The Mafia's Lovely Spy

Bella Trump stood frozen, her gaze locked on her father as her Stepmother unleashed a dramatic tirade.

"You ungrateful brat!" Mrs Linda spat, crocodile tears streaming down her face. "I took care of you like my own and made sure you got everything Bianca did not have still, you're determined to make me the bad woman in front of your father?"

Bella gritted her teeth as she heard this, seeing her fake tears made Bella want to purge. The woman sabotaged her career and orchestrated her daughter's raise to stardom. Bella couldn't help but wonder how she could lie so fluently.

Bella Trump was the first daughter of the Liverpool Multibillionaire business mogul, Cartersville Trump. Her mother died while giving birth to her and the father therefore remarried his long-time concubine who had a child for him out of wedlock.

Mrs Linda became a stand-in mother for her, while her stepsister also became a part of the family.

Maybe because Bella joined first, but after her signing into Immortal entertainment as an actress, the Stepmother make sure her daughter got there too.

Cunningly and shadiness, Bianca Trump became the most talked about celebrity in the country. She made sure she got every role in every auditions while using her father's influence.

Cartersville Trump came back from his bussines trip recently with sullen expression which was unusual saying it was because he lost a huge bussines deal to a young boss from one Agatha.

Bella's father is an Immortal Mafia member that never had a good relationship with the said Agatha. Growing up, Bella was made to understand that Agatha and Immortal are inborn enemies.

He stood up from his chair interrupting his wife and daughter with a very stern expression. "She's your mother stop rebelling!"

"She is not my mother dad! She was only acting like she cared because you were here, she didn't treat me like her daughter's so why should I stay?" Bella shouted at her father without relapse.

She knows how much of a drama queen her stepmother could be. The woman made Bella wear Bianca's hand-me-down clothes and even gave her daughter more pocket money than her acting like she cared is a new side of hers that Bella just saw.

Still on that case, her Bianca came downstairs and joined the rapture.

"Dad don't waste your time begging Bella to stay, she has always been mean to mum and I" Bianca said with a pout as if her mother and she were indeed treated badly by Bella.

"That's not true! It's the other way round!" Bella shouted as she looked at her father, waiting for his final verdict.

"Did you want to leave that much despite my presence?" Cartersville finally asked.

"Dad, I can't stay in the same house with Bianca and her mum anymore. Bianca stole all the roles meant for me and even spoke ill of me on the set, what is the use being born from the same father? I want to leave so that I can make a good improvement in my career!" she retorted back.

"You're are going anywhere, Bella! Bianca is your sister and we're all staying in this house! Can't you give up an ordinary movie role for your blood sister?" he asked again.

Bella looked at he father, she was lost for words. How could her father defend Bianca and her mother more than her on this issue? She wondered. "Dad you're supporting Bianca against me? Did she even treat me like her blood sister?" Bella asked as she swallowed the lump on her throat then she continued.

" Bianca never counted me as a part of the family, so why should I? What is the use of having a wealthy father and losing in all careers? This is mum's wish too... she wanted me to make it big too, so why are you supporting only her?" As she said this, Bella is now in tears.

Her father snubbed her upon hearing her mentioning her dead mother and went upstairs. The stepmother also scoffed and left the scene leaving the daughters.

"Look how you made a mess of yourself" Bianca said cockily.

Bella eyed Bianca with a malicious gaze then left the living room with her bags.

*

Bella Trump had dropped her bags back into her room with tears. Having no other way of venting her anger, she decided to go for a walk. She sashayed through the bustling streets of Liverpool in tears. Her life had been a mess since the day she met the strange woman called her stepmother.

How she had wished that someone could understand how much the mother and daughter had made her life miserable.

Bianca got everything she ever wanted. Despite being the eldest, she never had anything to her name befitting of a billionaire's daughter.

Giddy and weak, Bella walked lazily towards her father's house. She knows that she had to get home before 9:30 pm or else Bianca and her mother would close the door on her and she would have to sleep on the streets like she once did.

While walking down the alley that leads to her house, she bumped into a few men in black.

She drowsily bowed before the men to apologize but she heard, "That's her, Get her!" Instead.

Bella raised her heard work surprise as she heard this. "Who's who? They got the wrong person" she wondered.

The men rushed at her before she could think of running away. The men were too strong for her to handle as she struggled for dear life. They bundled her into the car and she felt her eyes heavy, and then she fell asleep.

Thus, Bella Trump was kidnapped.

At Empress Hotel presidential suite, A group of people escorted the young man in the middle as he walked in long strides across the hallway.

