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The mansion was both a prison and a sanctuary, and it felt like both. Each room I passed felt like it was trapping me in its opulent walls, and yet I couldn’t deny that there was a strange comfort in the routine it provided. The days were no longer marked by the frantic uncertainty I had known all my life—days spent running from one bad situation to the next—but they were still far from peaceful. I was discovering how to breathe inside these confines, even though it seemed like I had to struggle for every breath, every step. Gradually, the external world began to disappear, and I felt ensnared in a web of influence, affluence, and dominance that I couldn’t break free from, regardless of how hard I attempted. The mornings were consistently similar: the sun sneaking through the thick curtains, throwing golden rays onto the ground. I stirred in a space that seemed excessively silent, excessively vacant. I would lie still for a moment, listening for any sign of life outside my door—fo
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The door gradually opened with a creak, and I tensed, my heart racing in my chest. The individual who entered was enveloped in shadows, their appearance obscured by the dim illumination of the area. For an instant, I considered that it could have been Alexander coming back, but there was a different sensation in the atmosphere. An unfamiliar energy surged through the room, and my heart raced with anxiety. The figure stepped into the light, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.“Sofie?” Alexander whispered, voice low.My eyesfixed on the figure, and a calmness enveloped me. I have seen her before, I said to myself, but where could it be? The persistent sensation pulled at me, similar to a partially recalled dream, yet I couldn’t identify it. whose existence remained in my mind like a question without an answer. The woman who had sent a cold shiver down my spine upon our first encounter, despite her grace and beauty. And now, here she stood, facing Alexander in the gentle light of
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-13Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire A Glimpse of the Outside
Months had slipped by after Sofie came to the mansion, no sign of Max Carter ever since and this room had become my entire world. Once suffocating, the four walls now seemed almost familiar, but their confinement remained unchanged. I had felt seriously ill in the past few weeks, but thanks to Lucian's meticulous care and Vee's vigilant watch. I feel much better now. Yet despite my recovery, an invisible barrier still held me captive—the unspoken command of Alexander, who had ordered me to remain within this room. I sat in front of the mirror as Vee combed through my long, honey-toned hair. The afternoon light cast a soft glow on my skin, now radiant and healthy. But beneath the surface, a different ache had settled—a longing for freedom that grew more unbearable by the day. Vee, as always, worked with quiet precision, adjusting my dress and smoothing the fabric until every fold was flawless. As she tied the final ribbon around my waist, my frustration spilled over, my voice sharp an
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-14Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Unwanted Visitors
The study door creaked open, signaling an unexpected arrival.Sofie moved first, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor as she approached with deliberate grace. Her smile was sweet but laced with calculation. “Joe,” she said smoothly, “It’s been far too long.”A young man lingered just within the doorway, his authoritative presence undeniable. Wearing a fitted charcoal suit, his blond hair a bit disheveled and his blue eyes keen, he radiated refined charisma. Sofie glanced between Joe and the study. “I’ll leave you to it,” she said with a touch of curiosity. “Let me know if you need anything.” With a smile, she disappeared into the mansion’s shadows.Joe’s smile faded as she left. He turned, walking swiftly toward the study where Alexander waited. The tension between them was always palpable.Alexander sat reclined in a leather chair, absorbed in his book. The fire crackled softly, casting fleeting shadows, but his expression remained unreadable, unaffected by Joe’s presence.
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“Dysis,” Alexander said at last, his voice low and velvety, carrying the weight of command yet softened by an undercurrent of something she couldn’t place. “You’re late.”She swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in her chest. “I wasn’t aware I was being timed.”A shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. He stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them. His eyes swept over me briefly, not in judgment but with an intensity that left my feeling exposed, seen.“You’re here now,” he said simply, his tone quieter but no less firm.I nodded, my voice caught somewhere in my throat. I moved toward the car, but before I could reach the door, Alexander was already there, his hand resting lightly on the handle. He held it open for me, his gaze never leaving mine.“Go in.” He said almost like a command I hesitated, the silence thick with unspoken anticipation. I glanced at his outstretched hand, weighing the choice before me. Shoul
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"I'm not ignoring you," I answered, her tone cutting. "I simply have nothing to say." Alexander's keen eyes moved to her leg, where she had subtly hidden her foot under the table. "What happened to your leg?" he inquired, his voice relaxed yet tinged with worry. Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment engulfing me while I struggled to find a response. “It’s not a big deal,” I responded swiftly, attempting to dismiss it. Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You’re wearing those heels. They can’t be comfortable.”I looked at her footwear—beautiful, strappy heels in a deep shade of red that matched her dress perfectly. The intricate straps intertwined gracefully around her ankles, while the tapered toes extended her legs, giving her a sense of strength and vulnerability. However, in spite of their elegance, the shoes squeezed her feet, and she let out a sigh. They were the sole shoes Vee had taken with the dress, leaving her without another option. “They’re just a bit…
