Astrella's point of view If looks could kill, Dax would be six feet under by now. Honestly, being with him was like watching paint dry. Not only was he dull, but he also had the audacity to be nosy, constantly sticking his nose into my business. Right now, we were at the bookstore, and surprise, surprise! He was complaining about my choices. I was picking up every dark romance book by my favorite authors, and he had the nerve to tell me not to buy them.“I swear, if you try to stop me one more time, I’ll smash your thick skull with this hardback,” I hissed, shooting him a glare that could curdle milk.He didn’t even flinch. His smug expression stayed firmly in place like he hadn’t heard a word. I took a deep breath, mentally counting to ten, and continued piling up my treasures. At least he wasn’t stopping me, small victories.Moving on to the Danmei section, my heart practically exploded with joy when I spotted my favorite titles. I was about to grab one when his annoying voice inte
Astrella's point of view The day has come, and for reasons beyond me, I'm fidgety and I don't know why. I took a deep sigh. It feels like this engagement is cursed as if the universe itself is bracing for some impending doom. I push the thought aside, letting my eyes wander around the venue.We're at the Martinelli Villa Banquet Hall, extravagant, and dripping with luxury. What else would you expect from the multi-billionaire Dax Donomie Martinelli? Oh, and let’s not forget his mafia ties. But hmmm, I may pretend that he’s the good kind of mafia, helping people in secret like some dark Robin Hood.I'm dressed in my pristine white gown, I find myself lurking by the side of the mini-stage, waiting for Dax. The MC is stalling, entertaining the guests while the man of the hour makes his grand, fashionably late entrance. A small, treacherous part of me hopes he won't show, that this whole charade will implode gloriously. But, of course, fate has other plans.Dax’s entourage floods the ha
Astrella's point of view We finally got to Dax's base after what seemed like a hundred years. Martinelli Solutions Security stood tall, and its sleek, modern front looked like it belonged in the city. The building's tinted windows let in a soft glow from the city lights, and a small logo gave away the force inside. Even though it wasn't flashy, it had an air of quiet power about it that sent a message to anyone who dared to question its purpose. As we walked in, the reception room was simple but well-run. A few security cameras flashed on the walls, and the furniture was sleek, useful, and definitely in style. Every element exuded efficiency, yet there was a distinct hint of something deeper and more sinister. The staff moved carefully, their outfits were clean, and their eyes were always focused on their tasks. Clearly, this wasn't a normal security company. “Wow,” I murmured, my voice laced with a mix of awe and suspicion. “So, you mean to tell me this is all above board? Really
Astrella's point of view We are now hiding out in the Martinelli private house as a temporary place to stay while the ambush's effects are still being felt. Even though the masterminds have been found, security is still tight. It always serves as a sign that my life is not normal anymore. Being associated with a Mafia Don is no longer normal for me. Every time I go outside, I feel like I'm in a live-action movie. It's so different from everyday life. It feels like surpassing the status of a celebrity, but now, fame is accompanied by bullets rather than bright lights.I chose to stay in my sister Sereia's room to find a little bit of a normal life. Sometimes, being alone can make me feel a bit abnormal. The conversation and company help to block out the risks, if only for a short time. But what bothers me the most is Mom and Dad's yelling at each other through the walls in the next room, sounding like two stubborn teens. Their fight over what happened at the engagement party hasn't di
Astrella's point of view The next morning, we gathered in the courtyard of the Martinelli villa, the morning air thick with tension. I scanned the crowd, my heart pounding. Oh, so everyone from the engagement party is here? The murmurs and whispers were almost deafening, with each word laden with suspicion."I heard we’re gathered here because there’s a traitor among us," someone whispered, and even though it was hard to hear, the sound was clear enough to break the silence."Yeah, there’s a traitor," another man murmured to his friend, but I caught every word. "I don’t get how they got access with security that tight.""Of course, it’s an inside job," his friend replied, his tone grim. "Tight security means nothing if someone inside is good at manipulation.""You’re right," the man nodded, their conversation fading into the background as I tried to keep my composure.I looked all over quickly to find my parents. We had gone down together, but they were gone now. Fear ripped at my ch
Astrella's Point of ViewDax grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the computer. After a few clicks, a video started playing on the screen, displaying footage of the man undergoing further torture. Each punch that landed on his face filled the screen with his bruised and beaten appearance. Even though he was in tremendous pain, he did not speak a single word that could have revealed that my parents were involved. His faithfulness was unsettling, and I winced, tearing my gaze away from him.My fists clenched at my sides. Why is he showing me this?As the video ended, Dax turned to me, his grip firm yet oddly gentle as he placed his hands on my shoulders. His eyes searched mine, but I forced my expression to remain neutral, despite the storm of emotions inside me."What now?" I asked, meeting his gaze with as much calm as I could muster.He leaned in slightly, his voice low and intense. "Tell me, Astrella. Do you recognize that man?"I frowned, tilting my head in confusion.