Bathed in the Cooley-lit passages and elevators, his demeanor remained cool and collected. His bloodshot eyes held no emotions as he picked up his phone that was ringing.

"Yes tell me?"he answered curtly.

"Boss, we have the woman in our custody" a hoarse voice replied.

Miguel's expression remained impassive as he asked. "What of the goods? Did you find them in her possession?"

"No Boss, but we made sure that we catch her and took her to your room"

His brows knitted as he wondered what is the caller was talking about. His hold on the phone tightened.

"What are you saying? You took the woman to my room? Have you forgotten she is a client?"

The man on the other end of the phone must as well be shocked like the others with his cold voice for he was silent for a long time before replying with a stutter.

"The... The...Grand Master ordered it"

The atmosphere grew heavy, everyone following him knew that today was their doomsday if anyone made a slight cough.

"Did you take orders from Grandpa or me? Did you take me as a joke?" He thundered.

The man on the other end knows that he doesn't dare make another sentence or else his life will come to an end.

Without waiting, he walked briskly towards his room and shut the door to the face of the group following him, he removed his coat and tie and tossed it across the wardrobe.

There was no Woman on his room so he felt safe. Thinking he was the only one in the room and then, 'click' the door was shut. Before he had time to know what was happening his phone rang from the bed which he had thrown it.

He checked the caller ID: Grandpa

He picked it up while trying to open the door, he heard a cheeky old voice from the other end. "Hi son, Have you seen what I prepared for you? How can you let beautiful clients like that go?"

"Grandpa, what are you doing? That woman took our goods to the wrong vendor, she was still owing me $50,000, that's why I ordered her to be brought to me" Miguel argued.

He knows that not much of an argument could make his grandfather submit to a resolve.

"Enjoy it, son, if you had gotten yourself a wife, I wouldn't have to do that" The old man said as he ended the call before he could reply.

When he tried returning it, the number was not reachable again.

Miguel Rodriguez looked frustrated a and he stood outside the bathroom door after he noticed that the said woman is in his bathroom.

The sound of water droplets could be heard from outside where he was standing therefore making the fury in his heart increase.

With his lips distorted at a strange stiff angle, he pushed the door open. She was owing his company $50,000 and she had the guts to take a bath in his room? Miguel was very angry.

Soft hums were heard behind the white veil dividing the bathroom and the bathtub where he was standing.

His feet became rooted as water vapor from the water heater she was using escaped through under the veil and clouded his face.

As the vapor disappeared, and the white veil dragged to the side, he saw the woman.

There was actually a woman in his bathroom!

He saw her long exquisite leg first, followed by her simple pretty face and full lips. Her big eyeballs were lively like a geographical Galaxy screen.

Miguel Rodriguez who was used to seeing many beautiful ladies before this, and most could do anything to see his smile was stunned.

He wondered if she was the debtor. Raising her jaws, she raised her head and he could notice that this woman is not the debtor.

He rushed back to his room and put a call through again.

"I hope you have said your last prayers because tonight, you'll become a dead meat?" He said maliciously to his subordinate over the phone.

The latter from across the phone was shaking from head to toe now, he knew he was in deep trouble.

They had taken the wrong person!

Without expecting his reply, Miguel continued: "Find the real woman and kill her! prepare for your funeral as well as hers!"

Then he hung up and waited for her to step out.

Miguel Rodriguez, the head honcho of the Agatha Mafia group, the notorious drug dealer and the most competent business mogul, was in total awestruck as the lady walked out of the bathroom.

She was indeed beautiful even more than most sluts he had seen so far. Most are used to makeup and facial surgeries but the lady standing before him exuded natural beauty from head to toe.

The lady looked directly into his face, and then he saw her lively eyes very well, and slowly she reached her hand out.

"What is she doing? Is she trying to dance tango with me before Introducing herself or hasn't she noticed that she was mistaken for someone else?" Miguel wondered as she advanced towards him.

When she received no response from Miguel, she suddenly grabbed his pants! His muscles froze up as her hand touched his skin.

His skin crawled more on his body as she traced the eagle tattoo that was broadly on his chest.

This was the first time he felt something under his pants stir up as if a sleeping dogwas awakened. His body was suddenly displaying some sort of unpleasant reaction that he had never felt before.

He wanted to push her back. He wanted to say to her face that she was kidnapped in place of another person, but something in him didn't want her to leave.

"What is happening? Who is this woman?" Miguel was confused.

