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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-03A 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-05A 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-07A 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-08A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty Eight
The Mysterious Letter.~LAUREN’S POV~“Step away from her.” The voice sliced through the air like it had teeth. I froze. Because I knew that voice. Alexandro. I turned toward him, my stomach twisting in a way that had nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with *him.* He stood there, his green eyes burning with something sharp and dangerous. It was the kind of look that made you feel like the earth might split open beneath your feet. Patrick’s grip on my arm loosened. Only slightly. But I felt it. The shift. Like even he wasn’t sure if he should move. Nobody spoke. Not at first. The silence between us stretched long enough to feel heavy. Long enough to make me wonder which one of them was going to snap first. And then Alexandro did. One step forward. Slow. Measured. Like he had all the time in the world to ruin someone’s life. Like he’d already decided whose. “If you ever speak to her like that again, Sullivan…” His voice was quiet. Almost kind. But there wa
Last Updated : 2025-03-11A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Forty Nine
TOO LATE FOR WHAT?~LAUREN'S POV~Sleep wasn't an option. It hadn't been for hours. I lay there in the dark, still as a corpse, staring at the ceiling with my heart beating out a frantic rhythm in my chest. The photographs were burned behind my eyelids. Every time I blinked, they were there. Patrick's hands on me. His face was too close. The twisted narrative of it all. The lies threaded so neatly between each image, so carefully crafted it made me sick. Someone was watching. Someone who wanted me afraid. And I was. But not frozen. Not helpless. I was angry. Anger was something I understood how to use. I pushed back the covers and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe I'd tossed over the chair hours ago. My skin prickled with a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. I was brittle, too sharp, and stretched thin. No matter how many explanations I tried to piece together, everything led to the same dead end. Alexandro. It was always him. Maybe thi
Last Updated : 2025-03-15A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty
Unanswered Questions~LAUREN~He exhaled. A sharp, heavy breath that somehow felt like it sucked the air out of the entire room. His eyes locked with mine, but I wasn’t sure what I saw in them. Anger? Regret? Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe something I couldn’t even name.“Get ready,” he said. Just that. Two little words, like they weren’t going to tear me apart.And then he was gone.His door shut behind him with a dull thud, and the sound lingered in my chest. I stood there, still, staring at nothing. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to move or breathe or scream, so I did none of those things. I just stood there, letting the silence crawl over me.What just happened?My hand found its way to my chest, pressing against my heartbeat. It was frantic. Messy. A sharp contrast to the man who had just walked away as none of it mattered.But it did. It mattered. I knew it. I felt it in the way his lips had moved against mine. I saw it in the way his hands had trembled when he touched me
Last Updated : 2025-03-18A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Fifty One
RUINING LAUREN~ALEXANDRO’S POV~She’s quiet. Too quiet.Lauren sits beside me like she’s a stranger in my car, her body angled away, her gaze glued to the window as if the glass can shield her from the truth. From me. As if distance, even imagined, could protect her.It won’t.I grip the steering wheel tighter, the leather biting into my palm. The need to reach over, to pull her back into my space, is a sickness I’m fighting with every breath. But if I touch her now, I won’t stop. And if I don’t stop, I’ll ruin her in ways she’ll never come back from.My jaw ticks. I’m already ruining her.The silence between us is a battlefield. A war neither of us is willing to start because we both know it’ll end in blood. Maybe hers. Mine.I exhale through my nose. Controlled. Restrained. I’ve made an art out of restraint. But not with her.Never with her.She’s taking apart me in ways I never wanted. And now I’m sitting here in the wreckage, wondering when I stopped being the one in contro
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