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Sinful Intentions( The Mafia lord second wife)

Kidnapped, beaten and locked up, Aurora Puro Pucasso, The daughter of General Puro Pucasso, has her life turned upside down. One moment she's on her bed, the next, she's forcefully taken by Vincenzo West, and made to act like his wife Brielle, and the mother to his psychotic child in exchange for her to live. What happens when every of Brielle's past comes to haunt her? Can she survive her new daughter's torment? What happen when the line between Reality and fiction start to blur between Aurora and Vincenzo.
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Chapter 6

No!!!! Don't do this!!! Stop! Aurora screamed... her younger self was carried on the shoulder of a huge man... the rosary on her neck kept shaking. Dad save me...She screamed. Aurelia!!!!! She shouted stretching her hand... but she was thrown into the ocean... Aurora jumped up from her bed with wide eyes.... There...she saw Salvatore, standing with a tray of waffled chicken and salad... It morning, She whispered silently. Nightmare again?? The light was on last night, so why did she have the nightmare again... Aurora hand went to her neck, her rosary was gone, and a diamond necklace was on her neck instead.... No! Aurora cried out remembering last night torture and how she had made a deal with the devil too... She stood up running to the dungeon with her sore back...before Salvatore could grab her, she opened the dungeon and she saw her broken rosary on the floor , Squatting on the floor, She cried out... She can't even imagine life without her rosary, the last time, she slept without it, She nearly die, and now it broken and replace with a stupid necklace, She tried pulling the necklace off but Salvatore stopped her.... You can't take it off, or else you will get punished, more than yesterday.... Aurora sniffed snatching her rosary from the floor and running off in tears. ** Aurora ran to her room,opening lady Brielle laptop, Watching the way she talks and her moment with Marisol... Sasha stood by the door, eavedropping, she has been suspecting Aurora ever since. Aurora sniffed in tears. Fuck Brielle! I'm Aurora, Aurora yelled...I'm general Puro Pucasso only daughter, Nobody's puppet. *** Sasha P o v Sasha smirked by the door, The almighty general's daughter...In a criminal territory?Bøss, is so smart, Sasha chuckled walking off to Marisol room. Marisol! She whispered opening the door, Marisol step out of her curtain, Her long hair scattered, her eyes red in anger.... Little one, Sasha chuckled before entering Marisol scattered room sitting on her bed.. Your father, has brought in a fake mom, to deceive you... Your mom is never coming back, She is gone forever.... Marisol held her fist and grin her teeth, in so much anger. Nobody care about you.... Poor girl... dad is busy... He is only nice when you kill someone. He doesn't want to make me your mom because he doesn't want your mom back. Sasha smiled devilishly and whispered squatting down, to the child's level. I came to make you happy, Sasha grin bringing out a white drug from her pocket... Marisol smile with excitement as she took the drug, sucking from it like her whole life depends on it. Good girl...Sasha whispered standing up, with an ugly grin again. Vincenso is only mine, Sasha murmured inaudibly before leaving. ** Aurora stood in her room, staring at the gangsters training hard, they've been training like that since morning, it obvious they are going for their devilish mission.... Devil! She cursed staring down at Vincenzo with so much hatred. He suddenly looked up and their eyes met, She scoffed leaving the window... Aurora, breath in, breath out, she whisper to herself . Walking out of her room. Aurora stood at Marisol room, she held the door handle but pause, when she heard noise.... I will destroy you, Marisol screamed and glasses shattered. Aurora took to her heels with panting heart... The girl dark aura is more than her dad....She must find a way to get the fuck out of this place... Aurora tried to think, then an idea came to her mind... She need a phone, they will all suspect if she ask for their phone... so it would only be right if she go get it in the devil's territory, and luck is on her side... He is training outside. As soon as she got to his chamber, the door was locked. Fuck! She groaned. Pulling out her hairpin and tampering with the small hole on the door... The door open instantly and she entered... It was so neat and beautiful... Her eyes scanned the room as she entered, it was so big... Phone? Where can I get... she ran to the locker and tried to open it but his expensive perfume on top of the locker fell and broke on the ground, she covered her mouth at the sound and she took the locker key opening the locker, and her instinct was right, a fucking phone was there... She took the phone cracking her brains to remember her dad's number, as soon as she was about to start typing his name, the door handle shift and she ran with the phone into the nearest place... his wardrobe....Aurora held her breath in the wardrobe as the footsteps increase.... Vincenzo p o v As I entered my room, something felt off. The door was open, and the air was thick with tension. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the space, and that's when I saw it, the ground was sticky. Before I could react, I slipped and I landed hard on the floor, the sound of shattering glass filling the air. My palm throbbed in pain as I realized I'd fallen on my broken perfume bottle. My eyes twitched with anger as I took in the scene. It was obvious someone had broken in. But who? No gangster could pull off this level of stunt except an enemy. My gaze landed on a pink butterfly hairpin on the floor, and a smirk spread across my face. The CCTV wasn't needed; I knew exactly who it was. My wristwatch was already blinking, alerting me to a message, if my wrist watch blink this way, then it means, it just one person. "That little general's brat". Aurora stared at the bullet pendant on her necklace, it was blinking red, to her amazement... She hurriedly typed her father's number, and the phone rang. But before she could even say hello! When her father picked up, the wardrobe door swung open. The devil himself stood before her, and her eyes widened in shock. The phone slipped from her hand as he pulled her towards him. They both lost their balance, and she fell on him. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Aurora's heart skipped a beat. She tried to stand up, but he pulled her back, flipping her over. "What the fuck are you doing in my damn room?" His voice echoed through the space, making her shake. She tried to push him away, but she felt like a tiny fly against his strength. "If you try calling your dad again, I'll kill him," Vincenzo whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. He stood up, towering over her. Aurora stood up, her eyes flashing with anger as she glared at him. "Do you think my dad is some weakling you could just kill easily? With my dad, the government is always involved... He is the general." Aurora bragged with a smirk Vincenzo's eyes never left hers, he chuckled. Even the government protects his empire,a wicked smile spreading across his face. As he glared at her. Without Imperio Pecaminoso, nobody can sit on that throne to be the country's president or any political leader....Presidents, governors, and senators bow at my feet, eliminating their rivals and manipulating the people's choice is my duty...I'm richer than any government in this country.... Aurora legs tremble as she shifted backward, it obviously the truth but no she can't believe it, why did the government respect her dad then.... My dad is res.... She tried to speak but he cut her off. Your dad is respected because criminals and enemies of other countries fears him, and he doesn't mind risking his life to safe the government or country...He is only being used... Vincenzo chuckled and tears fell down her cheek. No! You are lying. Little mouse, I own you, You can't do anything... Vincenzo chuckled "You don't, Aurora yelled. I'm not your puppet, Aurora stared at the necklace and try to pull it off... Pull it off and die, Vincenzo muttered. But she drew the necklace trying to force it off... Vincenzo was fast, he pulled out his gun from his pocket, he press the trigger. Take it off and die! Aurora hand went stubbornly to her neck to pull it off, then he shot. Boom! The sound echoed

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