Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 77

Sofia’s POV

I made my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs in a few minutes, going directly into the sitting and as expected, finding my phone on one of the couches. I picked the phone up and quickly pulled open the pouch of the phone– and indeed, my black card was in it, in the place I had kept it ever since I got my phone and the card.

“Oh, you look stunning.” A familiar voice gushed out in a loud excited voice and I glanced up from the pouch of my phone which I was currently pushing back into place, to lock eyes with Matilda who was standing in the doorway leading into the sitting room.

“Thank you, Matilda.” I replied to her as I made my way around the couch and stood a few minutes before her. We stood still before each other for a few seconds before cracking a smile at the same time.

“Can you please help me get Ethan or Ryan?” I said to her after a few seconds, slightly moving my weight from foot to foot on the low inch heels.

“Alright ma’am. Do you need something, or?” She asked after a few seconds, her eyes glancing down at my body for a fleeting second. I nodded my head immediately, smoothing my hand over the side of my hair and moving my weight from foot to foot.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes then.” She replied before spinning around and exiting the sitting room, through the doorway which she had bent standing at, moments ago.

I moved deeper into the sitting room and walked towards one of the large windows in the room to stand before it. I lifted my hands up and lightly pressed it into the soft material of the curtains, allowing the silk of the material to slide through my fingers as I pulled one part of tne curtains open to stare out the closed window.

The window was high and the lower part of it was at the length of my shoulders, when I was currently being lifted up a little with the aid of the heels I had on at the moment. I stared out the window and took in the surroundings I was currently being shown. This part of the window was most definitely not the front of the house, because I’ve never seen this part before – which is somehow understandable because I haven’t had the time to walk around the house’s compound and discover other parts of the house.

I’d probably try to go they next week… I wonder why Matilda didn’t offer to show me around the outside of the house and around the whole surrounding.

I stretched my right hand out and pressed my whole fingers against the clean surface of the window, feeling the hotness of the window press into the skin of my palm. I began to absentmindedly trace my fingers against the window, knowing it wouldn’t be right for me to pull it open, because I know just how dangerous the world I was currently living in is.

Back at home, we were not allowed to open the windows in order to protect ourselves, our household and also not to give the bad people an easy means of getting in, or targeting someone right there from the open window.

Knowing how dangerous Luca was and the kind of things and people he rolls with, he undoubtedly has a lot of enemies and I might as well be on their list of wanted people because they’d want to get to me in order to get to him.

It’s not like he’d ever be affected if I was one day kidnapped or killed by one of his enemies.

I mean… Why would he even care in the first place?

I pushed my hair away from my face and dragged in a deep breath, the flowery scent clinging unto the soft material of the curtain drifted into my nose after a few seconds and I inhaled deeply once again, only because the scent had smelled really good and I wanted to have another smell.

I faintly heard footsteps from the other side of the sitting room and instantly stepped away from the window, turning around in the particular spot that I was in– to stare up at Ethan who was standing a few feet away with his hands behind his back and his face in its usual blank expression.

I felt myself start to flush in embarrassment immediately as soon as what I had just done started to register in my head immediately. I had quickly moved away from the window to turn around because that had been something I’d do back at home, when I wasn’t married yet – because I knew I wasn’t supposed to do that, and would get scolded each time I was caught doing that… but then I had unconsciously thought I was still back at home and would get scolded, when in reality, I would never get scolded here by anybody, since I had automatically became their boss as soon as I got married to Luca, a week ago.