In a world ruled by wealth, Accalia is caught between a rock and a hard place. She's got two choices: get married to the man who tried to defy her, just to settle her old man's debts and get back her father's company. Or, she could dive headfirst into the deep end of the pool with the ruthless Mafia big shot, Don. Now, here's the kicker, Don is willing to be her "contract hubby" for just three months, but there's a catch. She's got be his "sex slave" during that time, it was all spelled out nice and clear in their little agreement. There was no room for mushy stuff, no siree! They are meant to stick to the contract terms, act out the script, and keep those pesky feelings locked away. After the three-month runs out, Don's supposed to help her wipe that debt off the map, and they'll each go their own way. Sounds like a tidy plan, right? But hold on to your hats, folks, 'cause when Don, the top dog himself, decides he doesn't want to let go once those three months tick by... well, things are bound to get messy. Trouble's brewing, hearts are fluttering and that contract might just be torn to shreds before you can say "MAFIA DRAMA!" What's a girl to do when the alpha dog of the Mafia starts breaking the rules he made? Accalia's in for a wild ride, and whether she likes it or not, love might just sneak up on them in this high-stakes game of hearts and contracts.
View MoreACCALIA'S POVDon squeezed my hand reassuringly, his gaze filled with unwavering determination. "We can do this, Accalia," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands. "Together, we can face anything."With a heavy heart, I nodded in agreement, drawing strength from Don's unwavering faith in our future. As we boarded the bus and took our seats, I cast one last glance back at the village of Arinthia, its familiar streets now fading into the distance.And as the bus pulled away, carrying us towards an uncertain future, I knew that it was time to go back to my old life.As the bus journeyed towards the city, the landscape outside morphed from rolling hills to towering skyscrapers, a stark contrast to the quaint charm of Arinthia. With each passing mile, my heart grew heavier, the uncertainty of our future weighing heavily upon me.But as we finally arrived at our destination and stepped off the bus, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air. For the first time in what fel
ACCALIA'S POVDon wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as he felt my body tremble with suppressed sobs. "It's okay, Accalia," he whispered, his voice gentle yet filled with unspoken sorrow. "We'll be alright."But the dam had already broken, and I could no longer hold back the flood of emotions that surged within me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I buried my face in Don's chest, my heart aching with the pain of leaving behind everything I had ever known."It's just... so hard," I choked out between sobs, my voice muffled against Don's shirt. "Saying goodbye to everyone, to everything..."Don held me tighter, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know, Accalia," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But this isn't goodbye forever. We'll come back someday, I promise."His words offered little solace in the face of our imminent departure, but I clung to them nonetheless, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace. Together, we sat down on the worn wooden b
ACCALIA'S POVWe climbed into the of the truck, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving behind another dear friend. Kito had always been there for us, offering his help and support whenever we needed it, and the thought of saying goodbye to him was almost too much to bear.As we settled into the worn leather seats of Kito's truck, a heavy silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine. I glanced out the window, watching as the familiar sights of Arinthia faded into the distance, my heart aching with the weight of farewell.The ride to the bus stop was a somber one, the only sound the steady hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from one of us. Kito tried to lighten the mood with some of his trademark jokes, but even he seemed to be struggling to find his usual cheerfulness.As we neared the bus stop, Kito pulled over and turned off the engine, the silence that followed almost deafening in its intensity. "Well, this is it," he
ACCALIA'S POVAs we reached the edge of the village, I turned to look back one last time, committing the sight of Arinthia to memory. "Goodbye, Arinthia," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind. "Thank you for everything."A familiar rumble filled the air, drawing our attention towards the dusty road leading into Arinthia. Through the morning mist emerged Kito, his rugged pickup truck bouncing along the uneven terrain.Kito emerged from the driver's seat, his usually jovial expression tinged with sadness. "Hey there, folks," he said, his voice quieter than usual. "I heard you were leaving, so I thought I'd come by and offer you a ride to the bus stop."My heart swelled with gratitude at his kindness. "Thank you, Kito," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "That means a lot to us."Don nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting the same gratitude. "Yeah, thanks, Kito," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "We really appreciate it."Kito waved off o
