Chapter 29 Madam Grace
She walked towards Isabella with her long legs, slightly unnerving the young lady.
“Seems like Luci got himself a pretty little maid, didn't he?!”, Grace said as she took in Isabella's simple, yet radiant appearance.
She wasn't going to admit Isabella was pretty, especially with the fact that she was in Luciano's house.
Isabella's beauty seemed to make her feel Inferior, especially with all the plastic surgery she had had.
Yet, she wasn't going to admit it, and it automatically planted hate in her heart for Isabella.
“Uhmm welcome ma'am!”, Isabella replied, having no clue on what to say.
“What's your name?!”, Grave asked.
“Isabella!”
“hmmm yeah!”Grace said as she gave Isabella a dirty look.
She turned around taking in the rest of the details in Luciano's mansion.
“Seems like Luci changed some things!”, Grace said as she looked around.
As she came a little bit closer, Isabella noticed how fake and obnoxious the woman was.
Her breasts looked like they wanted to spill out of the very short dress that she wore.
It looked like she would be making a colossal mistake if she bent to pick up anything.
“Did you cook anything Paula?!”, Grace said as she approached one of the couches in the living room.
“Yes ma'am!”, Madam Paula answered, having given the jacket and the sunglasses to one of the men who followed her in.
“I'll have some then! Any idea when Luci would be back home?!”, Grave asked.
Her statement made Isabella wonder the closeness The Don and the lady shared for her to refer to him as “Luci!” And calling the mansion, “home!”.
Raising both her brows, Isabella followed after Mia, as they headed to fix a meal for Grace.
She was a guest afterall.
“Hey you!”, Grace ordered, her long nails pointing towards Isabella.
“Me?!”, Isabella asked as she looked between Grace and Mia.
“Yes you!”, She confirmed.
Isabella, meaning no respect to Luciano's guest, did as she was told. Thus, she approached Grace.
“Is there anything you'll like ma'am?!”, Isabella asked as she came to a halt beside the plush sofa Grace sat in.
“Yes, I'll like for you to take my shoes off!”, Grace said as she directed a haughty smirk towards Isabella.
“Alright ma'am!”, Isabella said as she bent to gently unstrap the shoes from her leg.
As she did this, Grace raised her head in an obnoxious manner.
It definitely boosted her ego.
“Call Andreas and let him know that Grace is here! We don't want Mr Rossi angry that we didn't inform him of his guest!”, Madam Paula said to Mia as she went ahead to dish out the food.
Grace had been allowed entry to the mansion without prior notice because she was a rather important person to Luciano's operation.
Under all that heavy makeup and plastic body parts, Grace remained a very important arms dealer to Luciano.
Why her preference in looks?!
One would easily discard her if they didn't know such details.
She somehow believed she had a chance to be with Luciano because she supplied him with all the ‘good good!’
Grace’s term for the weapons of mass destruction she supplied to Luciano's operation.
Luciano couldn't discard her just yet as she may be obnoxious, but she's useful.
She just didn't understand her place in Luciano's life yet.
The American Woman was nothing but an arms dealer who was treated well because of what she supplied.
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Grace walked around the house barefoot, approaching a room where she hoped she would have her way with Luciano one day.
She opened the door to the room confused as to why anybody was inhabiting the room in the first place.
“Could it be that someone was already entertaining him!?”, Grace asked herself, immediately getting upset at the thought of Luciano giving his attention to someone else.
“No way!!!”, Grace screamed from the room that Isabella inhabited in the meantime.
“Paula!”, She called as she walked back down to the living room.
“Paula!”, Grace called, Madam Paula coming out of the kitchen with a towel in her hand.
“Is there anything I can help you with?!”, Madam Paula asked, unintentionally getting the attention of both ladies in the kitchen.
“Yes, is there anyone over for Luciano?!”, Grace asked, her question already becoming clear to madam Paula.
“No, there isn't anyone for The Don!”, Madam Paula answered.
The code they seemed to speak intrigued Isabella, thus, she paid attention to the conversation they were having.
She had never heard anyone in the house speak in that manner concerning The Don.
“Then who’s in his entertainment room?!”, Grace asked, Mia already aware that Grace would cause a problem.
Isabella wondered why she never heard of this ‘entertainment room!’, unbeknownst to her that she inhabited said entertainment room.
“It's no one important!”, Madam Paula said, her mind going to Isabella who was surely listening from the kitchen.
“I said who Paula, don't be vague! Is she a model?!”, Grace pressed as she really was curious to know who Luciano was sleeping with at that moment.
“Isabella!”, Madam Paula said, causing Grace to be shocked.
Mia closed her eyes as she winced, Isabella turning to look at her.
“She’s his maid and his slut!? Seems like the bit wasn't as innocent as she looked!”, Grace snarked as she sat on the dining table to eat the meal prepared for her.
Isabella had no idea that she had been sleeping in a room where Luciano used to have his fun.
Realizing this, she shook her body as goosebumps formed on her skin.
The amount of times she had rolled around in that bed haunting her.
She honestly did wonder why Luciano had her put in the room, when there were several other rooms in the mansion.
Seeing Isabella’s clear disgust, Mia tried to say something.
“I didn't know how to tell you!”
“It's okay!”, Isabella said as she gave in to her intrusive thoughts.
‘If that has been his entertainment room, does that mean he would have his way with me?!’, Isabella thought as they went back to doing the dishes.
“So what, has he fuc her already?!”, Grace asked Madam Paula as she gulped water.
She continued, “I can't believe that pretty face has had his di in her filthy mouth!”
Hearing all the harsh words that were directed to her for something she didn't even do, or didn't know was going on, tears welled in her eyes.
“Yes, she has been in the room! But not once has whatever you're thinking about happened!”, Madam Paula said.
If only she knew that Isabella didn't even know what the room was used for.
“Whatever you say!
It's only a matter of time before that bit has his di in her mouth!”, Grace said so bluntly.
Intending to continue, Madam Paula’s phone suddenly rang, Luciano placing a direct call to her phone.