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"We have arrived, sir" Butler Barkley announced as he pulls up before an enormous building that was flooded with lots and lots of people.
"Grab the suitcases" Mr. Mafia ordered right before he opened the door to his side and got out.
Butler Barkley answered with 'Yes sir" before he as well left the car and very soon, the door beside me was opened.
"We're here Mrs. Mariano" he spoke as he held the door for me.
Having a feeling that Mr. Mafia was in a hurry, I left the vehicle with haste. Butler Barkley then shut the door before walking to the back of it and the trunk of the limo was soon opened.
I followed and stood next to him while he leaned in and carefully took out our suitcase. Yes, help was offered to him by me but he refused and I just let him do his job.
As I continue to stand there, It was not long after that I realize that the presence of Mr. Mariano was absent from amongst us.
What has he gone?
"Butler Barkley" I called as he takes out the final suitcase before turning his attention to me.
"Yes ma'am" he answered.
"Do you know where he has gone to?" I asked while averting my eyes from him and looked around my surrounding.
There was literally no sign of him...
"No need to worry ma'am. Mr. Mariano had only left for the jet."
jet?
"Jet?"
"Yes. Now come along now. We don't have a lot of time" he says whilst closing the trunk before escorting me to the inside of the building.
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"Name please," The desk lady asked once we were standing at her desk. She was removing some papers from a file that laid before her.
I'm guessing there Are some papers that have to be signed first?
I mentally sigh.
I was clueless as to what exactly my answer will be to them when certain questions are asked since, after all, I did not have a passport with me which is a very essential thing needed in order to fly.
However, Butler Barkley had other plans.
Once he had realized that there were time-consuming questions to be asked, he quickly mentioned that I was the wife of Mr. Mafia and the lady's eyes immediately went wide.
"I-I'm so sorry for this, Mrs. Mariano" Another young lady dressed in the same outfit as the first, interjected.
She had overheard our conversation and as soon as Mr. Mafia's surname was mentioned, she hastily made her way over to us.
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SOLD TO MR. MARIANO
Romance**PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS THE BABY CONTRACT** "Don't touch me!" I screamed, crossing my hands in front of me as a shield. He chuckled darkly. Not bothering to listen to anything I just said and ignoring my actions, he brought his hands to my face. "And...
