The Despised Son-in-law Is A Mafia Boss

Chapter 43

The early morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm and inviting glow across the elegant room.

With a quiet determination, Octavia moved gracefully from one task to another, her apron tied securely around her waist.

The soft rustle of her skirts and the gentle clinking of utensils created a harmonious rhythm that accompanied her actions.

She meticulously dusted the ornate furniture, her fingers expertly navigating the delicate edges and intricate designs.

The satisfaction of watching each speck of dust disappear under her touch was a small victory in itself. The room seemed to come alive as the soft gleam of polished wood and shimmering surfaces emerged.

Next, she turned her attention to the grand fireplace, tending to the remnants of the previous evening's fire.

With practiced ease, she removed the ashes and added fresh logs, ensuring that the hearth would be ready to warm the small space once again.

The scent of wood and the flickering flames felt like a comforti