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51. Blackmail
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2025-03-20 20:45:34
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MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 52. A masterpiece of ruin
Valeria’s POVThe screen of my phone cast a soft glow against my face as I read over the message I’d just sent to Aelia. A slow smile curled my lips. Perfect. The little orphan must be trembling now. But then I looked up and my smile vanished. The sound of silverware scraping against ceramic filled the vast dining hall, each stroke of my father’s knife against his plate cutting through the silence like a scalpel. I didn’t want to be here.The long mahogany table stretched between us, polished to perfection, reflecting the golden glow of the chandelier overhead. I kept my posture straight, shoulders squared, hands delicately placed in my lap but beneath the table, my fingers twisted together, cold with sweat.Across from me, my mother sat with effortless grace, her back straight as she raised a teacup to her lips, the floral porcelain barely making a sound as she set it back onto its saucer, unnerving me in the process.Not a single expression flickered across her face. She didn’t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-21MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 53. I was invisible
Valeria’s POVThe plan had to be perfect. I had waited too long for a moment like this, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.I sat in the dim glow of my private lounge, watching the message bubble on my phone. The final text to Aelia was ready to send. All I had to do was press one button, and the night would unfold exactly as I had planned.But first, I had to light the match.Pedro was unpredictable, a beast barely restrained behind an expensive suit and cold, aristocratic manners. But I knew his weaknesses. His triggers. He had spent years trying to master them, but his monster was always lurking beneath the surface, waiting for a reason to shatter through his control.And I would give him that reason tonight.I stood, smoothing out my wine-red silk dress before grabbing my coat. My driver was already waiting downstairs. The ride to Pedro’s private office was smooth, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. As the car rolled to a stop in front of the tower
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-22MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 54.. Deranged
Aelia’s POVThe message arrived like a bolt from the blue, shattering the fragile peace I’d managed to cobble together. Valeria’s name flashed on my screen, her words terse and laden with urgency: “Come to the mansion immediately. You have five minutes before I leak the rest photos.”My heart lurched, a maelstrom of anxiety and dread swirling within me. What more photos does she have on me? Despite everything, the thought of repeating the entire fiasco of distress propelled me into action. Grabbing my coat, I dashed out, the cool evening air biting at my skin as I hailed a cab to the mansion.The journey was a blur, my mind racing with possibilities, each more harrowing than the last. Upon arrival, the mansion loomed ominously, its grandeur overshadowed by an unsettling silence. The butler met me at the door, his expression a mask of professionalism, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.“Miss Aelia,” he greeted, his voice steady. “Please, follow me.”We navigated the labyrint
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-23MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 55. My Nightmare
Aelia’s POVThe world drifted back to me in fragments, a distant beep, the sterile scent of antiseptic, the gentle hum of fluorescent lights. My eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible anchors, but I managed to open them, squinting against the harsh brightness.The ceiling above was an expanse of cold white, interrupted only by the seams of ceiling tiles. Turning my head slightly, I winced at the stiffness in my neck. Beside me stood a woman in a crisp uniform, her back turned as she adjusted an IV drip.“You’re awake,” she observed, her voice soft and melodic. She turned to face me, revealing kind eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. “How are you feeling?”I blinked, trying to process her question. My throat felt parched, and when I attempted to speak, only a raspy whisper emerged. “Where… am I?”“St. Augustine’s Hospital,” she replied, offering a reassuring smile. “You were brought in last night.”Fragments of memory began to surface—the confrontation, the shattered glass, t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 56. A wild goose
Aelia’s POVThe air in the room shifted like a storm was about to roll in.And then, it did.Pedro Montonio entered, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the space like some black-hole version of a person. My spine went rigid, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed, Valeria, for all her arrogance, straightened slightly, like a cat sensing a predator had just walked in.Oh, this should be fun.Instead of retreating like a normal person with survival instincts, Valeria went for a theatrical exit, reaching out and trailing her fingers along my cheek.“I hope you’re enjoying my hospitality,” she purred, because of course, she had to be insufferable until the very last second.I recoiled so fast you’d think she had leprosy.Pedro saw it. His expression didn’t change, but his jaw clenched, a small, silent promise of consequences.“Leave,” he said. Just one word, cool and final.Valeria smirked, lingering just long enough to make sure she was being insufferable at maximum capacity. “So prot
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-25MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 57. Who took Aelia?
