The Mafia Boss’s Fiancée Called Me a Desperate Maid—Then I Took Away His Dinner, Revealing the Secret Ingredient She Hid Inside Her Purse Tonight
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Chapter 9 - Protecting My Fragile Family Home
“Why are you telling me this, Mr. Moretti? I’m just a housekeeping employee,” I reminded him softly.
“Because my housekeepers don’t usually possess Ivy League chemistry degrees and absolute nerves of steel,” Luca retorted.
My mind flashed back to my father’s mounting medical bills and my brother’s college tuition deadlines looming tomorrow morning.
“I need this job to pay for my father’s physical therapy, Mr. Moretti. I can’t afford any trouble,” I said firmly.
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“Trouble found you the second Vanessa walked into my dining room with that silver box,” Luca replied.
“I can protect your family, Emma. Every medical bill, every debt, completely erased,” he offered smoothly.
