Valerie's POV

I'm waiting inside this luxurious room that I never thought existed in his house. Everything is black, from the furniture to interior design and carpet. I'm sitting on this luxurious leather single-seater couch, wandering inside this bedroom because it seems private. Dominic sent me here after ensuring I'm dressed, and I can't stop getting nervous.

I'm wearing a red silk nightgown and robe with no underwear underneath. I intentionally don't wear underwear because I have to show him how desperate I am to be his surrogate and to get the money. After a few minutes of waiting, the door clicked and opened. Mason was exposed to me; he headed inside before shutting the door and stood before me.

“Stand up,” he commanded, and I quickly obeyed as if my life was in his palm. Well, it was. Mason has my life. “Turn around.” I turned around as he told me and was startled when he moved my hair to my right shoulder before putting the necklace on my neck.

I touch the necklace before gazing at the mirror at the side. It was a gold necklace with a small pink diamond pendant; it was gorgeous and expensive.

“That's my wedding gift for you, Valerie.” Mason removed my silk robe, causing me to gasp in surprise because I was unprepared for this.

I gulped when he stopped, and I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to see how desperate I was for the money, and I had to prove to him that I needed his money. I undress myself, exposing my naked body. After that, I turned to face him and ignored the fact I was naked.

He smirked while looking at me from head to toe before touching my chin and lifting it, causing our eyes to meet. Instantly, he reached for my lips, but I was initially hesitant. I'm moving my head away from him, but he grabs my nape and stops me from what I am doing. Mason grabbed my waist, locking me inside his arms while kissing me.

The fire within me lit up, and it was his kiss’s fault; his lips traveled down to my neck, and I became under his spell. Mason carried me, and I didn't complain about it. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he approached the bed and laid me down; he parted from me before unbuttoning his polo. Mason revealed to me his gorgeous body, making me gulp in surprise.

I rushed my fingertips on his body, and he flashed a smirk on his lips. He unbuckles his pants and unbuttoned them, but keeps his pants on. I grinned and did the job for him, so I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I widened after seeing his long and awake manhood flashing before me.

He took his belt and tied my hands before pushing me to the bed and pulling my hands above my head. He positioned himself between my legs, pointing his manhood to my wetness before pushing it inside. I grunted because of the pain, making him stop.

“You're a virgin.” That's a statement and not a question.

I glared at him, “Of course I am.”

He leaned closer and whispered, “I'll be gentle, my wife.” After reassuring me, he freed my hands from being tied.

Mason positioned himself between my legs again, pushing his manhood inside but gently. Until he successfully entered me, and I gasped because I was trying to hold my breath. I gripped the pillow before looking at him, beckoning him to continue. He starts thrusting gently, filling me up completely, and the pain begins to disappear.

I bit my lower lips and said, “Hmm~ go on~ it's fine…”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yes…”

“If you say so.” He s*ck my n*pple, and his warm tongue wrapped it crazily while thrusting within me. His massive manhood takes the pain away and replaces it with pleasure that I can't handle.

“Ohhhh~” I moaned when his movement bolted. “F*ck! You're so tight…”

“Ohhhh~ ahhhh~ yes…” I mumble.

He thrust more complex and more profound, causing me to arch my back in a sensation. I'm losing my mind because of his incredible movement that left me breathless; he thrusts faster and hits the right spot at the same time. Mason moved his body away from me and held my thigh before throbbing quicker and harder. His rough movement wasn't painful yet wild, and I don't know if I can keep my sanity.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Faster! Please!” I begged, gripping the bed sheet because of the sensation he was giving me.

His manhood is driving me crazy!

“Damn!” He held my feet together and thrust faster. I moan louder, filling this room, and I don't care if someone might hear us. “Sh*t! Ugh!~”

“Hmm~ oh, yes!” I shouted and couldn't keep my head in one position.

He put my legs above his shoulder and moved faster; his manhood was digging inside me deeper. I can't hold myself back, completely losing my sanity because of his perfect manhood that makes me insane! Oh, damnit! Why didn't they warn me about this?!

“Sh*t! Harder! I want you more!” I yelled.

“As you wish, my wife—f*ck!” He grasped my waist as he moved faster. Our bodies collided, and our skin made a sound filling our ears.

My body was covered with sweat even though this room was fully air-conditioned, wrapped with my moans and begging. His tense length pushed inside me like it was ripping me off, and I hate to admit it, but I love it! Yes! I love it!

“I'm near, Valerie.”

I gulped, “Yes! Fill me with your juices, Mason!—ohhhhh!”

“Almost there!” He gripped my waist tighter, and he thrust roughly. “Oh, yeah! This is unbelievable!—ugh~” I commented.

“Damn!” He buried his manhood inside me and filled me up with his warm juices. We both gasped for air, catching our breaths as he stared at my eyes intently. His hair was already wet because of sweat, and after a few seconds, he pulled his manhood out of me and laid down beside me.

This scene is hard to process, and I can't believe I gave myself to this monster.

“Get yourself ready,” he said.