The night air was thick with anticipation.Inside Aelia’s apartment, the scent of citrus-scented lotion and perfume clung to the air as she stood in front of her mirror, lining her lips with a deep shade of red. Darcy, perched on the edge of Aelia’s bed, was still struggling to comprehend what was happening.“You do realize this is the Twilight Zone, right?” Darcy said, watching Aelia apply her lipstick with unnerving precision. “I mean, I’m actually convinced I’ve fallen into some alternate reality where you, Aelia freaking Spencer agreed to go clubbing on a Friday night. Voluntarily.”Aelia smirked at her reflection, dabbing the excess color off with a tissue. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this moment.”“Oh, I’m enjoying it, alright. I just think I deserve some answers!” Darcy threw her hands up. “For three years, I have begged you to come out with me, and each time, you hit me with the ‘I don’t drink, I don’t party, I have chapel in the morning’ speech.” She narrowed her eyes
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 58. Possession
The stage lights had burned into her skin, the music had drowned out her thoughts, and the crowd’s cheers had fed something reckless inside her. She had let herself be swept up in the moment, let her body move in ways she never would have dared before.It was working. It had to be working.Until the lights went out.Now, the club was gone. The heat of bodies pressing in on her, the sticky air laced with alcohol and smoke gone.Instead, she was waking up in a moving car, the smooth hum of an engine beneath her. The scent hit her first: cigarettes, expensive cologne, something darker.Aelia didn’t need to see him to know.Pedro.Her stomach clenched as she blinked through the haze, head pounding from the alcohol still in her system.“You’re awake,” his voice came from beside her, cold and even.She turned her head, finding his sharp profile illuminated by passing streetlights. His grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw locked so tightly she thought his teeth might crack.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-27MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 59. Give me a name
Pedro slammed the door shut behind them.The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. The distant sound of crashing waves outside the estate was the only thing breaking the silence, but inside, a storm raged between them.Aelia stumbled slightly, the alcohol making the world tilt, but she caught herself on the edge of the bed, her breath coming fast. Pedro was in front of her in seconds, reaching out to steady her, but she shoved him away, rage burning through the haze of intoxication.“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voice raw with fury.Pedro clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath. “Aelia, you’re drunk.”“And whose fault is that!?” she shot back, swaying slightly but standing her ground. “You think dragging me here will change anything? You think if you keep me locked away like some kind of possession, I’ll suddenly want to be near you!?”Pedro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to maintain the last shred of his patience. “You need to rest.”Aelia l
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28
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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.
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 86. Not in this lifetime
The Spencer estate, once a symbol of untouchable power, felt like a fortress under siege. Reporters swarmed the gates, cameras flashing through the iron bars, their voices merging into an unintelligible storm. The phones inside never stopped ringing, board members demanding answers, lawyers scrambling to contain the damage, investors threatening to pull out.Regina Spencer stood in the middle of it all, perfectly composed despite the chaos. She had weathered storms before. She would weather this one, too.She adjusted the pearl necklace resting on her throat, exhaling slowly as she watched the news broadcast on the living room television.“Sola Spencer, daughter of Regina Spencer and sister to Alan Spencer, has been arrested as the prime suspect in the attempted murder of Aelia Spencer, her adopted sister. This comes after a series of threats were uncovered in the victim’s phone, allegedly sent by Sola herself. The Spencer family has yet to release an official statement.”Regina’s n
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 85. Meaningless pity
The moment Sola stepped outside, she knew something was wrong.The air felt too heavy, too watchful. The street was too quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic. Then came the sharp sound of a car door slamming.Two men in suits approached. Not just any men, law enforcement.“Sola Spencer,” the taller one said, voice clipped. “We need you to come with us for questioning.”Sola’s brows furrowed. “What?”A flash of a badge and a formal tone. “You’re a suspect in an ongoing investigation. Please come with us.”The world shifted on its axis. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, the kind of freefall sensation that came with being caught off guard. She barely had time to react before firm hands took her by the arms, guiding her toward the unmarked car.Her mind raced. Investigation? What the hell were they talking about?Then she saw them, reporters. Cameras flashing, microphones extending.(“Sola Spencer, do you have any comments about the allegations?”“Are you responsible for Aelia
