Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts.
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Sorry for the missed updates! I've been so busy preparing for my surgery in 13 days, plus I got ill and I also have to run my business 🥹 It's crazy preparing your own business to take time off for surgery.
Thank you to everyone who checked in! I love and appreciate you all always ❤️☺️
Anyway! Here is the next update! I hope you enjoy it ❤️
Question of the Day: What's your favourite book (like a real published book, not wattpad 🥹)
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Nurse fucking Millie.
That's what I've been called. And I should be paid for it too.
I spent the whole day tending to Costa and Rocco who were both in and out of sleep.
I'd stop my work to give them their medication, give them fresh ice packs for the swelling, dab a cool cloth over their skin when they got too hot and I gave them water.
Finally, around 3pm they both seemed to be waking up, keeping consciousness long enough to assess their surroundings.
"What the fu..." Costa's strained whisper had me looking over at the bed where he was staring at his brother's sleeping figure.
"Millie?"
"Hm?" I spoke loud enough that he'd hear me. He turned his head in my direction with a frown.
"Why is he in my fucking bed?" His voice was thick with sleep and mild confusion.
"He missed you." It was Giovanni who replied, a cheeky grin on his face when Costa's head snapped in the twins' direction.
They joined me at some point during the afternoon. They just wanted to rest, letting their hangover pass while they watched TV quietly in our room.
"Millie, get them out of-" Costa spoke a lot louder and he tried to sit up - both actions causing him to cough violently.
"Calm down." I rushed over, pressing him back down with a firm hand on his shoulder. "They're not causing you any harm. And besides, you're in no shape to throw a tantrum right now."
Costa glared at me, but there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes as he sank back into the pillows.
"This is...my bed, Millie." He grumbled, taking his time to form his sentence. "Why...does he have to be in it with me?"
"Because, I'm trying to take care of you both, and it's easier if you're in the same place."
At the sound of my voice, Rocco stirred and let out a groan, his eyes fluttering open.