Before he could figure out his thoughts, she pushed him to the bed and towered over him like a looming doom and slowly kissed his lips.

She looked at him with those wide stary eyes and said,

"Kiss me"

The next morning, Bella Trump woke up with a sore body as she realized that she was naked and was lying in the arms of a man.

"What is this? Who's this man?" She said aloud trying to remember how she got on his bed.

Miguel Rodriguez stared awake from his slumber and saw the woman sitting beside him with a naked body. He gasped as he saw a slender shoulder full of hickeys. The pink lips marks were everywhere, even near the mole at the arousing position.

Still with her mouth gaped, Miguel stared at her face, she was looking shocked as if she didn't know how she got there.

The lady jerked off as soon as she saw him with the duvet around her body.

"You... You.... Who are you? What have you done to me?" Bella asked with a shaky but firm voice.

Miguel remained silent and looked around the room. His gaze fell on the glass of wine sitting on the stool which he hadn't seen before which meant she was drunk from the narcosit drug-laced wine.

Her lips and eyelashes were blinking gracefully. She looked even more beautiful in the morning than he thought her to be.

Just then, Bella heard her ringing tone ring across the room. She rushed to get her phone.

"Bella Trump! How dare you sleep out when your father is still around? So that you can show him that I have indeed tortured you?" Bella heard her Stepmother's voice as soon as she picked the call.

She had her heart in her mouth as she looked at the man before her. His upper body was still naked and she could see her lips print on the broad eagle tattoo on his chest.

Just how did she get here?

"Are you deaf or something? Come back home now before your father awakes!" Mrs Linda shouted again and hung up.

After ending the call, she sat back on the bed and faced him, "How did I get here last night?"

Miguel Rodriguez was silent as he walked smartly to the other cabinet and picked up his phone. "Send someone to pick this lady"

Upon hearing that Bella rushed to him; "I say how did I get here? Not how to leave here!"

Miguel remained silent and tried to dress up. Bella rushed after him with the duvet still enshrouded around her. "Are you mute? I remembered bumping into some men last night and after that, I don't remember what happened, you should explain to me at least?"

He was silent still, Before she could know it, he was fully dressed. He skipped to the drawer brought out some cash and threw it at her.

"Take that! You're mistaken for someone else! That's why you're here"

With that he disappeared through the door, leaving Bella Trump in awe.

*

Bella slinked to the living room as soon as she got home. She had to get to her room before her father woke up, or else she'd have to explain where she had been.

"Stop there! Harlot!" She heard her father's commanding voice from her behind.

She stood dead in her tracks for she was still wearing her dress from last night.

"Good... Good.. morning Dad" she stuttered.

Cartersville Trump walked into the living room from the dining with Mrs Linda and Bianca behind him. His face was filled with disappointment and regret.

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"Humm.... I...." She couldn't find the right word.

"Are you deaf?" Her father enquired.

Bella gulped, her hands shaking with nervousness, "Dad... Last night... I was called by my friend that there was a commercial advertisement gig, so I went there" she said as lies flowed freely through her lips.

Her father was silent at first. Bella focused on his expression. She prayed fervently in her mind. If her dad could find any fault in her now, he might as well believe she was not serious just like her Stepmother had said.

"Commercial advertisement for which product?" Bianca suddenly asked.

"Damn this girl, why is she foiling her plans now?

"Hum... For... For... Shaving cream! No, I mean body cream"

Bianca walked around her cockily with a questioning gaze and remarked "Body Cream? Which brand of body cream is that? That needs amateur upcoming actress like you for their advertisement?"

Without saying, Bianca could tell that Bella is lying.

Cartersville also glared at her intently trying to figure out if it is true or false. But her innocent expression betrayed his thoughts.

Bella on the other hand tried her best to look real. She could imagine the humiliation if Bianca and her mother knows that she slept with a man.

Then unexpectedly, her father said before leaving, "Meet me in my study!"

Bella stood transfixed. She knows that for her dad to call her over to his study room abruptly, he wanted to say something big.

Perhaps telling her to quit acting. "Damn, that eagle tattooed man! I am in this mess because of him" she cursed inwardly.

As she was about to leave the living room, her Outlandish Stepmother stopped her with a stern expression and said,

"You have to explain where you were last night!"

Bella glanced at the enthusiastically hazardous woman with a smirk and said,

"Since you're interested in knowing how I spent last night, then I'll say; All thanks to you, Despite your foul treatment, I have a sensational night rest!"

With that, she jaunts out of the living room, leaving the woman and her daughter to bicker about other stuffs.