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A New Prison

Author: Luna
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-12-28 07:25:01

I stood at the entrance of the Levi mansion, the towering structure casting a shadow over me that seemed to swallow every ounce of light. The grandiose double doors that had once seemed to promise safety now felt like the mouth of some deep, hungry abyss, waiting to consume me whole.

As Vee led me through the grand hall, I couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between the mansion’s imposing exterior and its lavish interior. The floors were polished to a mirror finish, gleaming in the flickering light of a dozen ornate chandeliers. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and priceless works of art, but none of it made me feel safe. It all felt… wrong. Every inch of it screamed power, control, and isolation.

Vee walked ahead of me without looking back, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her silence made my pulse race. I wanted to speak, to ask questions, but what was the point? What could I say that would change anything?

The door to my new room was heavy, and the handle felt cold in my grasp. As I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. The room was vast, almost too much for one person. A massive bed dominated the center, the sheets made of silk so fine they almost seemed to shimmer in the dim light. The walls were lined with shelves, bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes that looked as though they hadn’t been touched in years.

But none of it mattered. Not the opulent furnishings or the fine rugs that covered the polished wood floors. It was a gilded cage, and I was the prisoner.

Vee stepped inside after me, her eyes scanning the room as though she were inspecting a new possession. “This will be your home now,” she said, her voice smooth but with an edge of authority that made it clear there was no room for defiance.

“What if I don’t want it?” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “What if I don’t want to stay here?”

She met my gaze evenly, her expression unreadable. “You don’t have a choice.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. I knew she was right. I had no choice. Alexander Levi had made sure of that. My father’s debt had sealed my fate.

“I’m not a prisoner,” I muttered under my breath, though even I didn’t believe it.

“Think of it however you like,” Vee said with a shrug. “But this is your life now. You’ll learn the rules soon enough.”

I wanted to say something—anything—to challenge her, to tell her that I would fight back, that I wasn’t like the others who had likely bowed to the Levi family’s power. But deep down, I knew it was pointless. This was bigger than me. It was always going to be bigger than me.

With a final look around the room, Vee turned on her heel and walked toward the door. “I’ll leave you to get settled. Don’t leave this room. There are eyes everywhere.”

As the door clicked shut behind her, I was left in silence. The weight of my new reality pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this. I didn’t know who to trust, and I certainly didn’t know how to fight back against someone like Alexander Levi.

But I would. Somehow.

I moved to the large window that stretched across one wall, pulling back the thick velvet curtain to peer outside. The view took my breath away—lush gardens that seemed to go on forever, a dark pool shimmering in the moonlight, and beyond that, the towering trees that made the mansion feel even more isolated.

There was no escape. The gates that had once opened for me were now closed. The only way out was through Alexander’s control, and I had no idea how I could make that happen.

I ran a trembling hand through my hair, the weight of the situation sinking in deeper with each passing moment. I didn’t belong here. This wasn’t my world.

A knock at the door startled me, making my heart leap into my throat. I glanced nervously at the door before crossing the room to open it.

It was Vee again, holding a tray with what looked like dinner. “Eat. You’ll need your strength for what comes next.”

“I’m not hungry,” I said, crossing my arms.

She didn’t flinch. “You will be. Eventually. I suggest you eat. Alexander doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

I stiffened at the mention of his name. There was something in her tone, a subtle warning that made me uneasy.

“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Leave it on the table.”

Without a word, Vee placed the tray on the table and turned to leave, but as she reached the door, she paused. “And don’t get any ideas,” she added, her voice tinged with warning. “If you try to run again, you won’t be so lucky next time.”

I opened my mouth to ask what she meant by that, but she was already gone, leaving me in the dimly lit room, her threat hanging in the air.

I stood there for a moment, my mind racing. Run? Had there been someone else? Had someone else tried to escape from this place before me?

The thought gnawed at me, but there was no time to dwell on it. I had to focus. Focus on how I would survive here, how I could regain control of my life before it was too late.

I approached the tray, not because I was hungry, but because I needed to keep my strength up. If I was going to get out of here, I needed to be sharp. I couldn’t afford to get weak or complacent.

