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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter one
THE BETRAYAL~LAUREN~My chest constricted as Patrick's words struck me like a physical blow. I remained motionless, attempting to grasp the severity of what he was saying, but my mind struggled to keep up. The tears I was trying to hold back would not fall, even though every part of me urged me to release them. "You're not the right fit for me, Lauren. I need someone who can help me improve." My voice barely escaped my lips. "Fifteen days before Christmas?" He shrugged, the icy indifference in his gaze piercing deeper than any insult could. "I can't wait any longer."This had to be a nightmare. I stared at him in disbelief, my thoughts swirling like a tornado. How could he do this? After everything—after three years of shared memories, plans for the future, promises of forever. We had already talked about getting married after the holidays. I had been picturing it, imagining how beautiful it would be. And now, this. My heart splintered into a thousand jagged pieces. He cou
Last Updated : 2024-12-09A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter two
TWO-TIMINGA tempest of emotions swirled within me. What the hell was Patrick doing here? And why was Rosette calling him “babe”? Was this some sort of cruel joke? “Patrick, what are you doing here?” I demanded, struggling to mask the hurt and curiosity in my voice. Rosette shot him a look, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes flicking between us like a ticking clock. The strange glances from Lilac, Fatimah, and our other coworkers only intensified the gnawing anxiety in my gut. “Handle this,” Rosette said tersely, her tone sharp as glass. Patrick stepped toward me, his grip tightening around my arm as he yanked me away from the group. Pain shot through me, but I fought to free myself from his grasp. “Let go of me, you lying cheat!” I shouted, my palm striking his cheek with a crack that silenced the room. Gasps rippled through the air, every pair of eyes locked on us in stunned disbelief. “Are you done?” Patrick snapped, his jaw tight, the warmth I once loved in hi
Last Updated : 2024-12-09A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter three
THE NEW BOYFRIEND~LAUREN~I slipped into my sleek black dress—the one I’d worn to my best friend’s wedding. As I straightened my hair and stepped into matching silver heels, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My glasses framed my face, and though I’d never thought of myself as glamorous, tonight I felt just a little confident. Dressing up wasn’t the problem; it was the judgment that came with it. And tonight, with everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure I could stomach it. Grabbing my silver purse, I took a deep breath and left my room. The resort's hallway stretched before me, leading toward the sound of chatter in the garden. Each step felt heavier, a reminder of the betrayal I was trying so hard to ignore. Rosette and Patrick’s faces flashed in my mind, and I silently prayed I wouldn’t run into them tonight. The garden was filled with elegantly dressed guests, their polished appearances marking them as anything but ordinary. My coworkers—Lilac, Fatimah, and Malcolm
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ALEXANDRO LEX CASTELLO ~LAUREN’S POV~Rosette and Patrick turned their attention to me, their gazes sharp with surprise. I couldn’t blame them—it wasn’t every day you pointed to a man who looked like that and claimed he was yours. Now that I’d taken a proper look at him, he was clearly out of my league. “You mean him?” Rosette asked, her brows raised as if she hadn’t heard me correctly. “Yes, Rose. That’s him. My boyfriend,” I said, forcing the words out as casually as I could manage. Patrick narrowed his eyes suspiciously. I could feel his disbelief piercing through me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of questioning me, even if I was inwardly screaming at myself for the lie. I had just told my ex and his fiancée that a complete stranger—a man I’d never spoken to in my life—was my boyfriend. What was I thinking?I prayed silently that they wouldn’t ask me to talk to him. Patrick knew me too well—he knew I was terrible at lying. If the
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PLAY ALONG.~ALEXANDRO'S POV ~The call came late last night, dragging me into yet another meaningless gala. Mario's words had been clear: my presence was non-negotiable. A luxurious resort. A room full of ambitious elites. A night of clinking glasses and false laughter. It was the last place I wanted to be, but the stakes were too high to ignore. The merger hinged on this event, and if enduring a parade of shallow pleasantries was the price to pay, so be it. I'd built my empire on sacrifices far greater than this. But the resignation didn't stop the irritation from simmering. That was until I saw her. The woman from the garden. She'd caught my eye earlier, strolling amidst the manicured grass like she didn't belong. Her hazel eyes had been a storm of exhaustion and defiance, a look that lingered in my mind long after she disappeared. And now, here she was again, standing awkwardly in this sea of pretense. Her dress—pale lavender and poorly fitted—betrayed her. It slumpe
Last Updated : 2024-12-09A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter six
Chapter 6THE FIRST CONVERSATION. ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~ I had to admit it—Lauren intrigued me. It wasn't just her hasty decision to rope me into her messy situation at the gala, though that had certainly grabbed my attention. No, it was the vulnerability she tried so desperately to hide beneath her sharp words and stubborn act. She had no idea what she was doing, and yet she refused to back down. That kind of stubbornness was rare. Foolish, but rare. That was exactly why I found myself walking toward her, coffee cup in hand, as she lounged on a private corner of the resort's sun deck. She hadn't noticed me yet, too absorbed in her phone. The faint frown on her face suggested she was either plotting her next move or regretting the one she'd already made. "Still strategizing, or just basking in your latest success?" I asked, breaking the silence. Her head snapped up, her wide brown eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, she looked genuinely startled. "I wasn't—" She stoppe
