The Mafia Lord's Mistress
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Chapter 6 Six img
Chapter 7 Seven img
Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty One img
Chapter 22 Twenty Two img
Chapter 23 Twenty Three img
Chapter 24 Twenty Four img
Chapter 25 Twenty Five img
Chapter 26 Twenty Six img
Chapter 27 Twenty Seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty Eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty Nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty One img
Chapter 32 Thirty Two img
Chapter 33 Thirty Three img
Chapter 34 Thirty Four img
Chapter 35 Thirty Five img
Chapter 36 Thirty Six img
Chapter 37 Thirty Seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty Eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty Nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty One img
Chapter 42 Forty Two img
Chapter 43 Forty Three img
Chapter 44 Forty Four img
Chapter 45 Forty Five img
Chapter 46 Forty Six img
Chapter 47 Forty Seven img
Chapter 48 Forty Eight img
Chapter 49 Forty Nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty One img
Chapter 52 Fifty Two img
Chapter 53 Fifty Three img
Chapter 54 Fifty Four img
Chapter 55 Fifty Five img
Chapter 56 Fifty Six img
Chapter 57 Fifty Seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty Eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty Nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
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Chapter 65 Sixty Five img
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Chapter 5 Five

Amaya's POV

"You know, there's a way for you to get everything you want," Michael's voice felt sharp against my ears. "You could be my mistress."

I stared at him, my throat dry. "Your... mistress?"

He nodded, his gaze steady. "It would be the same as marrying me, just without the legal obligation. You will stay here with me, away from your father, who I just heard from your boyfriend that you hated."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.

"Think about it, Amaya. You'd have the best of everything. You wouldn't have to worry about money, about your future. You'd have a life of luxury and comfort, everything you've ever dreamed of."

His words were like a whip, stinging me with their cold reality. He was offering me a gilded cage, a life of comfort and privilege, but at what cost? I couldn't believe this was what I was getting for running away from home. At first, I had thought that Matt would give me all the love I had lacked at home. I was wrong, he had sold me at the first opportunity he got without batting an eyelid.

Now here I was with a man I had fallen in love with at first sight, offering me the world without him in it. All I wanted was his heart, but it seemed like I wouldn't be getting it.

"And what about me?" I finally choked out the words, my voice trembling. "What about my feelings?"

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I cannot marry you if that's what you meant by your feelings. Not like I should explain myself to you why I can't, but I am currently going through a divorce that is about to break my soul."

He paused, his gaze falling to the floor. "I need someone, someone to take care of me, to be there for me. And I think you could be that person, Amaya. But if you're not ready, that's okay. I'll understand."

"I..." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I need time to think."

He nodded. "Take the whole day. But understand, Amaya, if you refuse, there will be consequences."

He didn't elaborate, his silence heavier than words.

His words reverberated through my head the entire morning. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Michael's offer was a double-edged sword, a gilded cage that promised security but held me captive. If I gave myself completely to him, I might be too lost to find myself back.

The idea of being his mistress hurt. It felt like I was being offered the scraps, the leftovers, instead of the full package. Why couldn't he just love me for who I was, for what I could offer? What happened to the man I had communicated with through my gaze?

He had understood my thoughts without needing to say a word. And we had just met for the very first time. Why couldn't that love be strong enough to see us through?

But then I thought of everything he'd done for me. He'd saved me from the horrors of the auction, paid a fortune for my freedom. He'd even tried to comfort me, to make me feel safe. Maybe he just wasn't ready for another marriage.

He loved me, that much was clear. I could feel it in his touch, in his voice, in the way he looked at me. And I loved him too. It was a love that had sprung up in the most unexpected circumstances, a love that felt both terrifying and exhilarating. I couldn't let go of a love that strong.

I didn't want to let go of him, but I also didn't want to be his mistress. I wanted to be his wife, his forever. The love of his life.

But was I asking too much?

I stared at the floor, my mind racing. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure I could do it. It was a choice between my freedom and a life with Michael, but what kind of life was that?

He returned later that afternoon with a plate of food, a small gesture of care that only made the weight of his offer heavier.

"What's your decision, Amaya?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I looked at him, his face etched with concern and hope.

"What happens if I say no?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll have to send you back to your father."

My breath hitched. "But..." I stammered, "I don't want to go back there. I know I said I had wanted to last night, but not anymore."

He nodded, his gaze heavy. "Then what do you want, Amaya?"

I didn't know the answer. The weight of his question crushed me, leaving me speechless and lost.

I know what I want, which was to find love and feel secure emotionally for the rest of my life. I might have found it in him. But what I don't want was what he was offering me, which was to be his side piece.

I waited all afternoon, my insides churning with uncertainty. Would he come back for me? Would he force me to make a decision? Or would he simply leave me alone?

The devil and the deep blue sea. That's what this was all about.

My father, the devil. He had given me the attention I needed as a child and teenager. Sometimes I suspected that he never wanted me. Ever since my mom died five years ago, it had always been me left alone in that big house. His absence, his indifference, his lack of attention, they all drove me to Matt. To a love that was fake, that ended up selling me, betraying me.

And then Michael. Michael, the deep blue sea. His love, it felt real, so overwhelming, so consuming. It scared me, but it also made me want to cling to him, never let him go, because it was what I had always wanted.

It was a choice between the devil I knew and the deep blue sea that threatened to swallow me whole.

                         

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