I sat at the table and pushed the food around on the plate, pretending to eat as I gathered my thoughts. I needed a plan.

The room was silent, but every so often, I would catch a glimpse of something from the corner of my eye—a shadow moving just outside the window, a sound from the hall.

It was as if I wasn’t alone.

I stood up quickly, my pulse racing, but the room remained empty. It was just my imagination, or so I told myself.

I walked over to the window, staring out into the garden. Maybe there was a way out after all. The mansion’s walls were high, but they weren’t impenetrable. There had to be a weakness, a crack in the system that I could exploit.

But then, something caught my eye—a figure standing near the garden gate, watching the mansion.

I froze.

The figure didn’t move, but I could feel the weight of their gaze on me.

Was someone else watching me?

Suddenly, the figure took a step forward, disappearing into the shadows. I blinked, unsure if I had seen what I thought I had.

I turned away from the window, my heart thundering in my chest.

But just as I was about to walk back to the bed, I heard a sound—a soft knock at the door.

My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t Vee.

I stood frozen, my mind racing. Who was it? And what did they want?

I took a tentative step toward the door, but as my hand reached for the handle, the sound of the door creaking open made my blood run cold.

It wasn’t locked.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a tall, imposing figure standing in the doorway.

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat.

It was Alexander.

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  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Alexander’s Command

    The massive doors of the Levi mansion creaked open, echoing through the vast area. A shiver ran through me as I entered, with Alexander's figure trailing behind me like an inescapable specter. As I absorbed the magnificence of the scene—tall ceilings adorned with intricate mouldings, marble floors shimmering in the gentle glow of chandeliers, and walls featuring dark wood paneling that radiated affluence and authority—my heart tightened. However, the luxury did not comfort me; it stifled me. This was more than a mansion—it was a golden cage. “Come with me,” Alexander's voice was deep, nearly a growl, as he motioned to the grand staircase. His voice was authoritative, not a suggestion. I felt uncertain. The thought of trailing him anywhere seemed like yielding to his power, which I wasn’t prepared to accept. My legs felt anchored to the marble floor. He paused in his stride, his sharp icy-blue gaze fixating on me. “I don’t say the same thing twice, Dysis.” My name felt odd when h

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  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    The Dark Past

    The atmosphere became still. The man by the entrance, his hand unwavering as he pointed the gun at Alexander, had a face I hadn’t encountered in years—but one I could never erase from memory. His gaze blazed with the same anger I recalled from my youth, the same resentment I had previously suffered. “Thomas Salmon,” Alexander stated, his voice steady, showing no sign of apprehension. His cool blue eyes remained steady as he reclined in his chair, an image of unsettling tranquility. My breath became stuck in my throat. My dad was there, alive and furious, his anger clear. The most recent time I encountered him, I vowed to myself that I would never be around him again. Still, he stood before me, a ghost from my history, gripping a weapon as if it were the sole thing supporting him. “Release her,” my father hissed, his tone deep and poisonous. Alexander's lips curved into a slight smile, one that failed to reach his eyes. “I don’t follow commands, especially from someone who can’t s

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  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    An Unlikely Ally

    The quiet in the dining room was oppressive, a burdensome sensation compressing my chest. My father's visage remained fixed in my thoughts, his abrupt emergence and enigmatic phrases swirling like a tempest I couldn't evade. I slid my chair back, the noise scraping on the marble floor, and headed towards the door. I required fresh air—something to cut through the confusion in my thoughts. However, as soon as I entered the hallway, I recognized that I wasn't by myself. A young woman was present, her posture both composed and vigilant. She donned a plain black outfit that fitted her slim figure, her cropped black hair neatly secured behind her ears. Her deep brown eyes locked onto mine, unwavering and inscrutable, and for an instant, I believed she might completely dismiss me. "You ought not to be roaming about," she remarked, her tone steady yet gentle. "And who are you to say that to me?" I erupted, my irritation spilling out. I was exhausted from being instructed on where I could

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-09
  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    The First Escape Attempt

