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BUSINESS AND RISK ~ALEXANDRO’S POV ~ I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers change as I listened to Antonio on the line. "Yeah, Patrick put his hands on her again, and that got him a face full of Antonio's fist. Now Lauren is being summoned to her higher-ups. Awesome," I muttered, a hint of sarcasm in my tone. "I'll handle everything, Antonio. Just do your job properly," I said, ending the call with a frustrated sigh. "Trouble in paradise," Mario remarked, leaning against the elevator wall, casually toying with a knife he'd stolen from one of his latest prey. "Antonio's doing a good job keeping her safe and keeping people like her ex at a distance," I replied, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. "Why is he still alive?" Mario asked, straightening up, his imposing height a stark reminder of the danger he could embody. "Because we don’t just kill people, you idiot," I said with a smirk, half amused by his intensity. “No,” he stated, pointing the knife at me in
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THIS IS WAR.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~“Tell me you brought a gun, Alex” I didn't answer.Because I hadn't. And that made Mario curse under his breath. “Fucking brilliant”.Before I could reply, the secretary’s desk phone buzzed, she picked up, nodded once, and then gave us the perfect professional smile.“Mr Blackwood will see you now”She stood, gesturing towards the large frosted glass door, behind her. Mario's hand stayed close to his side, probably resting near a concealed blade.I move ahead, calm on the outside, Alert underneath.The door opened automatically, revealing Julian, with dark slick hair, standing by the window, back to us, his shape painted by the overcast skyline.“Alexandro,” he called out to me as if we were friends, his voice annoyingly smooth like silk. “And Mario…still playing bodyguard or just here to count corpses.” “Depends. You handing out bodies today, Julian?” Mario snapped stepping behind me.Julian turned, his face cold, and hard to read as always. Slick gray
Last Updated : 2025-04-18A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Seventy one
MY LUCKY DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~I stood there, scrambling for a decent explanation, something that would make sense of why I had bodyguards in the office and why Antonio had Patrick pinned to the ground like a scene from an action movie.Maybe I could pretend to be sorry. I didn’t want to get fired, not after working so hard to get this job in the first place.I wasn’t even close to my dream yet. I wanted to be a world-renowned journalist, not some background extra doing cover-ups no one cared about.Vanessa said she didn’t mind, as long as she got paid. But I wasn’t like her.I wanted recognition. I wanted my name splashed across the front page, not buried in the credits.And now Patrick, again, was ruining my life without even trying.“Miss McQueen.”I looked up. Chloe stood there, arms folded, staring at me like I was a puzzle she didn’t feel like solving. Her eyes dragged over me, and suddenly the air felt too thin.“Daydreaming, are we?” she asked.“Huh? No, I was just… I’m sorry a
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BEST/WORST TUESDAY EVER ~LAUREN’S POV~The elevator dinged, and I stepped out into the hallway, the buzz of the office hitting me like a wave. People were pretending to work, but everyone was distracted, phones half down, ears perked up. It wasn’t every day Rosette and Patrick caused a whole soap opera episode in the middle of a Tuesday.Vanessa spotted me the second I rounded the corner.“There you are,” she said, grabbing her coffee and standing up. “I just saw Rosette and Patrick storm past reception looking like they’d swallowed a beehive. What the hell happened?”I dropped into the chair at her desk. “It’s a long story.”“I’ve got time,” she grinned, sipping her drink. “Spill.”I gave her the highlights, Chloe grilling me, Rosette’s dramatic attempts at sabotage, Patrick being his usual condescending self, and Chloe completely flipping the script on them both.Vanessa blinked. “So... let me get this straight. You walked in there to probably get fired, and somehow walked out wit
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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
