Delivered to My Mafia Father's Bed
Language: en
When my fiancé and my best friend drugged me and forcibly dragged me into that notorious New York mob boss's penthouse suite, I finally let out a sigh of relief: "Finally home." My fiancé thought I was delirious from fear and grabbed my chin viciously: "Bitch, our company's survival depends on this deal!" "I heard Mr. Holt had a first love who died, and your face happens to look somewhat like hers." "Be a good girl and serve him well. Once we land this contract, I might be generous enough to throw you some cash!" My best friend covered her mouth with a coy laugh: "Exactly! You should be…