    The gunshot rang in my ears, piercing and shocking. My heart raced as I hurried to the window, pulling back the thick velvet curtain slightly to look outside. The estate grounds were dim, with shadows elongated beneath the soft shimmer of the moonlight. I wasn't able to identify the source of the noise, but the muted yells of the guards validated my greatest anxieties—something was going on. Something hazardous. I turned away from the window, breathing in short, sharp puffs. This was the time to run, if there ever was one. The disorder outside would serve as an ideal diversion. I took a coat from the closet and draped it over my shoulders, disregarding the shake in my hands. My strategy was straightforward: escape from this room, steer clear of Alexander’s men, and discover a means to leave the premises. Easy in concept, unattainable in reality—but I needed to give it a go. The idea of remaining here, under his influence, filled me with a rush of sickness. I couldn't allow this to b

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-09
  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Lucian’s Introduction

    The tension from my failed escape lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. Every corner of the mansion seemed to remind me of my imprisonment. My wrists ached from the rough restraints Alexander had used, a physical reminder of his power. The bitterness of his words and the icy finality in his eyes lingered in my mind. My heartbeat accelerated when my room's door cracked open. Expecting Alexander, I instinctively stiffened, bracing for another confrontation. Instead, a man I didn’t recognize entered. He was tall and impeccably dressed, his presence both calming and commanding. Jet-blue hair framed a striking face, and vivid green eyes, kind yet observant, met mine. “I’m Lucian Everett,” he introduced himself, setting a small medical kit on the table. “The family doctor.” His voice was smooth, professional, but there was a warmth that Alexander lacked. “I didn’t ask for a doctor,” I said, my voice edged with defiance. Lucian smiled faintly, unbothered by my tone. “I wa

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-09
  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Cracks in the Armor

    "Do you always have to be so damn cold?" My voice cracked through the stillness of the room, sharp and deliberate. I knew the words were risky, but after everything—being dragged into this mansion, caged like an animal, forced into submission—I couldn’t hold them back any longer. Alexander's wide shoulders tensed as though my words had struck him in the middle of his stride. His icy-blue eyes met mine as he slowly turned to face me. Only the uncompromising steel that had frightened me from the first time I had seen him was present; there was no warmth.. "And do you always have to be so reckless, Dysis?" His voice was calm, low, but laced with a warning I knew better than to ignore. I didn’t back down. Not this time. "Reckless? You think standing up for myself is reckless? Newsflash, Alexander, I’m not some puppet you can dangle on strings." He tilted his head, the faintest trace of amusement—or maybe irritation—dancing in his expression. "No, you’re not a puppet. You’re a stor

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-10
  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    The Enemy’s Shadow

    “Keep moving,” the deep, threatening voice rumbled from the darkness of the hallway. I couldn't see their faces, but I could tell they were nervous by the quick movements they made as I pressed myself against the wall and felt the cold marble pierce my hands. No matter who they were, they didn’t fit in here. “What if we get discovered?” a second voice hissed sharply. "Then we complete the task," the first one responded, frigid and resolute. I took a deep breath, listening for their footsteps to diminish before I boldly glanced down the corridor. Two figures vanished around the corner, their motions intentional, perilous. A part of me shouted to return to the safety of my room, but curiosity—driven by fear—compelled me to follow them instead. The magnificent Levi mansion, featuring its intricate hallways and gold-plated walls, appeared gloomier than normal, its luxury overshadowed by a subtle, hidden danger. As I approached quietly, I caught a name that sent shivers down my

    Huling Na-update : 2025-01-10
  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    The First Bond

    The mansion was peculiarly quiet, except for the sporadic noise of footsteps reverberating through the corridors. I paced back and forth in the opulent room they had provided me, my mind swirling with numerous ideas. Max Carter. Alexander. The delicate, perilous realm I currently lived in. How did I find myself in this situation? Was there any way out of the turmoil that had engulfed me entirely? As I looked out the window, a loud, sudden crash echoed from the hallway outside my door. My heart fluttered within my chest. The quietness that previously felt so stifling now appeared as a ticking time bomb. There was something off. I sensed it in the atmosphere. I naturally edged toward the door, my heartbeat increasing. A wave of panic tightened around my chest. Living in a perpetual state of fear of uncertainty was one matter; experiencing that fear approach ever so slowly, akin to a stalking predator, was quite another. I grabbed the handle, but just as I was about to twist it, the d