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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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BEST/WORST TUESDAY EVER ~LAUREN’S POV~The elevator dinged, and I stepped out into the hallway, the buzz of the office hitting me like a wave. People were pretending to work, but everyone was distracted, phones half down, ears perked up. It wasn’t every day Rosette and Patrick caused a whole soap opera episode in the middle of a Tuesday.Vanessa spotted me the second I rounded the corner.“There you are,” she said, grabbing her coffee and standing up. “I just saw Rosette and Patrick storm past reception looking like they’d swallowed a beehive. What the hell happened?”I dropped into the chair at her desk. “It’s a long story.”“I’ve got time,” she grinned, sipping her drink. “Spill.”I gave her the highlights, Chloe grilling me, Rosette’s dramatic attempts at sabotage, Patrick being his usual condescending self, and Chloe completely flipping the script on them both.Vanessa blinked. “So... let me get this straight. You walked in there to probably get fired, and somehow walked out wit
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MY LUCKY DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~I stood there, scrambling for a decent explanation, something that would make sense of why I had bodyguards in the office and why Antonio had Patrick pinned to the ground like a scene from an action movie.Maybe I could pretend to be sorry. I didn’t want to get fired, not after working so hard to get this job in the first place.I wasn’t even close to my dream yet. I wanted to be a world-renowned journalist, not some background extra doing cover-ups no one cared about.Vanessa said she didn’t mind, as long as she got paid. But I wasn’t like her.I wanted recognition. I wanted my name splashed across the front page, not buried in the credits.And now Patrick, again, was ruining my life without even trying.“Miss McQueen.”I looked up. Chloe stood there, arms folded, staring at me like I was a puzzle she didn’t feel like solving. Her eyes dragged over me, and suddenly the air felt too thin.“Daydreaming, are we?” she asked.“Huh? No, I was just… I’m sorry a
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THIS IS WAR.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~“Tell me you brought a gun, Alex” I didn't answer.Because I hadn't. And that made Mario curse under his breath. “Fucking brilliant”.Before I could reply, the secretary’s desk phone buzzed, she picked up, nodded once, and then gave us the perfect professional smile.“Mr Blackwood will see you now”She stood, gesturing towards the large frosted glass door, behind her. Mario's hand stayed close to his side, probably resting near a concealed blade.I move ahead, calm on the outside, Alert underneath.The door opened automatically, revealing Julian, with dark slick hair, standing by the window, back to us, his shape painted by the overcast skyline.“Alexandro,” he called out to me as if we were friends, his voice annoyingly smooth like silk. “And Mario…still playing bodyguard or just here to count corpses.” “Depends. You handing out bodies today, Julian?” Mario snapped stepping behind me.Julian turned, his face cold, and hard to read as always. Slick gray
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Nine
BUSINESS AND RISK ~ALEXANDRO’S POV ~ I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers change as I listened to Antonio on the line. "Yeah, Patrick put his hands on her again, and that got him a face full of Antonio's fist. Now Lauren is being summoned to her higher-ups. Awesome," I muttered, a hint of sarcasm in my tone. "I'll handle everything, Antonio. Just do your job properly," I said, ending the call with a frustrated sigh. "Trouble in paradise," Mario remarked, leaning against the elevator wall, casually toying with a knife he'd stolen from one of his latest prey. "Antonio's doing a good job keeping her safe and keeping people like her ex at a distance," I replied, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. "Why is he still alive?" Mario asked, straightening up, his imposing height a stark reminder of the danger he could embody. "Because we don’t just kill people, you idiot," I said with a smirk, half amused by his intensity. “No,” he stated, pointing the knife at me in
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Eight
QUEEN BEES AND QUITE WARS~LAUREN'S POV~I watched as Rosette stood from her seat, heels clicking against the floor with sharp precision as she walked toward me. Her arms folded across her chest, eyes slicing through me like daggers.“Right,” she drawled, her tone dripping with mockery. “You said you sent a mail. Probably ended up in my trash. Do you think I’m stupid enough to read it?”Expected.“At least you admit you saw it,” I replied, holding her gaze.Rosette’s lips curled in a snarl, and for a second, I swore she growled like a feral dog. She hadn’t expected me to talk back—but I was done letting her trample over me. I had survived worse. Guns. Blood. Silence. Fear. Rosette? She was a storm I’d already weathered.“It seems you’re not getting the situation here,” she hissed. “You think growing a backbone and talking back is going to save your job?”I frowned. What was she talking about?“Oh, you poor, clueless soul,” she spat. “I just did you a favor. You don’t have to worry ab
