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The Bellanti are American Mafia royalty, their sprawling mansion a cold monument to power and pride.
Romeo Bellanti had returned after weeks away on “family business,” lingering in the oak-panelled hallway in jeans and a plain white vest. Through the study door, he heard his father’s sneering tone—mocking Mia, their maid, for being slightly chubby.
Moments later, she walked past, arms full of stacked plates, shoulders hunched, a single tear slipping down her cheek. Romeo’s chest tightened; he’d carried a quiet crush on her since she started two years ago. He stepped forward, voice sharp and steady. “Leave her alone. She works harder than anyone here, and she doesn’t deserve your insults.”
His father only smirked, leaning back. “Soft for the help now? Especially one so… heavy and plain?”
Romeo’s jaw clenched. “She’s kind, honest, and worth ten of your cruel, empty words. Apologise—now. Or you’ll regret ever speaking to her that way.”