ACCALIA'S POVAs the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, my heart swelled with a mix of anticipation and sadness. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, but it also meant saying goodbye to the only home I had ever known.Stepping outside, I was met with a scene straight out of a dream. The entire village had gathered to bid us farewell, their faces illuminated by flickering torchlight and the warm glow of dawn. Tears welled up in my eyes as I took in the sight, feeling overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support.Chief Orel stood at the forefront, his weathered face etched with a mixture of pride and sorrow. "Accalia, Don," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "may your journey be blessed with courage and wisdom. Know that you will always have a home here in Arinthia."I hugged Chief Orel tightly, my heart heavy with gratitude for all that he had done for us. "Thank you, Chief," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."Don
ACCALIA'S POV"Ah, young love," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. "Reminds me of the time when I first laid eyes on my beloved Eliza."Don and I exchanged amused glances, curious to hear the chief Orel's tale. "Do tell us, Chief," I said, motioning for him to join us by the fire.Settling down beside us, Orel began his story, his voice tinged with warmth and humor. "Eliza was the most beautiful woman in the village," he began, a dreamy look crossing his weathered features. "And I, well, I was just a simple farmer with dreams of one day winning her heart.""It all started many moons ago," Elder Orel continued, his gaze drifting off into the distance. "Back when I was just a young lad with dreams as big as the mountains themselves."He paused for dramatic effect, drawing us all in with bated breath."I was smitten by a lass by the name of Eliza," he confessed, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "She was the most beautiful girl in the village, with hair as golden
ACCALIA'S POV"You're staring again, Don," My voice broke through his thoughts, accompanied by a teasing smile that made his heart skip a beat.Don quickly averted his gaze, cursing himself for letting my guard down. "Just making sure you're not getting into trouble," He replied, mustering up the usual gruffness in his tone.But as I laughed and leaned in closer, mu shoulder brushing against his, I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through me. It was ridiculous, really. Here He was, pretending to be indifferent towards me, when all He wanted to do was pull me into his arms and never let go."Come on, Don," I said ensuring that my voice was softening. "It's our last night here. Let's make the most of it."Don hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to keep up appearances and him longing to spend every remaining moment with me. But in the end, the choice was clear."Alright," Don said, forcing a nonchalant shrug. "But don't expect me to dance or anything."I grinne
ACCALIA'S POV"So, Don, any plans for our last night in the village?" I said, making sure that voice interrupted his thoughts, I kept my tone light and teasing, Don looked around him and realized realized that Kito was no longer by his side.He then shrugged nonchalantly, trying to maintain his composure. "Not really. Just thought we'd enjoy the evening and maybe have a quiet dinner."I raised an eyebrow with a mischievous glint in in eyes. "Quiet dinner, huh? You do realize this is our last chance to let loose before heading back to the city, right?"I noticed that he fought the urge to roll his eyes at my suggestion. "I'm not really in the mood for festivities," He replied stiffly, hoping I wouldn't push the matter further.But of course, I wasn't one to back down so easily. "Oh, come on, Don! You can't tell me you're not going to miss this place just a little bit," I said, nudging him playfully.He sighed inwardly, knowing I was right. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, t
DON'S POV"I was smitten by a lass by the name of Eliza," he confessed, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "She was the most beautiful girl in the village, with hair as golden as the sun and eyes that sparkled like the stars."A collective sigh rippled through the crowd, and Elder Orel chuckled softly before continuing his tale."But alas, love is never without its challenges," he said, his tone turning serious. "For you see, Eliza was the daughter of the village blacksmith, and my family, well, let's just say they had their reservations about our union."Accalia leaned in closer, her eyes shining with curiosity. "What did you do?" she asked eagerly.Elder Orel chuckled. "What any lovestruck fool would do, my dear," he replied. "I wrote her poems, serenaded her under the moonlight, and even challenged her father to a duel for her hand in marriage."A ripple of laughter erupted from the crowd, and even I couldn't help but crack a smile at the image of the usually stoic
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