Last Updated : 2024-12-16A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter seven
Chapter 7MEDIA FRENZY~ALEXANDRO’S POV~The shrill buzz of my phone dragged me from a rare moment of peace. I glanced at the screen: “Mario.” Of course. I set down my glass of whiskey and answered. "Yes?" "You're trending," Mario said, his tone far too amused for my liking. I frowned. "Trending?" "Don't play dumb, Alexandro," he chided. "The internet's practically on fire. 'Trillionaire Playboy Spotted with Mystery Woman.' Does that ring a bell?" I sighed, already regretting my decision to indulge Lauren's lie. "What's the angle?" "Multiple," Mario replied. "Some are speculating she's your secret girlfriend. Others think it's a PR stunt to distract from the merger." He chuckled. "A few even believe she's a runaway heiress." "A runaway heiress?" I repeated, pinching the bridge of my nose. "That's creative." "You know how tabloids are," Mario said. "They'll spin anything into a story. But you might want to keep an eye on this one. The more mysterious she seems, the more
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THE TEAM DINNER~LAUREN’S POV~The resort’s private dining room was breathtaking—vaulted ceilings, chandeliers sparkling like constellations, and an oak table dressed as if for royalty. But all I could feel was the pressure pulling tighter with every glance thrown my way. I took my seat near the middle, where I could feel the weight of everyone’s attention without making it obvious. Across from me, Lilac and Fatimah exchanged smirks like they had some private joke at my expense. Rosette sat at the head of the table, perfectly poised, her wine glass in hand like a queen surveying her court. Malcolm was two seats away, barely acknowledging me, but I caught him sneaking glances when no one was looking. Then there was Patrick. He was next to Rosette, of course, with that smug look on his face that made my stomach churn. I couldn’t believe I’d once been so in love with him, so blind to the man he was. The room buzzed with quiet conversation and the soft clink of silverware. The
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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty Seven
JEALOUSY ~PATRICK’S POV~A GLIMPSE IN PATRICK POV: The night carried on with laughter, music, and celebration, but I barely noticed any of it.I was seated at the high table, next to Rosette, forced to smile as we danced, as we accepted gifts, as people congratulated us. But none of it mattered.Because across the hall, wrapped in the arms of Alexandro fucking Castello, was Lauren.My fingers curled into a tight fist, the glass of whiskey in my hand trembling slightly.I never expected Lauren to move on. And not with a man like him.Lauren had always been predictable, soft, foolishly in love, a woman who would wait forever. That’s who she was. That’s who she had always been with me.Yet now, she was standing beside Castello, laughing.Smiling.Looking… untouched by our past.That realization clawed at my insides, turning the alcohol in my stomach into something bitter.She should have been miserable. Crying. She should have been broken, unable to even look at another man.Instead, s
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter forty six
A NIGHT IN RED~Lauren’s POV~The day of the engagement party arrived, and with it, Alexandro’s relentless need to control every damn thing. I should have expected it. I did expect it. But that didn’t make it any less frustrating when two maids appeared at my door, their expressions perfectly composed like they hadn’t just invaded my personal space without warning. “Mr. Castello sent us,” one of them said, her voice smooth and practiced. “We’re here to help you get ready.” I sighed. Of course, he did. They moved like clockwork, unfolding a garment bag with careful precision. And that’s when I saw it. The dress. A deep, blood-red gown. Bold. Daring. Designed to make a statement. I swallowed as my fingers brushed over the fabric. It was silky, smooth—like melted rubies dripping between my fingers. The neckline dipped just enough to tease. The bodice hugged my curves like it had been sculpted for me. And the thigh-high slit? A whisper of recklessness. “This is…” I tra
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty Five
UNMASKING ALEXANDRO ~LAUREN’S POV~A FEW HOURS BEFORE THE BALL:A few minutes after Alexandro disappeared with that mystery man, I stormed into the house, still burning from the way he spoke to me. Like he was in charge. Like he had control. Like I was just some game piece he could move around at will. I stomped down the hall, ready to slam my bedroom door shut and pretend none of this was happening. But just as my fingers curled around the doorknob, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I sighed, pulling it out without much interest. It was a message from Rosette in the office group chat: “Patrick and I are officially inviting everyone to our engagement party! Can’t wait to celebrate with you all! ”I scoffed. Seriously? Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I shook my head. I did not care about Patrick and Rosette. Not anymore. But they just had to make sure everyone was watching. It was pathetic. For fuck’s sake, they were already engaged. Why the grand announcement? Why
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty four