Astrella's point of view "Finally, we're home!" I shrieked, raising both hands in the air as I stepped into our mansion. My sister bumped into me, nearly causing me to stumble. I shot her a glare, but she just rushed, heading straight for the living room, where she flopped onto the couch. Bad bitch. I rolled my eyes and made my way up to my room. Even after just a day away, I missed it so much.When I got inside, I jumped on my bed and rolled around like a kid who didn't care about anything. I let out a giggle as I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through it idly. I was so completely worn out. Thankfully, Mom didn't have a fit of rage last night. I prepared a lengthy list of excuses to divert her attention, such as the loudness of the music I was playing, the fact that I was writing a book, and so on. We all burst into laughter when she finally stormed out of the room. To be honest, she deserved it.Yes, I know I might have been a bit of a rebellious daughter, but sometimes it
Astrella's point of view Isha grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd when we got to the bar. As we made our way to a VIP room, the others followed behind. Inside, a group of men were relaxing around a table that was full of empty liquor bottles. It was dark in the room; the only light came from the flashing, colorful lights that moved to the beat of the loud music. There was a buzz in the air that made me think of a wild night ahead. As soon as the men saw us, my friends erupted with excitement. Leona, who initially seemed reluctant about coming, was the first to shout, "Yeah! This is what we all want! Lezzgo party party!" She dove onto the couch, throwing her arms around a bottle of whiskey. "Yeaahh! For Buricat gals’ freedom!" Joana chimed in, snatching a bottle of her own. She downed a hefty gulp before jumping up and down like she’d just won the lottery. Isha leaned in close to me, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "So, how about it? Ready for some real fun?"
Astrella's point of view We were now walking through a peaceful national park. After exploring some trails, we came across a beautiful farm full of life, with horses grazing lazily in the fields, chickens clucking away, and ducks waddling near a small pond. Fresh hay and dirt smelled in the air, which made me feel strangely at ease. Watching a group of ducklings follow their mother, Dax's phone buzzed. I looked at him right away as he casually took the phone out of his pocket. While he read the message, his face was blank; his brow didn't pucker or lift in response. "Who's that?" I asked, tilting my head curiously. It wasn’t like I was trying to pry into his personal matters. I was just mildly intrigued. He slipped his phone back into the pocket of his leather jacket with a nonchalant shrug. “Grace.” My brows went up, and I became very interested. “What did she say?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out and ruffled my hair like I was some mischievous child. “He
Astrella's point of view After a few weeks, something in Dax changed in a way that I couldn't ignore, no matter how hard I tried. Now, the way he looked at me and the way he spoke to me was different. His voice was kinder to the environment, almost gentler, and he wasn't trying to figure out every word I said to see if it was a lie. My parents were still on the run, but my sister was safe and hidden in a place that Dax had set up. At least some of the time, it looked like he believed what I said about not being on my parent's side. Well, when I told him what happened, I could see doubt in his eyes. It was like he was on the edge of trust but not quite ready to jump. I don't blame him; if I were him, I wouldn't trust me either. For now, though, it was enough that he wasn't treating me like a threat. And honestly, the biggest relief of all? Grace. She was finally out of the picture. After that overnight visit, she hadn’t made any more excuses to come back. No more chirping about Dax
Astrella's point of view His punishment is unbearable. It’s not physical, but it’s far worse, mental torture. It feels like my very flesh is grinding itself to dust. I hate being like this, so transparent and vulnerable. My emotions are all over the place, slipping through my grasp, and he knows it. And what truth is he talking about? What does he want me to say? If I tell him what I know, there’s no guarantee of what will happen next or to whom. Dax’s intense gaze burned into me as he leaned forward. “Do you think I don’t know anything? That I’m some kind of fool?” His voice was low and controlled but sharp enough to cut through my defenses. Before I could respond, he was suddenly right in front of me. In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the table. My pulse raced as he caged me in, his hands planted firmly on either side of me. His jaw clenched, his face so close that I could feel his breath brushing against my skin. “Look me in the eyes,
Astrella's point of view The clanking of utensils was the only sound breaking the silence at the dining table. For once, no awkward chatter or drama was unfolding during the meal—a small blessing I wasn’t about to overlook. We were almost done eating, and all I could think about was retreating to my room and hoping that Dax’s so-called punishment would magically slip his mind. Wishful thinking? Probably. “Oh, Dax,” Grace suddenly chirped, breaking the peace. “I just remembered, I have something in the basement that I really need help with. Can you come with me and get it?” Dax glanced at her for a fleeting second, his expression jumbled. Then, turning to me instead of Grace, he said, “Sure, after this.” And just like that, his gaze locked on me again. “Astrella,” he said, his voice carrying a warning, “I’m telling you one last time if you’re still not in my room after this, I swear I’ll drag you out, no matter where you’re hiding.” I swallowed hard, trying not to choke on my