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When left alone at the table, I begin to reflect on how far I’ve come since being thrust into Alexander’s world. The strawberry cake, while a brief comfort, symbolizes the fleeting moments of joy amidst chaos. I think about the heels and the dress—reminders of how I’ve been forced to adapt to a life that wasn’t mine. As the atmosphere grows heavier, I vow to maintain my spirit despite the weight of my circumstances. My resilience, juxtaposed with my growing feelings for Alexander, becomes more pronounced. I question his intentions, his world, and the cost of staying under his protection.Moments later, he returned, his usual expression unreadable.“You always seem so serious,” I said, leaning forward on the table, my voice softer than I intended. “What would it take to make you actually smile?”Alexander’s icy-blue eyes flickered to mine, his face a mask of indifference. “I don’t waste energy on things like that,” he replied coolly, leaning back in his chair as if the very thought o
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The gentle purr of the car engine resonated softly in the night, merging with the rhythmic whispers of Dysis’s calm breathing. From the driver’s seat, Alexander glanced at her, noticing her head tilted slightly in his direction, with strands of her honey-brown hair cascading over her face. Her cheeks retained a rosy hue from the wine, and a serene look occupied her face, absent of the defensive defiance she usually exhibited. As the Levi mansion appeared, Alexander's hold on the steering wheel grew firmer. The words she’d murmured before drifting off remained in his thoughts like a lingering tune. *Please don’t hit me, Dad… I’m sorry.* He couldn’t dispel the rage it provoked—an anger aimed not at her, but at the man who caused her suffering. Pulling into the circular driveway, he brought the car to a halt. Exiting quietly, Alexander moved to her side and opened the door. Dysis didn’t stir as he reached down to lift her, her head naturally nestling against his shoulder. She felt ligh
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Outside the mansion, the night air smelt jasmine buds, and through the windows one could hear the soft rustle of trees. As a fire blazed in the fireplace, the luxurious sitting area glowed in warm, golden tones. The Levi family estate saw many important occasions with its lofty columns and extravagant furniture. None would be as significant, though, as the one in the way right now.Rosie sat by the large bay window in low light, her hands softly brushing a newborn draped in exquisite, pastel blue blankets. Her face exuded an unmistakable brightness, yet it was little worn with the minor exhaustion of delivery. Looking down at the small face peeping out from the swaddling, her heart grew with a love only a mother could experience. At last here was her long-awaited son, Alexander.Adam stood in the corner of the room, his massive form silhouetted against the flickering fire. Though he weighed his eyes, a calm delight that ran deeper than anything he had ever experienced, his face exuded
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Months passed in silence between Adam and Rosie, like an old scar not healing. Adam had believed that time would help things to settle down, that the anguish of their hidden reality would lessen into something more doable. But it failed. It was never accomplished.Rather, the days merged into one another, mornings colder than yesterday. With her light and deliberate movements always just out of reach, Rosie walked across their mansion like a ghost. For his part, Adam submerged himself in the limitless obligations of the Levi empire. His father's loud and strong voice echoed in his memory every day, reminding him of what he had to do and what he needed to achieve. Still, there was something in the silence, the times Rosie was near when their eyes crossed a room and they didn't say but yet recognised each other, that felt like the beginning of something else. Not precisely, it was not love. not yet. But there was something more profound, something that descended below simple affection.
Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire Chapter 87: The Silence of Time
The cake shop felt like a universe unto itself, a little, modest haven amid a busy city. Outside, unaware of the little time Adam and Rosie had just experienced, the planet sped ahead. Inside, the air scented like vanilla and buttercream—the kind of scent that would have let even the hardest man forget the coldness of the life he led.Adam requested a slice of cake. He was unable to quite articulate why. Perhaps it was the way Rosie had eaten the sweets with such wild abandon, as though she had no regard for the guidelines of the society in which she lived. Perhaps it was because he experienced something not quite the keen edge of control for the first time in a very long period. Though it felt more than that, the cake was a rich, luscious treat, a transient pleasure. It felt like the start of something he was not yet able to name.Rosie didn't flinch as he sat beside her; his posture is always exact and tight. Though his presence still carried power, there was something different abo
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Reviewing the files before Adam, he sat behind his polished mahogany desk, his fingers tapping steadily against the wood. High above the city, his office was a fortress of icy efficiency, every piece of furniture positioned with exacting accuracy. But even with all the grandeur around him, a great sense of unhappiness ate at his core. His life—the history, the expectations, the cold, deliberate actions that had gotten him to this point—pressed down on him ruthlessly. It all felt caught, suffocating him. And today, the approaching wedding plans of his father just served to intensify that pressure.Rosie. His mind kept returning the name, as it had for the last few days. With a force Adam could hardly ignore, her blazing red hair, calm, unwavering eyes, and rebellious attitude against everything he had made crashed into his meticulously created universe. She was his wife, a little pawn in the game of family politics, but she refused to follow the rules of his dominion. And in some weir