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  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 101: The Edge of Surrender

    Sunlight flooded the room from the large windows in golden beams that softly painted delicate patterns on the white blankets. Like a pulse resonating through the villa, the ocean murmured far away, slow and steady. A breeze swept the flimsy drapes, and the air smelt of sea salt and vanilla, mixed with the subtle warmth of skin and something else entirely fresh and electrifying. Alexander hovered above her, muscles taut, breath shallow. He was no longer the untouchable man she first met. Right now, he looked raw, almost undone. It was dark and wet, and his navy swim shorts stuck to his hips. They showed every bit of stress in his body. He didn't blink or move his eyes.They were locked on her like he was memorizing a masterpiece. Dysis lay beneath him, her body still damp, glistening in the sunlight like she was made of moonlight and fire. Her red bikini clung to her skin like a second layer, the strings slightly loose now from their kiss. She was breathless.She shook her head back a

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 100: The Crimson Tide

    The sun had hardly risen beyond the horizon, leaving golden lines like spilled honey across the sea. A gentle breeze fluttered the white linen drapes of the villa and ruckled the palm leaves over the island. Barefoot, Dysis stood at the brink of the balcony, her honey-brown hair falling in loose waves down her back. The air smelt seawater and orchids, combining with the warmth of sun-kissed stone. Her eyes shining with mischief and sunset-colored wonder, she turned towards the sea.She’d found a red bikini tucked neatly inside a drawer packed by Alexander, though he’d claimed otherwise and without hesitation, slipped it on. Rich and strong on her soft, brilliant skin, it hugged her body as if it had been designed for her. Her contours shined like sun-lit polished pearls. Her hips swung softly as she strolled down to the shore, feet sliding into the warm, powdered sand. She laughed as she walked further into the sea; it lapped at her toes, chilly and mocking. There was no one else he

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 99: The Serpent Stirs

    The private estate was cloaked in silence, the kind that warned of danger long before it arrived. Cormac Carter stood before the large fireplace, the flames low as shadows moved along the stone walls. Under his fitted suit, his broad shoulders were stiff; his silver-streaked hair slid back precisely. From his fingers, unbroken, a crystal glass of aged bourbon hung. One of his guys stopped at the threshold behind him and started to shift uneasily. “Say it again”, Cormac said, his voice low and icy, slanted with poison. The man swallowed. “Dysis Salmon... She's the heiress to the Everhart bloodline. Confirmed. The Levi heir married her. She’s with Alexander now.” Cormac turned slowly, his eyes glinting with restrained fury. “So,” he muttered, stepping toward the man, “the girl promised to my nephew… was stolen. Claimed. Not just by anyone but by Alexander Levi.” He crushed the glass in his palm, shards falling like ice. “And he killed Max.” The words hissed from his mouth like

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 98: Fractures and Flames

    Dysis lay curled into the curve of Alexander’s body, the steady thud of his heart on her cheek grounding her in a moment that felt much too delicate for the world they lived in. Her waist had slipped the blanket, and the silky sheets twisted around them while the storm outside murmured against the windows. Her voice broke the silence. Soft. Hesitant. “Where’s my mother?” Alexander’s fingers paused where they were threading gently through her hair. “I told her to leave,” he said calmly. Dysis pulled back just enough to look up at him, confusion flickering in her tired eyes. “What? Why?” “I thought you wouldn’t mind me sending her away,” Alexander said, watching her reaction closely. “She was the reason you passed out.” Her breath hitched. “But I just…” “Don’t cry again.” His voice became light-hearted, his lips curving slightly as he looked away from her. "I was only kidding." "I wasn't going to cry," She said, but her pink cheeks backstabbed her. He mocked, his tone lamp

