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29. A dream
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2025-02-28 23:38:28
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 30. Never let her go
Pedro’s POV I knew before Derrick even walked into the room. I felt it, the subtle shift in the air, the crackle of tension that hinted at the storm already gathering outside these walls. I had anticipated every move, every scandal, every desperate whisper in the corridors of power. And now, with the news of Aelia’s humiliation splashed across every media outlet, the world was beginning to understand the narrative I had so carefully crafted. Derrick entered my office with his usual measured pace, his face a mask of controlled disapproval. I didn’t need him to tell me what was happening; I already knew. Still, I held his gaze as I slowly lifted my whiskey glass. “Tell me,” I murmured, the words soft yet laced with an unyielding authority. Derrick’s jaw tightened before he replied, “It’s everywhere. Your name, Aelia’s name—the scandal has exploded beyond control.” His voice was steady, but I could sense the strain beneath it. It was as if he, too, understood that some fires, once i
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 31. I won’t be a pawn
Aelia’s POVI couldn’t stand it any longer.Every rumor, every whispered headline, every bitter reminder of who I was forced to be—it all echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat. I had been humiliated, exploited, and manipulated. And now, as I stared out the rain-streaked window of my apartment, I realized something: I was done being Pedro’s plaything.I had spent months trying to erase his shadow from my life, fighting every day to reclaim the person I once was. Yet every time I took a step forward, his presence, his calculated cruelty, pulled me back. I had tried to stand up. I had screamed. I had even nearly collapsed under the weight of his revelations. But now, amid the cold drizzle of a desolate night, I made a decision: I would escape this cage.I pulled my phone from my pocket, staring at its screen as if willing the words to appear. My trembling fingers typed a message to Mike, the one person who had truly cared for me through all this madness. “I’m leaving. I can’t stan
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 32. Drugged
Third-Person POV The city was silent under the cloak of midnight, save for the occasional rumble of distant thunder. Aelia had barely stepped outside with a plan to escape, find someplace else, anywhere was better than here… she knew by morning her apartment would be swamped with reporters but she only took a step out when a shadowed figure closed in on her. A strong hand clamped over her mouth before she could scream, the sharp sting of a needle piercing her skin as she thrashed against them. Everything blurred. Her vision, her thoughts, her body. All melting away into nothing. The last thing she saw before the darkness swallowed her whole was the faint glow of a cigarette ember… and the chilling smile of a woman watching from the waiting car. — Pedro stood in front of Valeria’s bedroom door, his jaw locked so tightly it ached. The message she’d sent had been simple: (“Come to my room. I have a present for you.”) Something about it felt wrong. He pushed open the door and fr
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-28MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 33. A damning photo!
Aelia’s POVA sharp, splitting pain throbbed through my skull, dragging me out of unconsciousness. The moment my eyes fluttered open, I regretted it.The dim light of my apartment stung, my head pounded like it had been caught between steel plates, and a sickening nausea churned in my stomach. Every limb felt sluggish, as if weighed down by something heavy and inescapable.I groaned, barely able to move, when a familiar voice broke through the haze.“Aelia?”I turned slightly, wincing at the movement. Darla.She was perched on the edge of my couch, worry lining her face, her dark curls slightly disheveled like she hadn’t slept. She leaned forward, eyes scanning me cautiously before she sighed in relief. “Thank God, you’re awake.”“What…?” My throat was raw, my voice hoarse, as if I had swallowed gravel.She hurried to my side, helping me sit up despite my protests. My body ached all over, my skin clammy with a faint layer of sweat. “Easy, you’ve been out cold for a while.”But I wasn’
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 34. Worst of Evil
Pedro’s POVThe delicate aroma of black tea curled into the air, a rich blend of bergamot and spice, filling the vast yet silent expanse of my estate’s dining hall. It was a rare morning of peace, the kind that was neither earned nor deserved, just fleeting, like the illusion of control.I scrolled through my tablet, scanning financial reports and the latest trade movements. A distraction. A necessary one.Then, just as expected, she arrived.The click of heels. The slow, deliberate steps of a woman who knew how to command attention.I didn’t look up as Valeria sat across from me, draping herself into the chair with the kind of ease that made my fingers tighten around the ceramic cup in my hand.A beat of silence.Then, her voice laced with artificial sympathy, yet sharpened like a dagger.“Poor Aelia,” she mused, pouring herself a cup of tea she had no intention of drinking. “She must be going through so much with all the headlines… while you’re here, sipping tea, without a care in
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-03MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 35. Wrong answer
Third-Person POVPedro Montonio was not a man who second-guessed his decisions.Yet as he sat in the back of his sleek black car, watching the city lights blur past, a strange tightness coiled in his chest. Aelia. The woman who had turned his world upside down in the span of days.The scandal had already spread like wildfire, her reputation dragged through the mud because of him.And now, her life was in danger.Derrick’s earlier report echoed in his mind.“The threats aren’t just online anymore. There have been people asking about her—dangerous people. And there’s a possibility someone sold information about her routine. She’s vulnerable, boss.”Pedro didn’t like that word. Vulnerable. Not when it was attached to her.So he took action. More guards. More surveillance. More control.But control wasn’t enough. He needed to see her.And when he finally did, he knew he had made a mistake.—Aelia stormed down the quiet street, her coat wrapped tightly around her, her face partially hidde
