Indestructible: Dark Mafia Revenge by Namdhari Charlene

Author:Namdhari, Charlene [Namdhari, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Charlene Namdhari
Published: 2021-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

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G ianna (18 years)

Another restless night had me looking like a zombie. Staring at my face in the mirror, I ran the pads of my forefingers along the circles under my eyes and sighed. With no toiletries and clothing, I was seriously starting to shrivel up. Shaking my head, I glanced away at the knock on my bedroom door.

While part of me hoped it wasn’t Salvatore after yesterday’s bizarre day with him, I accepted that I had no choice in the matter of whether I wanted to see him or not. I crossed the room on a slow drag of feet then perked up when I opened the door to Rosana’s smiling face.

“Morning, signora .” She didn’t enter when I stood back to allow her into the room. “Did you sleep well?” When I shook my head, she held out a hand. “Come, I have the perfect thing for you.”

Frowning, I followed her down the hallways until we reached the back end of the property. She opened a door and I gasped at the large pool that sat half indoors and half outdoors. The half on the outside ended on a wall that dropped off a cliff. From the right angle and distance, it almost appeared like the water merged with that of the sea on the horizon behind the pool.

“Oh, my God, Rosana, this place is beautiful.” I glanced around admiring the blue and gold décor of marble tile, loungers, and towels.

She gestured to a room to our right and I followed her. When she opened the door, the scent of sweet incense sticks filled my nostrils, immediately reminding me of Bhavna’s Friday prayer ritual. Entering the room, I surveyed the warm ambiance of the spa with its soft music and pastel shade décor.

“This is Olivia, signora . She’s going to pamper you with a full body massage and facial,” Rosana introduced the petite woman standing to her left.

“Why the treat, Rosana.” I fingered the little quartz stones on a shelf.

“It’s your wedding day, signora and no matter what a bride as pretty as you, deserves to be pampered,” her rapid Italian had me glancing at her with a hesitant smile, not wanting to be reminded that I was to marry the devil.

“Thank you.” I sighed.

“I will come back to fetch you in an hour and a half, okay.”

“Rosana?” I stopped her before she could leave and she looked at me. “Would you please be my maid of honor?”

Her eyes widened before they watered, bringing tears to mine as well. “Of course, signora . It will be my honor.” She palmed my cheek softly.

“Thank you,” I replied, stepping toward Olivia who held out a robe and pointed to a screen in the corner of the room.

Taking the robe, I smiled. “I might as well make the most of it,” I mumbled to myself.

Two hours later, relaxed and drowsy, I stood outside the walk-in closet in my room, mouth agape. While my mother had made sure that Harsh received more

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