MARKED BY DANGER ~LAUREN’S POV~The man in the suit moved fast. Too fast. He barely touched the ground before he was at Alexandro’s side, leaning in, murmuring something low and urgent. Whatever it was, it wiped the smirk clean off his face. His jaw clenched. His grip tightened around the edge of the lounge chair, knuckles turning white. The muscles in his neck pulled taut, his sun-kissed skin stretched over something harder, something colder.I felt it before he even looked at me. That shift. Like the entire atmosphere around him had changed. The playful, arrogant man who had been teasing me just moments ago had vanished—replaced by someone else entirely. His gaze snapped to mine. Something dark flickered behind those unreadable eyes. Something sharp. Something dangerous. "I’ll explain later," he said, voice like gravel. "But for now, keep playing your part." I opened my mouth—to argue, to demand more than these cryptic half-answers, to tell him I was done preten
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty three
~A Game I Never Agreed to Play~~LAUREN’S POV~Alexandro held up his hands in surrender. The universal sign of ‘please don’t murder me.’"Alright, alright. That was a bad joke," he admitted, his voice softer now. "I just got back, okay?" I narrowed my eyes at him, searching for any hint of mischief. But for once, he looked... sincere. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, forearms were dusted with just enough dark hair to make him look like the kind of man who knew how to fix a car but would pay someone else to do it. He didn’t look like the trillionaire I had Googled. He looked normal. "Really?" He nodded, stepping back. "Get dressed and meet me at the beachside lounge. We need to talk." "Talk?""Yes. Unless you’d rather I join you in the towel-clad fashion show you’ve got going on." My mouth fell open. A sound—somewhere between a gasp and a growl—clawed its way out of my throat. His lips twitched, and then he chuckled, stepping out and pulling the door shut behi
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty Two
MORNING AFTERMATH~LAUREN’S POV~Pain. A deep, throbbing, merciless pain pounds inside my skull, making it nearly impossible to pry my eyes open. But I do—slowly, hesitantly—blinking against the soft light filtering through sheer white curtains. I stare at the ceiling above me. Cream and gold. A chandelier that probably costs more than my rent. Furniture so pristine it looks untouched like it belongs in a museum instead of a home. This isn’t my apartment. This is… “Oh, God.” My voice is barely a whisper as last night slams into me like a freight train. The bar. Rosette’s forced team night out. The drinks. The endless drinks. Ethan. His unexpected defense. And then… Alexandro.I sit up way too fast, the room tilting like I’m on a boat lost at sea. My stomach churns in protest, and I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the nausea away. Where the hell am I? I don’t even need to ask. The answer is written in every luxurious detail of this place. This has Alexandro Castello
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fourty one
OUT OF CONTROL. ~LAUREN’S POV~ ‘I can't believe that I actually slapped Patrick.’ I muttered under my breath. ‘And now, the news of the slap was everywhere.’ My phone buzzed incessantly in my bag, but I didn't bother to check it out. It was obviously the office group chat, lighting up with notifications. I didn’t need to look to know what they were saying. I could imagine it—memes, jokes, a play-by-play of my humiliation. The same colleagues who’d whispered behind my back were now finding fresh fodder in my anger. I stepped into the cafe down the street. The reporters who’d caught wind of Alexandro’s name being dragged into office gossip were outside with their cameras ready. I slipped through the side entrance, desperate for a moment to breathe. I placed an order for a cup of caramel latte, and when it arrived I took a few sips before setting it down. I should have just ignored Patrick. I should have let him drown in his own drama instead of giving him the satisfaction of a re
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fourty
THE WHISPERS ~LAUREN’S POV~ I moved through the office like a shadow, slipping past curious eyes and muffled whispers. I had mastered the art of invisibility, but today, it felt like everyone’s gaze was on me. I tightened her grip on the stack of files in my arms, focusing on the hum of the Air conditioner above. Anything to drown out the world around me. The break room door was ajar, and despite my instinct to keep walking, a familiar voice made me pause. "...still can't believe she's with Alexandro now.” Patrick’s voice was filled with disbelief. I froze. My pulse quickened as I ducked behind a corner. “Yeah, right. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d call it bullshit.” Malcolm responded, a dry chuckle following his words. “That night at the gala... I was her partner for the coverage, you know? Never thought I'd see Lauren wrapped around a man like him.” “So, you’re telling me she’s with Alexandro now?” A third voice joined in, one of the junior reporters. “Didn’t she
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Thirty Nine
CHECKMATE.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I chuckled, dragging a hand through my hair as I tossed my phone onto the desk. Stubborn little thing. She was learning—fast. I thought the press would crush her, thought she’d cave under the weight of the headlines. But no, she held her ground. A little shaken, maybe, but not broken. I underestimated her. A mistake I wouldn’t make again. “I can’t decide if you’re still just playing with her or if you’re starting to believe your bullshit.” Mario’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. He was sprawled across my couch, a glass of scotch in one hand, a cigar in the other. Casually watching. Always watching. He set his drink down, picked up a magazine, and skimmed through it like it was the morning paper. “What happened to keep her at arm’s length?” he asked, not even bothering to lift his gaze. I smirked, making my way to the bar in the corner of my office. The half-empty bottle of aged Scotch stared back at me, a gift from an old associate i