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 36. Sex appeal
Third-Person POVAelia’s fingers trembled as she stared at her phone screen. Jamie’s name flashed persistently, and she hesitated, unsure if she was even ready for this conversation, especially with Pedro looming over her like a haunted house.But before she could talk herself out of it, she pressed accept and lifted the phone to her ear.“Jamie?” Her voice was soft, uncertain.His response was anything but gentle.“Aelia, where have you been?!” His voice erupted through the speaker, sharp with frustration. “I’ve been calling you all day! Why haven’t you answered? And what the hell is going on with this scandal?!”Aelia winced at the desperation laced in his tone, she had wanted him to call so badly, even though she lied to herself that she was done with him, she secretly waited for his call but nothing came, now he suddenly calls because of the news. Her grip tightened around the phone. “Jamie, I—I can explain—”But she never got the chance.Before she could finish, a firm hand re
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-06MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 37. Taste of her innocence
Pedro’s POVAelia scrambled off me like she had touched fire, pressing herself against the farthest corner of the seat. Her breath was unsteady, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements. Even in the dim glow of the car’s interior, her flushed cheeks and wide amber eyes made her look almost ethereal…untouchable.And yet, I had touched her.I clenched my fists, pressing them against my thighs, willing myself to stay in control. The ghost of last night’s kiss lingered on my lips, a reminder of how soft she had felt against me. I had convinced myself it was nothing, a moment stolen under the influence of whatever drug had been forced into her system.But I was lying to myself. Because even now, her vanilla scent mixed with something floral filled the space between us and the memory of her pliant lips burned into my mind, I was fighting the urge to grab her, to see if she would melt against me again.Her small frame was curled in on itself, as if she was trying to disappea
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-07
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 95. Getting rid of Aelia
The blue and red lights of police cars painted the hospital walls in frantic pulses. Officers moved in clusters, speaking in clipped tones into radios, while reporters hovered just beyond the line of sight, hungry for the next tragedy to feed on.Darcy pushed through them all, heart in her throat, hair clinging to her cheeks from the wind. Her shoes slapped hard against the concrete, breath ragged as her eyes scanned for a familiar face. Then she saw Pedro, standing like a wall of stone by the hospital entrance, surrounded by his men.Without thinking, she lunged.“You bastard!” she screamed, her fists slamming against his chest. “How could you let this happen?! How could you lose her?!”Pedro barely flinched. His eyes were dead and distant.Adrian appeared out of nowhere and caught Darcy from behind, dragging her back just enough to stop her flailing.“Darcy,” he whispered tightly, trying to calm her, but she kept fighting him.“She’s missing because of you!” Darcy’s voice cracked. “
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 94. Beg for death
Pedro stood motionless, his hands tucked behind his back as he stared at Valeria like she was a puzzle missing only one piece, one very damning piece!His sharp eyes slid from her face to the bag in her hands, then back up again.“I’ll ask only once,” his voice was calm, but laced with steel, “why the hell are you here?”Valeria held her chin high, calm on the outside, but her knuckles turned white as she gripped the handle of the tote bag. “I brought you some essentials. You haven’t been home in weeks. Thought you could use food, clothes. Maybe a razor.”She extended the bag slightly in his direction like evidence, but Pedro didn’t move.“Convenient,” he murmured. “The one day you visit the hospital, she disappears.”Valeria’s jaw tightened. “Are you accusing me?”Pedro didn’t answer. He stepped in closer. Too close. His breath mingled with hers, his voice dipped into a dangerous whisper. “You think I’m stupid?”“I didn’t even go near her room,” she said defensively, expression smoo
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 93. Wakey wakey
One Hour EarlierIt was warm here, too warm.Aelia stood barefoot in a sun-drenched field, the sky a rich shade of rose gold, the air thick with the scent of lavender and memories. The children from the orphanage were playing in the distance, their laughter soft and echoing, like it came from behind a veil. And beside her, Daisy stood. Whole. Smiling.“You could stay,” Daisy said, her voice feather-light, as if it didn’t belong to a body at all. “You and I… we could watch over them together.”Her fingers were laced with Aelia’s, the grip gentle but firm. Aelia looked down at their joined hands, felt the warmth, the strange comfort of it all.But something tugged.Not her hand, but her soul.“I can’t,” Aelia murmured, her voice uncertain, hollow. “I promised Penelope. I can’t leave her… I can’t leave them.”Daisy’s smile didn’t fade. “Then go,” she said softly. “I’ll take care of things here. You still have something to finish.”Aelia hesitated, but nodded and just like that, the golde
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 92. Someone took her