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Seven
WELCOME BACK, MISS TRENDING ~LAUREN'S POV~I watched as the company’s security made their way toward Ethan, Antonio, and Luca. Eyes followed them—then flicked to me. The murmurs started before I could even react. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I instinctively bowed my head, heat creeping up my cheeks.Why was Ethan suddenly acting out? Why now?Antonio had finally lowered his hand from Ethan’s chest, and Luca was already deep in conversation with one of the guards, trying to smooth things over. I exhaled a shaky breath and took a step forward, weaving my way to Ethan, who stood stiffly, still glaring at Antonio like he wanted to punch something—or someone.Antonio tried to say something to me as I passed, but I shot him a sharp look.No. Not now. He might’ve been following Alexandro’s orders, but that didn’t give him the right to decide who could or couldn’t speak to me. I wasn’t some precious doll to be guarded every second.He stepped back, sensing my irritat
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Six
IF SHE DIES, I BURN~ALEXANDRO'S POV~I should have never let her leave. But three days of silence. Three nights of her body in my bed but her eyes somewhere else. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She simply shut down, and somehow, that was worse than if she’d put a bullet through my heart. So I let her go. Home. Work. Routine. Normal. As if any of this shit was normal. But I’d be damned if I let her walk away unguarded. Still—sending guards wasn’t enough. My gut twisted like something was off. So when Mario called about a body down by the docks, I knew. My father was sending a message. The sea crashed violently against the rocks as I stood at the edge of the coast, the salt biting the air. The sky was gray. Fitting. Mario stood beside me, smoke curling from his lips like he was waiting on a goddamn dinner date. His leather coat billowed in the breeze, and he didn’t even flinch as the body was hauled from the rocks.“You really didn’t have to call me for this,” I mutte
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty-Five
CRAZY FIRST DAY ~LAUREN’S POV~It still surprised me that Alexandro let me go back home. Well… it took a lot of arguing, some pleading, and a whole lot of ignoring him before he finally gave in. But of course, it came with a price. I bit my lower lip as I sat in the back seat of the sleek black car he'd sent. I wasn’t expecting a car. And definitely not this car. It screamed wealth. Power. A warning wrapped in luxury. And it came with two guards. According to Alexandro, my safety came first. He said he didn’t know when his father might make another move, and he wasn’t about to take that risk again. And honestly? After what I experienced… neither was I. Nightmares had been my new normal. And this—this was the price of being in Alexandro Lex Castello’s world. The car pulled into the parking lot of Storm Publishing. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and stepped out. So did the guards. I froze and turned around, brows furrowed. “What are you doing?” I asked, alrea
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Sixty Four
I WANT TO GO HOME~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I poured myself a glass of scotch, letting the burn of it settle deep in my chest, but it didn’t do a damn thing to silence the words echoing in my head. ‘I want to go home.’Of course, she does. Of course, she wants out of this mess—out of my world, out of my reach. And I should let her. Hell, I should be the one pushing her away. But the thought of her leaving? Of her walking away from me for good? Yeah. That shit sits heavier than any drink ever could. A voice cuts through my thoughts. “I guess we’re drinking tonight.” Mario. I don’t turn right away, just take another slow sip, staring at the fire. “I thought you left.” He steps closer, dragging out a chair across from me. “I was going to.” He flicks his cigar, watching the ashes fall into the tray. “But your father is a persistent son of a bitch, and I figured I’d stick around. Besides, I’m too damn tired to drive.” Mario scans the bar, wrinkling his nose at my drink. “Still dro
