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Beneath The Manor's Veil

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love-triangle
reincarnation/transmigration
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mafia
single mother
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Mr. Rossi leans in slowly and murmurs in a smooth velvety voice, "You know, it's almost unfair how effortlessly stunning you are. Makes it hard to focus on anything else." His hand grazes my cheek and then settles at the side of my neck, and he leans in closer."Is this okay?" I nod-barely.Then he kisses me.Slow at first, like he's waiting for me to pull away. But I don't. I lean in, and my eyes flutter shut. The kiss is warm. Intentional. Everything else disappears, the party, the noise, even the cold tile beneath my heels.Then it deepens.The feeling, the gentle press of his mouth, the subtle shift as his hand brushes my cheek and curls behind my neck, anchoring me to him. It's not just lips meeting. It's an unraveling. The taste of breath, the softness of his mouth, the way time distorts and slows. The world doesn’t vanish. It just stops mattering.My skin hums where he's touching me. My stomach tightens in that half-nervous, half-electric way, like standing too close to lightning. There's warmth, closeness, the flicker of something dangerous in how badly you don’t want it to end.It’s tenderness mixed with heat. Hesitation edged with hunger.His hand slides to the small of my back and pulls me flush to his chest.The kiss turns urgent, deeper, like a question both of us already know the answer to. Tongues meet, tentative, then bolder. There’s heat and pressure, a rhythm that builds with every breathless second. It’s not just physical. It’s full of all the things we haven’t said to each other yet.My body arches into him, wanting more, not just of the kiss, but of him. His scent, his warmth, the way he makes everything else fade to static. When I finally pull back, lips swollen, breathing hard, there’s a look in his eyes that makes my knees go weak.Like he wants to ruin me gently, completely.And maybe I'd let him

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1: The Job
Present The mansion is nothing like I expected it to be. It is too quiet, the quiet that makes you feel as if you're being watched, even when you know you are not-yet. I shift from one foot to the other on the polished, marble floor beneath my feet. Everything around me gleams, from the chandelier hanging above my head, the cold gold frame of the family portrait on the wall, Mr. Rossi, Mrs. Rossi and Lily. All three smiling like they mean it. But smiles can lie. I've learned that the hard way. footsteps echo down the hallway, before I see him, Mr. Rossi. Dressed in a black button-up shirt and black slacks. His intoxicating cologne reaches my nostrils, and memories flood back to the front of my mind, but I force them back. He stares at me a moment more than appropriate before he looks away and puts his hands in his pockets. "You're Vera." He says in a cool, firm tone. I nod. "Yes, sir." He glances at my worn-out clothes and backpack before he gestures for me to follow him. I do. We walk past a dozen closed doors. The house is grand but lifeless. He leads me to what I guess is a study, and he gestures for me to sit. "You'll watch Lily after school till nine. Keep her away from the west wing, and don't let her go in the garden alone. My wife will give you her schedule in the afternoon. My child is very important to me, and I must know what she does and how she feels at all times." I nod and swallow the lump in my throat before I offer him a small smile. "Any questions?" He asks, and I shake my head, standing up. "Good, than you may leave." He nods toward the door. I give him another smile, turn and walk to the door, but stop when he calls out my name. "You remind me of someone." I don't turn around to look at those merciless eyes. Those same eyes that haunt my every dream. I open the door, walk out, and leave him guessing if I remember anything about that night. I don't want him to figure out why I am actually here, though he probably already figured it out, but I'll just be the naive little girl everyone expects me to be.

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