I furrowed, “What do you mean?”

He glanced at me and replied, “You will meet my family tomorrow and be ready to be criticized by them, especially my stepmother.”

Oh, no.

Valerie's POV

I can do this.

After pulling my courage, I took a deep breath and exited the limousine that fetched me from the apartment I was staying in. I have to keep my profile low and make them believe I'm a hard-working sister of a sick girl who desperately wants to earn money for her treatment. Also, I'm a tenant who hasn't paid her rent for three months, and Mason pays it all. Gladly, the landlord of the apartment I'm staying in is my acquaintance, and he's easy to deal with.

I stood in front of this massive mansion filled with extravagant people wearing expensive gowns, screaming about how much money they could spend in casinos. Meanwhile, my attention was drawn to Mason's arm when he offered it to me. I accepted it, and we headed inside, where the banquet was happening. I was not aware he was planning to introduce me to his family on the night of his stepmother's birthday. Isn't it exciting? I can get to know the Gray family and what kind of monsters they are.

I'm wearing a tube dark blue gown that perfectly wraps my curves with crystals. My hair was tied, and the dress was paired with a blue diamond ring, earrings, necklace, and bracelet. I also have this blue purse that added to my gown's theme. I don't know why he gave me a dark blue-themed gown, but it's ridiculous. After we reached the mansion, I was surprised at how filled the place was with people. I immediately looked for a specific one and expected to meet Mason's father tonight.

I eyed Mason's father and stepmother from afar, but we halted. He removed my arm from his and faced me, “You're going to meet my family, and I'm expecting you to be on your best behavior, Valerie.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I want you to act like you're one of us. Like you came from a rich family, so that my stepmother will stop interfering with my affairs.”

I nodded, “Got it.”

He offered me his arm again, and we marched towards his family. We already caught their attention, and Mason's father smiled at me as if he welcomed me to their family.

“Who is this beautiful woman, Mason?” His father asked.

“She's Valerie, Dad.”

“Valerie. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you.”

A woman snickers, causing me to turn at her, and I bet she's Mason's stepmother. She raised her eyebrow before looking at me from head to toe, “Where club did you get this woman, Mason?”

“I beg your pardon?” I asked.

She chuckled, “So the golddigger can talk, huh? I didn't know you were built to talk like that, woman.”

I smiled broadly, holding myself back because this woman was so annoying. I'm not built to be patient, especially since my father knew I was a troublemaker since high school, but I'm doing my best to be a good daughter. Not until he died, and his death led me to this beast's place.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Gray. I think you mistook me. We didn't meet at the club, so I think you're referring to someone else.” I extend my arm and smile sweetly, “Hi, I'm Valerie Moore. Fashion designer in Paris.”

“Wow. You are a fashion designer in Paris?” Mr. Gray questioned in amazement.

I turned at him and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“She's not bad after all, darling. Mason never introduced a sophisticated woman to us, so I'm glad he introduced a prominent woman like her. Don't you think so?” Mr. Gray glanced at his wife, but she just smiled forcefully at me. I can feel her disagreement with me as Mason's wife, and I must ignore her.

She's not the one I need to focus on. I have to keep my attention on Mason and his father. I have to find evidence that will press them as suspects for killing my father.

“How can you prove that you're a fashion designer?” Mrs. Gray questioned.

How can I prove it? I don't know. It just slipped on my lips. I am a fashion designer in Paris because I want to chase a different path and refuse to be a mafia boss. I can get through this. I have a best friend who pretends to own my company. Right.

“The company I'm working for will hold a party, and it will be my company's honor to have you as VIP guests. I can call my boss to confirm it if you want,” I replied.

“No need, Valerie. Anyway, have fun. We're celebrating my stepping down as the head of this family and for Mason's achievement. He will handle our businesses, so this party is for him also.”

I bowed, “Thank you for having me, sir.”

“Don't call me sir. Call me Dad, especially since I can tell you and my son will be in a relationship longer than I expect.”

I chuckled, “Sure, Dad.”

“Actually, father. I have something to tell you.” Mason clears his throat before locking our hands and flashes our rings to them, “We are married. She is my wife.”

Mr. Gray widened and laughed afterward, “Really?! That's good news! Welcome to our family, Valerie.”

“Thank you, Father—” I paused when Mrs. Gray slapped me, causing the guests to gasp as we got their attention. “Celeste! What have you done?!”

“You marry a sl*t?!” She shouted.

I recovered from that unexpected slap and clung to Mason's arm, “Why did you slap me, Mom?”

“Don't call me that! I'm not your mother! How could you marry this woman without telling me, Mason?! How? Are you humiliating me to my Amigas?!” She yelled, catching everyone's attention.

“Relax, Celeste. There's no need to shout,” Mason tried to calm her down.

“Really? Then how could you explain it to her?” she crossed her arms.

“Who?” We asked.

“Me.” We turned behind, and as soon as I exposed myself to the person who spoke from behind, she slapped me. I already got two slaps in one night. Great.

“How could you flirt with my man?”