Pedro hadn’t slept.He sat in the dim hospital room, his elbows propped on his knees, shoulders weighed down by exhaustion and a torment he refused to name. His phone was in his hand, the screen glowing faintly as he scrolled through the collection of photos and videos his shadows had gathered, moments he hadn’t been a part of, moments when Aelia had smiled without knowing he was watching.Aelia sipping coffee by the window of the villa, her eyes reflecting sunlight.Aelia pacing while on the phone, probably with Darcy, her brows furrowed.Aelia sitting on the beach, hugging her knees, completely unaware of the drone that captured her.He hated himself for them now. Hated that he’d needed control so desperately, he resorted to surveillance. And yet he couldn’t stop watching her. Because she wasn’t smiling anymore. She wasn’t pacing or sitting or drinking coffee.She was motionless, and he was losing his mind.A quiet knock on the door pulled him back. A nurse stepped in politely, sa
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 91. She’s mine now
Darcy sat on the edge of the bathroom counter, hissing softly as Adrian dabbed disinfectant on the cut across her forearm. Blood had already been cleaned off, but the skin was torn and angry, a painful reminder of Sola’s outburst.“You’d think I got slashed in a knife fight,” she muttered, wincing. “Didn’t know betrayal came in crystal form.”Adrian didn’t laugh. His brows were furrowed, jaw tight. He’d been quiet ever since Sola left, and that silence was beginning to hum with tension.“I’m fine, you know,” Darcy added, watching him through the mirror. “I’ve taken worse.”“That’s not the point.”Adrian’s voice was low, sharp. He met her eyes through the reflection, and she saw it the, the fury still simmering behind his calm exterior.“She could’ve hit your face. Or your head.”“But she didn’t.”“I should’ve thrown her out the second she showed up.” His voice cracked with restraint, like he was still trying to rein it in. “I knew she was spiraling.”Darcy tilted her head, still watch
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 90. One-sided love
Adrian hadn’t slept.Not really, anyway. The past month had been a cycle of long nights and longer days, of watching Pedro lose his mind by inches and keeping the pieces of their crumbling world from collapsing entirely.But tonight, for once, the storm had settled.At least, it seemed that way.Darcy was sitting across from him in his apartment, barefoot, legs tucked beneath her, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from her fingers. She had been talking about something, Aelia, Pedro, maybe the last time she had gotten a decent night’s sleep but her words had faded into the background, a low hum against the quiet crackle of the fireplace.Adrian wasn’t listening. Not because he didn’t care. But because he was too busy watching her.She was tired. She would never admit it, but he could see it in the slight droop of her shoulders, the way her usual sharp edges had softened just enough to let him see the exhaustion beneath.“You’re staring.”Adrian smirked. “I was admiring.”Darcy sno
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 89. Hope
One Month LaterThe world outside carried on as if nothing had changed. Stocks rose and fell, wars were waged in boardrooms and back alleys, and people continued to wake up, go about their lives, and go to sleep.But Pedro’s world hadn’t moved in a month.Aelia was still unconscious.She lay in that same pristine hospital bed, her body too still, her face far too pale. The machines surrounding her had become a familiar sight, the beeping of her heart monitor a sound Pedro had memorized. He hated it. That thin, fragile line on the screen was the only sign she was still here, yet it was never enough. It mocked him.Every day was the same. He’d sit by her bedside, watching, waiting, barely speaking. Some nights, he’d stay so late that Derrick had to pull him away, reminding him he still had an empire to run. Some mornings, he’d wake up with his head resting beside her arm, exhaustion having stolen away his consciousness for only a few fleeting hours.And then there were the days like tod
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 88. Her boyfriend
Louisa’s words haunted him.“I have a boyfriend now.”She’d said it so easily, so carelessly, as if it didn’t mean anything, as if he didn’t mean anything. But Derrick knew better. He felt better. That night they spent together wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just two people falling into old habits.It meant something.He saw it in the way her fingers trembled when she touched him, the way her breath hitched when he whispered her name.And now she was telling him she’d moved on? That she was settling down?Bullshit.But it wasn’t until later that day, when he saw it with his own eyes, that the words really started to sink in.He hadn’t been looking for her. Not intentionally, at least. But as he stepped out of the hospital, irritation already simmering beneath his skin, he caught a glimpse of her.Louisa.Standing by a sleek black car, dressed sharply in one of her tailored outfits that hugged her body just enough to be professional but tempting.And she wasn’t alone.A man, tall, broad-shou
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 87. She didn’t break
Darcy Never Liked Hospitals.They smelled like loneliness and disinfectant, like whispered prayers and silent cries. They were places of endings and beginnings, of cold white lights and walls that had absorbed too many last goodbyes.But she was here.Standing beside Aelia’s bed, her fingers curled tightly around the metal railing as if her grip alone could anchor her friend to this world.Aelia looked small against the stark white sheets, too pale, too still. The rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her vitals felt both comforting and unbearable, a cruel reminder that she was alive but not awake.Darcy’s throat tightened as she studied the bruises peeking out from beneath the hospital gown, the quiet evidence of the violence Aelia had endured. It was wrong. Aelia had always been the strong one, fierce and stubborn, the kind of person who could stare down danger without flinching.Now, she looked defenseless.“She looks better than yesterday,” a voice murmured from behind her.
