"If I can't have love, I want power"
She is enchanting. She is dangerous. She is mysterious. She is lethal. She is everything anyone would desire. But most of all she is deadly.
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A young and nai...
Hi guys!!!!! I know this is super random but we crossed 2k reads and I'm so happy. Even though we crossed that days ago, I'm still giving you an extra update.
Also it's my birthday today so that's a plus. Consider it my b'day treat or 2k read milestone treat but here you go!
Enjoy ❤
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"Ms. Rose!"
Startled, I snapped out of my trance and turned to my secretary, Laura, who was outlining my schedule for the day. I sighed.
"Laura, cancel all my meetings after lunch. I have somewhere I need to be," I said, dismissing her.
"But Ms. Rose, it's really important and you have already been delaying the meeting with Mr. Antonio for a while now and he is getting angry because of it."
"I don't think that I asked for your opinion Laura. As far as I remember I told you to cancel the meetings. And secondly do you really think that I care about Mr. Antony or whatever the fuck his name is. This is my business, my company and I'll do whatever I want to. If Mr. Anthony is so keen on doing business with me then he needs to learn patience. You may leave now." I spoke rather calmly despite the anger I was feeling because of her dictation.
She seemed conflicted and after contemplating for a minute she opened her mouth to say something but one look from me was all it took for her to shut it close and leave.
After she left I sighed again for what seemed like the hundredth time this morning. It's been a week since I last interacted with my dear family and the conversation has been replaying in my mind like a broken recorder. I thought back to the conversation.
Flashback:
"Hello famiglia, were you waiting for me?" I taunted in an overly sweet voice with a sickly sweet smile, batting my eyelashes at them. Christina's expression faltered for a mere second before going back to that ugly smirk that she thinks makes her look like a villain, but in my opinion it makes her look ugly.
Everyone shifted in their places, clearly not expecting this. My father dearest cleared his throat before looking me in the eyes, and spoke in a cold voice that sent shivers through the spines of many but not mine.
"Valentina, we realize we've made mistakes in the past by overlooking your behavior. Being the princess of the Italian mafia, we thought it was your right to demand anything. However, after what you've done, it goes beyond mere brattiness. Your actions were severe, and while we can forgive and forget your previous acts, this cannot be overlooked. You'll need to apologize to everyone affected, as your actions caused trouble to everyone.
"Now that we've addressed the past, I want to discuss a few rules with you. These are house rules everyone follows:
1. You will respect everyone here and do as you're told, no questions asked. 2. Your curfew is 11 PM on weekdays and 1 AM on weekends. You must be back by these times and cannot leave the house after them. 3. No cursing or disrespect towards anyone. Be considerate and refrain from using foul language. 4. Most importantly, you are not allowed to have a boyfriend without permission. If you like someone, you must ask your brothers and me before dating him so we can ensure he is safe for you. 5. And most importantly, you have to dress maturely. You can't wear these slutty dresses and go out. You represent the Rossetti family. You have to dress like that.