I furrowed, “Who are you?”

“I am Irene Watson, Mason Gray's fiance. His future wife,” she murmured.

Mason's POV

“Any progress to what I mandate you,” I stated after getting the doctor from Sean's hand.

Dominic yawned before stretching his arms and turned at me, “Nope. No news from the men I command to look for that woman. Why are you even looking for that woman?”

“She is the only heiress of Anderson's family, and everything will be bestowed on her because her father is already dead.”

“I think you need to be more concerned about the fact that the mafia community is blaming you for what happened to Mr. Anderson, which will affect your position as the next mafia lord. Your father holds a powerful position in the mafia community, and you can lose it, and you're wasting your time for someone unworthy,” Sean muttered, and he was right.

I leaned on my chair and replied, “I felt the heir would come after me.”

“We don't even know who Victor'sdaughter is, or if she is even a girl or boy.”

“Tell me about the shipment tomorrow, Sean.”

Sean took the white folder and handed it to me, “Mr. Martinez will be our client tomorrow. He will meet us tomorrow; we can head to the next location to check our gun shipments.”

“Woah! Are we going to have new babies to play with? It's been here since I replaced my gun, so I think I deserve a gift. Don't you think, Mason?” Dominic questioned.

“It depends on your performance tomorrow, Dominic. Besides, I have a meeting with Mr. Rodriguez, and I expect you to show up on my behalf as my consigliere.”

“What? But I hate going to meetings, and you know that!” Dominic complained.

“Then, no guns for you.”

“Fine! I'll do it,” he groaned.

I have to find the heir of Anderson's because I know he will come after me. Victor Anderson never publicized his child's identity, so no one knew who would take what he left. Everyone was wondering if Tyrone Anderson would take over the businesses he left, but from what I can see, it's just a temporary heir who was hiding the real heir.

“What if Tyrone Anderson will be the next Mafia boss of the Anderson family?” Dominic questioned.

I asked him, “How did you even think of that?”

“Well, apart from the fact that he is the only son we know of Victor Anderson, he is the worthy heir. Don't you think so?”

Sean chuckled sarcastically, “That arrogant? The last time we met, he was inviting me for a duel, and if it wasn't for Mason, I already ruined that arrogant’s face.”

“I don't think it's Tyrone,” I answered.

“How come?” Dominic asked.

I pour myself a brandy before standing up and approaching my windows, gazing at the beautiful lights wrapping the city above me. Half of the town was in my father's power, and if it weren't for my stepmother, I wouldn't face such ridiculous conditions before getting the mafia position.

It must be passed down on me, but my stepmother's jealousy makes it hard for me to get it.

“Anyway, Mason. I already checked the apartment Valerie occupies and bought the house you told me to. I will give her the key tomorrow so she can move into the house. Your stepmother won't find any loopholes to her identity,” Sean reminded me of the house I told him to purchase under Valerie's name.

My plans must be perfect. Celeste must not find Valerie is a hired wife and surrogate.

“Do everything you can, Sean. Upgrade her wardrobe, buy her the latest iPhone, and fill her drawer with expensive jewelry. Ensure you cover every trace of poorness on her, especially since my stepmother will do her best to find flaws in Valerie.”

I drank my brandy and added, “She's good at acting. She wants her son to be heir, not me. Celeste's evilness is hard to counter because my father believes every word that comes out from her filthy mouth.”

“Don't worry, Mason. I'll handle everything and ensure no traces are left,” Sean promised.

“I don't rely on promises, Sean. I want actions more than words,” I faced him.

He nodded in answer, so I swirled my head back to the window and drank the remaining alcohol in my glass. I have to find the heir of Anderson's and make sure he won't blame me for the death of her father.

“Hello? Yes. Are you sure? Okay, I'll tell him.” I turned to Sean when he spoke, waiting for him to tell me who was on the phone and what they talked about. “It's Alfonso.”

“What did he say?”

“Wait, he's the one I told to find information about Victor's child. He works faster than I expected,” Dominic muttered.

“Yes, he is. I told him to update me earlier than expected, and he did.”

“It better be good news.”

Sean cleared his throat, “He found the heir of Anderson.”

That information caught my attention, especially since Alfonso quickly updated me. I head to my chair and sit down before copping my hands above the table. “Tell me everything.”

“He's dead.”

I furrowed, “What?”

“That's a piece of good news,” Dominic chuckled.

“It turns out Victor's son is a drunk and troublemaker. His car crashed on the bridge handrail, and his car jumped on the river; his door was stuck, which led to his death.”

Dominic stood up, grabbed the remote, and opened the TV. The news about the incident flashed on the screen, diverting my eyes to the TV.

“A man crashed on the fence this morning, and his body was found this afternoon. The investigator says he was driving drunk and dozed off, leading to his death. The man was known to be the son of Victor Anderson, the notorious mafia boss in the city.”

I sipped my brandy and murmured, “Sean.”

He pushed his glasses and answered, “Just say the word, boss.”

“Prepare the car. We have a funeral to attend,” I stated.