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 97: A Glimpse of the Storm

    Back to the Present For hours the rain had not ceased. From outside, the heavens softly wept against the windows, drops on glass-like fingers. The polished floor had a muted orange glow as the fire in the sitting room burned to embers. Dysis folded her legs under her and laid a blanket sloppily across her lap on the velvet chaise. She was not warmed by it. Not really. Her mind was too full, too heavy. Adam sat across from her. No longer the towering, untouchable patriarch. Just a man with tired eyes and a voice thick with regret. “So,” Dysis said quietly, almost afraid to say it aloud, “you knew Lili tried to have Alexander killed?” Adam’s eyes dropped to the rug. His jaw clenched. “Yes.” Dysis sat up straighter, her heart suddenly pounding. “And you did nothing?” “I confronted her,” Adam replied. His voice was hoarse, rough from unsaid things. “I let her know I was aware of her schemes. I spared her… for Silver and Giselle’s sake.” Dysis blinked. That was it? "That's all

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 96: The Quiet Crown

    The room still hadn’t moved. Not really.Time seemed to bend under the weight of what it signified as Adam Levi announced his second son the successor to the empire. As if the house had stopped to listen, dust particles floated slowly through a shaft of afternoon sunlight, and the crackle of the fire in the hearth got louder in the silence.But the true silence came from Lili.She had said nothing at all. Her fingers, coated in a frost-toned gloss, shook slightly on the stem of her crystal wine glass. It was still full. She hadn’t taken a single sip all evening.She couldn’t.Not with him in the room.Not with Alexander sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, draped in that black wool coat with silver stitching like it had been sewn by ghosts. The candlelight danced across the crest on his hand—the Levi sigil, glinting ominously with every breath he took.He didn’t speak.Didn’t gloat.Didn’t even flinch when Silver stormed out of the boardroom, his footsteps echoing like gunsh

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 95: After 14 Years

    Another year passed.And then another.Fourteen winters had clawed their way across the cliffs of the North before the gates opened again. The iron doors groaned like beasts roused from slumber, spilling out a silhouette wreathed in morning fog and silence.He walked like he owned the ground beneath him.Not like the boy who had entered.No—he was something else now.Alexander Levi’s hair had been trimmed close to the scalp, the inky black strands now neat, severe. His jawline cut clean, cheeks hollowed by years of discipline, hardship, and war. The softness of his childhood had been carved away, chiseled into something sharp. Lethal. Beautiful in a cold, brutal way.He wore a long black coat, the kind lined in silver thread at the collar, shoulders squared with the weight of command. His boots struck the earth like thunder. A ring glinted on his right hand—a crest of the North carved into it. The mark of survival.Not everyone earned it.But Alexander hadn’t just earned it.He’d owne

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 94: The Northern Silence

    Adam Levi's office door creased as it swung open. The room was dark, only the orange glow of one desk lamp lighting it. From a half-burned cigar in a crystal ashtray, smoke coiled sloppily. Towering and loaded with ancient leather-bound volumes that smelt of dust, conflict, and tradition, bookshelves ran down the walls The air smelt strongly of cedarwood and ash, swallowing the faint winter trace coming from the window crevices. Silent Alexander entered, his bare feet soft against the smooth hardwood floor. He wore a big jumper that hung off one shoulder with sleeves engulfing his hands. He felt a breeze from the slightly ajar window, but he did not react. His experience with cold was one of adaptation. Adam turned his back on him. He stood behind his desk, wide back stiff under a dark suit. Under low light, the grey in his hair stood more clearly. With one hand he clutched a glass of bourbon, the ice clicking softly as he spun it. His other hand rested on a hefty, sealed, crimso

  • Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire    Chapter 93: The Hollow Throne

    One Year Later The Levi estate stood silent, wrapped in fog and frost. The mansion, once alive with Rosie’s laughter and sunlight spilling through open windows, had grown cold—like something sacred had been buried inside its walls. A clock ticked softly somewhere in the distance. The fire in the parlor crackled, but it gave no warmth. Adam sat at the edge of his office desk. His hands were stained with oil and blood—both recent. Though the air was cold, his black shirt fit his back and hung with sweat. His tie disappeared from view on the floor next to a broken whisky tumbler. A long gash stretched across the side of his palm, still bleeding. He hadn’t spoken in hours. Not a word. The leather chair behind his desk remained untouched, like a throne he no longer deserved. He no longer ruled with strategy or calculation. He ruled with silence. With steel. With the kind of violence that didn’t end when justice was served—but hunted until it bled out everything. Every na

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