đ„ âThe Bottle Said 1mg⊠But the Pills Were 3mg â The Maid Exposed Who Tried to Kill the Mafia Bossâ
The label on the bottle said one milligram.
But the pills inside were three.
My fingers started shaking so badly that I almost dropped the dose onto the marble floor.
Someone inside that mansion was trying to kill Alexander Romano.
And I had less than ten minutes to decide whether I was going to save the most dangerous mafia boss in the cityâŠ
or stand there and watch him die.
The grandfather clock struck 2:00 a.m.
Thirty-one hours without sleep.
I stood beside Alexanderâs four-poster bed, gripping the medication bottle while his body trembled beneath the silk sheets as if he were freezing in the middle of August.
The man who had made powerful men lower their voices when they spoke his name now looked painfully human.
His black hair stuck to his forehead.
His lips were cracked and pale.
His breathing was uneven.
Alexander Romano was feared by an entire cityâŠ
but tonight, he looked like a man fighting a battle he couldnât win.
âMr. Romano,â I whispered, leaning closer. âCan you hear me?â
No answer.
He hadnât spoken a word in nearly four hours.
I pressed the back of my hand against his forehead and my stomach tightened.
His fever had been 103.8 degrees ten minutes ago.
Now it was climbing higher.
Too fast.
Too wrong.
âCome on,â I whispered. âYou have to fight this.â
Then I heard it.
A floorboard creaked behind me.
I turned sharply, my braid swinging over my shoulder as Marcus Hale appeared in the doorway.
Alexanderâs attorney.
His right hand.
The one man who had stood beside him for fifteen years and could destroy someoneâs life with nothing more than a calm smile.
âHow is he?â Marcus asked.
âThe fever is getting worse.â
âHow much worse?â
âOver 104.â
Marcus stepped inside and quietly closed the door.
The silence was more frightening than anger.
âDid Dr. Bennett leave instructions?â
âYes.â
âAnd you followed them?â
I hesitated.
Only for half a second.
But Marcus noticed.
His eyes immediately locked onto mine.
Cold.
Sharp.
âNina.â
âI followed them,â I said quickly.
âGood.â
He looked back at Alexander.
âGo rest. Iâll stay with him.â
âNo, sir.â
The words escaped before I could stop them.
Marcus froze.
Nobody said no to Marcus Hale.
Not politicians.
Not businessmen.
Not even armed men who knew exactly what he was capable of.
But I tightened my grip around the bottle and forced myself not to look away.
âIâm staying.â
His voice lowered.
âWhy?â
Because the pills were wrong.
Because the doctorâs instructions didnât match the medication inside that bottle.
Because someone in this mansion wanted Alexander Romano dead.
And the only person who noticedâŠ
was the servant everyone ignored.
I swallowed hard.
âBecause he needs me.â
For a moment, the room became completely silent.
Then Alexander moved.
Barely conscious, his fingers weakly wrapped around my wrist.
âNinaâŠâ
My heart stopped.
His eyes opened slightly.
The fever had clouded them, but there was still recognition.
Still trust.
Still me.
I leaned closer.
And before I could bury the words deep inside my heartâŠ
they slipped out.
âI love you,â I whispered.
Marcusâs expression changed instantly.
Alexanderâs grip tightened around my wrist.
And thenâŠ
from the hallway outside the bedroomâŠ
someone slowly turned the doorknob.
Someone had been listening.
And whoever was standing outsideâŠ
had just heard everything.
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The bottle was a warning.
The fever was a trap.
And before sunrise, the entire Romano empire would discover who had betrayed them.
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