Playing The Mafia Bride

As she exited the set, the evening air of Los Angeles, USA, felt cooler, so she tightened her coat over herself. Claire was stunning, with long, glossy dark hair framing a face of sculpted beauty. Her deep green eyes were mesmerizing, her full lips expressive. Her flawless skin and elegantly curvy figure spelt confidence and grace. Every movement was fluid, every glance captivating. The streets were quieter than usual, with only a few people and the occasional car passing by. Claire's thoughts returned to the director's statements, trying to wrap her head around them. Just as she turned a corner, a sleek black Rolls Royce came up beside her, its shiny surface shining in the streetlights. Right on cue. The back window rolled down smoothly, revealing the same hefty man she had seen earlier on set. His shiny sunglasses reflected the light, hiding his eyes but not his intentions. "Miss Claire," he said in a deep, calm voice. "Would you mind getting in? We have something for yo

“…You’re perfect. That’s why.” Claire blushed with unexpected warmth as her eyes widened in astonishment. Her heart was pounding, and she was having trouble speaking. Finally, she managed a small, shaky smile, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her seat. "I need some time to think about it," she said as he walked back to take his seat. “Take all the time you need, though it’s limited. The event is a month away, and I’ll need your response in a week or less, so we can either begin your training or I find an alternative. I genuinely thank you for your time, please accept this little token as a sign of appreciation.” As he said this, Big John came over to the table and handed the briefcase to Claire, who received it hesitantly, half expecting a bomb to go off. “You never know.” “How do I get to you when I’ve made my decision?” Claire asked as soon as the question came to her mind. “You don’t,” Lucas replied with a sinister smirk. “That’s all for now.” He ge

"Claire," Anton whispered, his voice husky, "are you sure about this? About everything?" She could see the worry in his eyes, but also a deeper longing. "I am," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I have never been more sure about anything." That served as the final confirmation needed. Anton closed the space between them, his fingers gently brushing her cheek before pulling her into a tender, lingering kiss. Soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense as years of pent-up tension flooded out. Anton pulled away suddenly, his breath heavy and eyes locked with hers. “Ant,” Claire said in a quivering voice, unsure of what he was about to do. Slowly, Anton began taking off his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. Claire's heart pounded in her chest as she watched. As the fabric slipped away, it revealed a carved torso, every muscle defined and firm under the dim light. His skin was smooth and bronzed from the sun, and a faint trail of hair ran down his chest to the waistlin

“Ahlan (Hello).”“Ahlan (Hello).”“Very good! Let’s try the last one. Shukran (Thank you).”“Shukran (Thank you).”“Excellent! Oh my, you’re a natural.” Natalia remarked with a proud grin.Claire blushed softly at the compliment. “Thank you,” she replied contentedly.“You gotta understand, it’s not just about the words, it’s about embodying the essence of Arabian culture,” Natalia said instructively. Natalia’s lecture was interrupted the arrival of Janan, a stern looking lady with a kind smile. “Time for etiquette training, ladies,” she announced, leading them to a large ballroom. There was a flurry of activities in the beautiful adorned hall. The walls were covered with gold patterns that shimmered like a genie's treasure trove, while the chandeliers sparkled like diamonds in a Sultan's crown. The floor was polished to a shine, reflecting Claire's awestruck face like a mirror. She looked like a kid in a candy store, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur.‘How big