BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Veronica's POV
Getting ready for the ball was chaos.
There were death threats thrown out. Marcus and Noah had guns again and started aiming them at each other.
They don't want to be here but it is a requirement to come.
Although I'm hosting the ball, I obviously have to be fashionably late, but not too late.
We finally arrived, Ricardo, Marus, Noah and I.
I sacrifice myself to park the car, and the boys head into the ballroom. After finding a decent free space, I exit my luxurious car and walk up to the entrance. Immediately I was greeted by one of the attendants I hired for this event.
I was taken to a decently sized room that was already seated with people. Tables were scattered throughout beneath a stage with a nameplate on each one to signify who was sitting where. as my eyes scanned the room, I managed to spot Ricardo sitting at a table with Marcus and Noah on the far right.
The attendant led me to the centre of the ballroom where our table was. I looked at the table beside us and froze.
Who the fuck decided these seating arrangements?
Our neighbour was the one and only Roman Petrov.
he raised an eyebrow as if to ask if he could help me and smirked at me.
Cheeky bastard.
I hardened my gaze and then glanced away from him, acting like I wasn't just caught staring at him. An attendant came forward and Ricardo ordered a glass of water then asked Marcus, Noah and I what we wanted. I took wine while Marcus and Noah went with whiskey as well.
The room wasn't as tense as I thought it would be. Not everyone in here was enemies after all. There were a few people amicably talking with their neighbours, while on this side of the room, it was silent.
Once I get word everyone has arrived and was seated, I take it as my signal to start my speech.
I walked on the stage gracefully, ready to start my speech.
This will be a night to remember, as I walked onto the stage, the spotlight seemed to follow my every step.
My dress, elegant and stunning, hugged my figure in all the right places, accentuating my natural beauty. The intricate lace details added a touch of sophistication, while the flowing fabric gracefully swayed with every movement.
Heads turned, jaws dropped, as I effortlessly commanded attention with my undeniable presence. I was the epitome of grace and style, leaving everyone in awe.
As the audience grew silent I faked a smile at the rest of the audience before starting my speech.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Today I stand before you with a sense of pride and excitement, as I embrace the role of a mafia woman and proud leader of The Spanish Mafia. In this thrilling world of power, and leadership, I've crafted a character that exudes power, cunning, and a touch of mystery. It's a chance to explore a different side of myself, to immerse myself in a world of intrigue and suspense." I smile at them before continuing.
