SOLD TO A MAFIA AT SIXTEEN
Sold To A Mafia At Sixteen - Episode 8
THEME: His slave
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The birthday party was in full swing, with people laughing and chatting as they enjoyed their drinks. Violet arrived at the party with her assigned guard, who was dressed casually. She was dressed simply in a short flower gown, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and she was holding a small shopping bag containing a present.
As she entered the party, Violet's eyes widened in amazement. "This is what a birthday party looks like," she said to herself, her expression fascinated.
Just then, Mabel caught sight of her and rushed over, her expression excited. "Violet!" she called out, hugging her tightly. "I'm happy you made it," she said, beaming.
Violet smiled, her expression happy. "Yeah," she said, as they pulled away from each other.
Mabel's expression turned eager, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come, let me introduce you to my family," she said, dragging Violet over to where her family was standing.
As they approached, Mr. Mark's expression turned curious, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You are Shawn's daughter?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise.
Violet's expression turned hesitant, her eyes avoiding Mr. Mark's gaze. She paused for a moment before responding.
Mr. Mark's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I never knew he had a child," he said, his voice laced with surprise. Mabel's expression turned reassuring, her eyes sparkling with support. "But, anyway, you are welcome," Mr. Mark said, smiling.
Violet's expression turned grateful, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thank you, sir," she said, smiling.
Just then, a male voice interrupted them from behind, his tone smooth and charming. "Who's this damsel?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Violet.
Violet turned to face him, her expression calm. Mabel's expression turned proud, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "This is Violet, my friend," she said, smiling.
The man's eyes widened in surprise, his expression intrigued. "Violet, this is my step-brother, Vincent, the celebrant," Mabel said, gesturing to him.
Vincent's expression turned charming, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling."But I will prefer you call me, V".
Violet's expression turned polite, her eyes sparkling with courtesy. "Thank you, V," she said, smiling, as she handed him the shopping bag. "This is for you."
Vincent's expression turned excited, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Wow, you got me a gift!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with enthusiasm.
Violet's expression turned hopeful, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Hope you like it?" she asked, and V nodded, his expression pleased.
V's expression turned grateful, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thank you," he smiled, as he took the gift from Violet.
The party continued, with the cake being cut and shared among the guests. Everyone was eating and merry, enjoying each other's company.
Mabel and Violet stood chatting and laughing together, their expressions happy and carefree. Meanwhile, Mr. Mark and his oldest daughter, Rachel, were engaged in a discussion, stealing glances at Violet as they talked.
Rachel's expression turned serious, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Dad, I think it's time you bring the proposal to Shawn," she said, her voice firm. "We don't need to waste anymore time."
Mr. Mark's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes sparkling with consideration. He sighed, his expression resigned. "You are right, Shawn is a good business partner and we have known each other for so long," he said, his voice laced with nostalgia. "And I think it's time for him to repay me back for my kindness."
Rachel's expression turned curious, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What kindness?" she asked, her voice laced with interest.
Mr. Mark's expression turned nostalgic, his eyes sparkling with memories. "I helped him five years ago when his father died, his father's co-business partner tried to reap him of his father's assets because he wasn't the biological son of his father," he said, his voice laced with concern.
Rachel's expression turned shocked, her eyes widening in surprise. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with incredulity.
Mr. Mark's expression turned matter-of-fact, his eyes sparkling with a hint of sadness. "Yeah, that's a story for another day," he said, his voice laced with a hint of finality.
He continued, his expression turning calculating. "So, I helped him out in the issues and his father's assets were given to him, and then he made a promise to do whatever I asked of him, and he is ready to do it," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction.
Rachel's expression turned sly, a smirk curving her lips. "And now is the time to grant your wish," she said, smiling, as she hugged her father's arm tightly.
Mr. Mark's expression turned proud, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you, Dad, you are the best," Rachel said, smiling, as Mr. Mark patted her hair, smiling.
Meanwhile, Violet was still chatting with Mabel when Mabel excused herself to get something. Violet was left alone, looking around, while her guard stepped away to answer a call.
V, the birthday boy, came over, holding two cans of juice. His expression turned friendly, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "This is for you," he said, smiling, as he handed Violet a can of juice.
Violet's expression turned grateful, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thank you," she said, smiling, as they cheered and sipped their drinks.
V's expression turned curious, his eyes sparkling with interest. "So, you attend the same school with my sister?" he asked, and Violet nodded, continuing to sip her drink.
Just then, Mabel returned, her expression apologetic. "Sorry I took long," she said, smiling.
V's expression turned polite, his eyes sparkling with courtesy. "Alright, see you around," he said, smiling, as he left.
Mabel's expression turned teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think my brother likes you," she said, grinning, and Violet scoffed, her expression amused.
Just then, the guard returned, his expression formal. "Miss. Sofia, it's time to go," he said, and Violet nodded, her expression resigned.
"Sure," she said, smiling, as she turned to Mabel. "I got to go, see you in school on Monday," she said, hugging Mabel tightly.
Mabel's expression turned sad, her eyes sparkling with disappointment. "Thank you for coming," she said, smiling, as they pulled away from each other.
"Bye," they waved at each other, and Violet left with her guard.
Some hours later, they arrived home, and Violet was fast asleep in the car.
The guard gently shook her awake. "Miss Sofia, we are home," he said, his expression soft.
Violet murmured and slowly opened her eyes, her expression groggy. She weakly got out of the car and stumbled her way to the living room, collapsing onto the couch and immediately falling asleep.
Shawn, who was coming down the stairs, saw her and sighed, his expression exasperated. "What happened to her? Did she get drunk at the party?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
The guard's expression turned defensive, his eyes widening slightly. "No, boss, she only had soft drinks," he said, his voice firm.
Shawn's expression turned skeptical, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Then, why is she so lazy to go to her room?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Shawn sighed and moved to Violet, his expression softening. "Sofia," he called, gently tapping her shoulder, and Violet murmured, her expression still sleepy.
"Give me five minutes," Violet said in her sleep, and Shawn sighed, his expression resigned.
"You can't sleep here, you need to go to your room," Shawn said, his voice firm.
Violet's expression turned pleading, her eyes still closed. "I will, give me five more minutes, I am too tired," she murmured, and Shawn's expression turned stern, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Didn't I warn you not to go to the party?" he asked, his voice firm, and then he scooped her up in his arms and walked away to her room, Violet's expression still sleepy and relaxed.
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