The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

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h," it groaned incessantly, assaulting my ears. Annoyed and drowsy, I reached out my hand towards the table next to my bed in an at

ep the whole day, will you huh?". I groaned inw

couldn't experience a single night of undisturbed sleep. However, my tranquility was abruptly interrupted as she pulled open th

kly jolted upright from my comfortable bed and rushed to grab my alarm clock, anxiously scanning for the time. To my utter shock, it was 8:20, and my interv

r with an accusatory tone. Filled with urgency, I ha

sperated tone, she responded from the other side of the room, refusing to take blame for what she perceived as my laziness. I coul

rushed my teeth and took a refreshing bath. The thought of depending on Ava, as I have done

tainty. Arriving at the scene of torment, I was confronted with an image that will forever haunt me: my beloved mother lifeless, her spirit extinguished, and my father hanging onto the fragile thread of survival, his essence teetering on the precipice of existence. Upon consulting with the doctor, I discovered that my father's only chance of survival hinged on an immediate surgery. However, there was an unexpected condition - I had to provide a deposit before the operation could commence. Driven by desperation and fueled by the fact that I had access to both my parents' account

e way. Seeking solace, I decided to move in with her after completing my graduation. In order to sustain myself financially, I worked diligently as a waitress in a prestigious five-star restaurant, earning a decent income. Unfortunately, my employment came to an abrupt end when my boss shamelessly made advances towards me, and I bravely rejected his ina

t my room. My hair, which is naturally blonde, was quickly thrown up into a messy bun without any consider

ould have breakfast," Ava sa

es late already and I have to leave now." I grabb

o you...go get that job baby," s

, I looked at her in amusement and headed towards the

forty-five minutes behind schedule. Determined to rectify my tardiness, I hurriedly entered the restaurant and made my way towards the manager's office, only to be intercepted by a gra

g, ma'am", I

help you?", she asked e

n immediately flashed through her face. She was the one who direc

e here a week ago, am I right?", she sa

I am", I

pposed to be by 8:30 but you're arriving by 9:10, wh

sorry about that", I said wincing sl

'll get here soon." Just as she said that, the

she informed him that I was the woman who had visited a week ago regarding the available job position. The man glanced my way, displayin