SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

I took Melody in and gave her a room close to mine. She carried her things into the room and put them close to the door of the closet. Her room didn’t have a dressing room like mine. She started looking around the room, admiring it with a smile on her face. I can’t believe she was crying all the way here. I was standing near the front door.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, now that you are alright, can I go sleep now?” I inquired turning my back on her when Spike ran to me, sticking his tongue out, watching me with his curious eyes. I stroked his cute head that was filled with fur. His perky ears stood out. I squatted down to his level, still petting him. He licked my face with his wet tongue. I need to wash my face right now. I got up on my feet and hit him lightly on the head.

“Come here, boy.” I said, walking out of the room with him.

“Your dog is so cute.” Melody said from inside the room. I led Spike back to his separate room. He ran to his litter box. I shut the door and headed to my room.

The next day, I woke up humming my favorite song as I headed for the bathroom with a white towel tied around my chest. After taking a cold bath, I walked out of the bathroom. I couldn’t get my dad out of my mind. The last time I saw him, he was struggling to breathe. I hope he is alright now. I stood in front of my makeup desk and grasped my hand dryer, using it to blow dry my wet hair, when Chris ran into the room.

“Good morning, queen.” He said, standing behind me. I stopped blow-drying my hair and turned to look at him.

“What’s wrong with you this morning? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” I asked, making hand gestures at him.

“I am sorry for barging into your room, but there is something I want you to see.” He said with a weak smile.

“What is it?” I questioned, but he walked away from me instead. I turned around to look at him and saw him standing in front of my huge TV that took over one side of my room. He turned on the TV and switched to the news channel. My hand dryer almost fell out of my hand as I saw my mother on the TV.

“What the heck? What is she doing on the news?” I asked. She was wearing an expensive blue dress with a white fur coat around her neck; her makeup was a mess, and it was all over her face, with lines of tears on her face. My eyes landed on the headline. It read: The wife of a billionaire in Miami fainted this morning due to a lack of food. My heart skipped a beat. I thought she was making empty threats.

“That bitch! How dare she!” I screamed through clenched teeth.

“I guess she did what she said she would, and now a lot of reporters are queuing outside the house,” he said. I walked over to the window and lifted the curtains a little and spotted a lot of reporters outside the mansion. Some of them were in their vans, and they were waiting patiently for me.

“Shit! How am I going to get to my father now? Why are they all up in my buzz?” I asked with a frown, turning to look at Chris.

“They are looking for some juicy news to publish.” He responded. I ran my hand through my wet hair. As the water landed on my back, Chris’s eyes lingered on my half-exposed boobs. I slapped him hard across the face and pushed him out of my way.

I grabbed the keys to my vault and stole a glance at him. “Don’t follow me.” I said and ambled out of my room. I walked to the extreme end of the hallway, and stopped in front of a wall that had a huge painting of Pablo Escobar. I looked around to make sure no one was in the corridor.

I shoved my hand into the gun he was holding and pressed the tiny button that was there. The wall started crumbling and sliding open, revealing the room where I kept my money. I didn’t let any of my bodyguards know where I kept my money because they might try to steal it from me. I kept a large amount of my money in the bank. I entered the wall and it closed immediately. I looked around the closed room that had no window, but it had a bulb that had a dollar symbol on it.

I eyed my huge vault that was on the wall in front of me. I reached for it and unlocked it with my key. I eyed the password layer and looked around before pressing the password. I fixed my eyes on the diamonds, rubies, and bars of gold that were inside.

They were all underneath the cash. I grabbed three stacks of money and closed the vault. I shoved two stacks of money in my towel close to my boobs and put one in my mouth as I struggled to lock the vault. I locked it and heard the sound of the wall opening. I turned around with my eyes wide open.

“Who is there!!” I shouted, but there was no one there, but the door was wide open. This is weird. The wall wouldn’t have just opened by itself if no one touched it. This is fishy.

“Who is there!” I yelled again and started walking closer to the door. I jumped out of the room.

“Ahha!” I shouted, but the hallway was dry. There was no one there. The wall closed on its own accord. I looked around one more time and went back to my room. I pushed the money into Chris’s chest.

“Go and find that bitch and give those to her. Tell her to stay out of my life!” I declared, with my teeth clenched. He gave me an innocent look and nodded before walking away.