat.

AUTHOR'S POV

"Queen?!" Bianca chuckled as soon as Odette left. Her green eyes darkened as she glared at the disappearing figure of Odette, who seemed oblivious to her surroundings.

"You're just another slut those brothers will share, nothing more and nothing less. I just need to ask them to hurry up with the plan, and I wouldn't wait a second to show you your real place... soon," Bianca muttered, a promise evident in her tone. She would go to any extent to take revenge on Andre, and what could be more satisfying than hurting his most beloved child after she had taken one from him eleven years ago.

A/N: EDITED.