Chapter 130 Caught In A Trap Of Pride

• Following breakfast, Roxanne rose and went with Proserpina, who led her to a different part of the large house. As they walked down the long, window-lined corridor, Roxanne sighed. It was an amazing house, sprawling, unruly, with corridors leading to goodness knows where, and rooms opening out into more rooms. Catching sight of her flummoxed depression, Proserpina touched her hand lightly as she dimpled,
• “When I first came here, I thought the house was monstrous!” her eyes became dreamy, lost in the past and Roxanne watched her face curiously.
• Proserpina recalled the evening she had come to attend a party which her friends had dragged her to, never knowing that the party was hosted by Lucien Delano himself. He was the very same man she had already spent a torrid night with a stranger, never knowing that the man was the infamous Mafia Don. Her first impression of the house which was now hr beloved safe place, had been, what a disgusting place. Like a dinosaur reclining languidly, its limbs outspread all over the place. Since that fateful night, when she had fallen under the Mafia Don’s spell and become his mistress, at the age of eighteen, she had grown and how!