Astrella's point of view I helped Grandma into the backseat first, making sure she was comfortable, before striding around to the passenger seat. Like I’d let Grace sit in my spot, absolutely not. Once I settled in, I slammed the door harder than necessary. As I buckled my seatbelt, I heard Dax groan, probably annoyed at my theatrics. Oh well, not my problem. I briefly remembered that we weren't alone, that his grandma was here, and that this Grace girl was important to Dax's life. Tsk. Dax started the engine, and I shifted my focus to the window, watching the sky about to darken as the sun dipped below the horizon. The scenery was beautiful, but my mood? Not so much. In the backseat, Grandma and Grace were chatting away like old friends. But they really know each other long ago and I'm just a newbie in the house. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and my ears perked up when I heard Grandma invite Grace to her room later. I rolled my eyes, the irritation crawling under my skin like
Astrella's point of view My things finally arrived, and most importantly, my buddy—my laptop. I quickly informed my Buricat gals that I was taking a little impromptu vacation. Their response? A chorus of complaints about why I didn’t give them a heads-up. Like, seriously, bruh, this was practically a spur-of-the-moment kidnapping... but with scenic views. Honestly, considering the peaceful surroundings, I’m not too mad about it. I might even say I willingly came along. Kind of. On behalf of Dax Donomie, I apologized to them for the chaos of that fateful night. Even though it feels like it’s my fault, it’s still hard to wrap my head around how things escalated so quickly. So the morning started with a surprisingly light-hearted vibe. Grandma decided to take me on a little adventure to Shenandoah Park, leaving Dax behind at the manor. Apparently, he was busy handling his online mafia business or whatever that means back in the city. Seriously, it's good news! Grandma was absolutely
Astrella's point of view As we reached Dax’s refined black car, one of his men opened the passenger door, and Dax bluntly dumped me into the seat before slamming the door shut with a force that made the entire car shake. My frustration hit a boiling point. I ruffled my hair in exasperation, letting out a shriek like a stubborn child. My anger surged so intensely that I didn’t even notice the hot tears streaming down my face until I choked on a sob. I heard Dax get in, the door closing with a soft thud. He let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly unimpressed with my outburst, and started the engine. The low hum of the car vibrating beneath me didn’t soothe my nerves one bit. Turning to him, my glare was sharp enough to shatter a glass. "Where are we going this time, Dax? Another one of your secret hellholes filled with those brain-dead, trigger-happy minions of yours? Or maybe straight to some underground lair where you keep all your other hostages?" My voice dripped with sarcasm and v
Astrella's point of view Isha grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd when we got to the bar. As we made our way to a VIP room, the others followed behind. Inside, a group of men were relaxing around a table that was full of empty liquor bottles. It was dark in the room; the only light came from the flashing, colorful lights that moved to the beat of the loud music. There was a buzz in the air that made me think of a wild night ahead. As soon as the men saw us, my friends erupted with excitement. Leona, who initially seemed reluctant about coming, was the first to shout, "Yeah! This is what we all want! Lezzgo party party!" She dove onto the couch, throwing her arms around a bottle of whiskey. "Yeaahh! For Buricat gals’ freedom!" Joana chimed in, snatching a bottle of her own. She downed a hefty gulp before jumping up and down like she’d just won the lottery. Isha leaned in close to me, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "So, how about it? Ready for some real fun?"
Astrella's point of view "Finally, we're home!" I shrieked, raising both hands in the air as I stepped into our mansion. My sister bumped into me, nearly causing me to stumble. I shot her a glare, but she just rushed, heading straight for the living room, where she flopped onto the couch. Bad bitch. I rolled my eyes and made my way up to my room. Even after just a day away, I missed it so much.When I got inside, I jumped on my bed and rolled around like a kid who didn't care about anything. I let out a giggle as I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through it idly. I was so completely worn out. Thankfully, Mom didn't have a fit of rage last night. I prepared a lengthy list of excuses to divert her attention, such as the loudness of the music I was playing, the fact that I was writing a book, and so on. We all burst into laughter when she finally stormed out of the room. To be honest, she deserved it.Yes, I know I might have been a bit of a rebellious daughter, but sometimes it