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 84. Everything over me
The room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made Darcy’s skin crawl.She sat beside the bed, hands clasped together as she stared at Aelia’s face. Peaceful. Unmoving. It didn’t suit her. Aelia was never still, never silent. She filled spaces with her presence, with her sharp wit, with the reckless gleam in her eye that always warned trouble was around the corner.Darcy swallowed the lump in her throat.She hated this. Hated how pale Aelia looked under the hospital lights. Hated the slow, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, each sound reminding her that Aelia was still here but only barely.“You idiot,” she whispered, fingers tightening in her lap. “You absolute idiot.”She exhaled, pressing her palm against her forehead. “You promised, Aelia. You promised me. And now you’re just lying here—” She sucked in a shaky breath, her chest heaving. “I can’t, I don’t know how to do this without you.”The words scraped against her throat, raw and aching.“I should be angry,” she admitted,
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 83. Not good enough
Something touched her, warm, damp, seeping into her skin like a silent plea. Aelia couldn’t see it, but she felt it. A drop of something, liquid, heavy, and full of sorrow breaking through the veil of unconsciousness that held her.And then, she could hear him.At first, it was just a murmur, distant and hollow, like an echo traveling through an endless void. But the more she focused, the clearer it became.Pedro.His voice cracked and raw, whispering words between ragged breaths. She couldn’t grasp all of them, but the pain in his tone tightened something in her chest. It felt tight, suffocating. He was crying. Crying because of me? The thought alone sent a ripple through the darkness. She wasn’t angry. She should be, she knew she should be. But all she felt was… grief. A terrible, gnawing grief.And then, Penelope.Aelia’s breath…if she had any in this state, hitched. The memory of her promise came crashing down. ‘I told her I would come back. I told her I’d visit every day.’ The
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 82. Did I cross the line?
Pedro’s POVThe doctor stood stiffly behind his desk, fingers twitching against the clipboard he held. The room was too quiet, except for the ticking of the wall clock, slow, agonizing ticks that did nothing but fuel the storm building inside me.“She’s stable,” he said, voice careful, controlled, like he was stepping through a fucking minefield. “But… waking up is entirely up to her.”I stilled.“What?”The doctor swallowed. “We’ve done everything we can. The surgeries were successful. There’s no internal bleeding, and her vitals are steady, but—”“But?” My voice dropped, lethal.He hesitated. “But… at this point, we can only keep her stable and monitor her progress. We can’t force her to wake up.”A sharp, seething breath pushed through my teeth.The clipboard in his hands trembled slightly, his knuckles white. He wasn’t a fool. He knew who I was, knew what I was capable of. But that didn’t change the fact that I was hearing the same fucking words I had heard once before, words that
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 81. The world without her
The hospital air was thick with antiseptic and despair.Pedro stood at the edge of the chaos, rigid and silent, his presence a storm contained within flesh. The emergency ward was alive with urgency, doctors barking orders, nurses rushing between rooms, the rhythmic blaring of heart monitors filling the space. People moved around him, but he remained still, watching through the glass as the team of surgeons fought to keep Aelia tethered to the world.His breath was slow, deliberate, but his mind was anything but calm.Aelia.Lifeless.The moment he had seen her car—no, what was left of it, something in him had cracked. The twisted metal, the shattered windshield, the streaks of blood smeared against the crumpled hood. It looked less like an accident and more like an execution.His phone had vibrated in his hand then, a message flashing across the screen like a blade drawn across his throat.“You should’ve said goodbye when you had the chance.”The sender was unknown. Of course, they
MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break 80. Broken promises
“What if—what if…they don’t come back?” Penelope’s muffled voice invaded Aelia’s ears like a nightmare. She lifted Penelope’s face and carefully cleaned her tear-streaked face, flashing a smile she forced to reach her eyes. “Don’t say that, they’d definitely be back, Penny. Or have you forgotten how resilient Sam is or even how Annabel can’t stay a day without Mr. Bunny? that means she would wake up soon to cuddle him so you don’t have to worry. Kimberly will never let you have all the snacks so she would certainly be back for them.”Penelope giggled, “You’re right, Kimberly would definitely be back for my snacks.” Her eyes had a rare gleam as she added “I don’t mind giving them all to her, if only she returns… I wish I had given them to her without fighting.” her voice cracked and Aelia’s heart broke. Aelia held Penelope tighter, cradling her as though she could shield her from everything. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. The orphanage, the only home they had, now a crime s
