What happens when a psychologist like Molly finds herself entangled with a ruthless mafia lord? Caught in a web spun by her ex's mafia Dad, she feels a strong longing for him, igniting a desire she never expected. Despite her efforts to resist this sweet temptation, she finds herself yearning for more. "I want you all wet for me, little kitten... Wet for me, Molly," my ex's mafia Dad murmured, his eyes smoldering with desire as he pinned me against the wall.
View MoreCHLOE’S POVThe moment I stepped into the house, a heavy weight pressed down on my chest. My whole body ached, my face stung from the bruises, but none of that compared to the guilt twisting inside me.I had done it.I had given Molly to Ferraro.I told myself it was the only way—that she had to pay my debts, that it was either her or me. But standing there, my hands shaking, I knew the truth. There was no excuse for what I had done.And now, I had to face him.My father stood in the middle of the living room. His sharp eyes locked onto me the second I walked in. His face hardened as he took in my bruises, his jaw clenching like he was holding back his anger.“Chloe.” His voice was cold, demanding. “Where is Molly?”My stomach dropped. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I wasn’t ready for this.His eyes narrowed. “Answer me.”I swallowed, my throat dry. “She’s… she’s not coming home.”His hands clenched into fists. “What do you mean she’s not coming home? You left home with her s
MOLLY’S POVThe room still felt tense as I walked out, leaving Jaxon behind, furious. My heart was racing, but I kept my face calm and my steps steady. I wouldn’t let him see that his reaction had affected me.As I went down the grand staircase, the smell of coffee and warm food filled the air. My stomach tightened—I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. But I wasn’t about to sit down and eat like everything was normal. Because nothing about this situation was normal.The dining room was just as fancy as the rest of the house—a long wooden table, expensive plates, and a chandelier hanging above, giving the room a golden glow. At the head of the table sat Ferraro, sipping his black coffee like he had all the time in the world.He looked up when I walked in, smirking. “Did you sleep well?”I sat across from him and crossed my arms. “Like a prisoner,” I said flatly.Ferraro chuckled. “You’re not a prisoner, Molly. You’re a guest.”“Guests can leave whenever they want.”His smirk grew. “Can t
MOLLY'S POVThe air inside Ferraro’s mansion was thick with tension, an invisible weight pressing down on me. The dim lighting cast long shadows against the walls, making the place feel more like a prison than a home. My mind was racing, trying to find an escape, but I knew better than to act impulsively. Ferraro wasn’t a man to be underestimated.He watched me with that same infuriating smirk like he knew exactly what I was thinking. "Come," he said, turning his back to me as he walked toward the grand staircase.I stayed rooted to the spot. "I’m not some pet you can order around."He stopped mid-step, exhaling a quiet laugh before turning back to me. "No, you’re not," he admitted. "But you are in my house. Which means, like it or not, you’ll follow my rules."I clenched my fists, glaring at him. "And if I don’t?"Ferraro’s eyes darkened, and in a blink, he was in front of me. He didn’t touch me, but his presence alone was overwhelming. "Then I’ll have to remind you why it’s in your
MOLLY'S POVThe moment Lincoln’s words left his lips, the room felt like it had gotten smaller. His presence was suffocating, but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to let my fear show."What do I have to offer?" I repeated, my voice sharp. "Nothing. You took me. That’s on you."Lincoln let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, you misunderstand, sweetheart." He took a step closer, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. "You owe me. And in my world, debts get paid. One way or another."A shiver crawled down my spine, but I didn’t let it show.Ferraro tightened his grip on my wrist, pulling me slightly behind him as if staking his claim. "She’s coming with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I’ll handle her."Lincoln arched a brow, clearly entertained. "Oh? And since when do you make those decisions, Ferraro?" His gaze flickered to me before returning to him. "She was supposed to be mine."Ferraro smirked, his fingers pressing slightly harder against my skin. "Le
MOLLY'S POVMy breath hitched as I stared at Chloe, my heart shattering into pieces. Did she really just say that? Did she just hand me over like I was nothing? Like I was some… bargaining chip?The room felt smaller, suffocating, as the weight of her words pressed down on me. I wanted to believe I had misheard her, that the pain had driven her to say something insane. But the cold, pleading look in her eyes told me otherwise.I took a shaky step forward. “Chloe…” My voice barely came out. “You don’t mean that, right? You wouldn’t actually—”She cut me off, her gaze desperate yet unapologetic. “I do mean it, Molly. I can’t take this anymore. They won’t stop. If you do this for me, at least one of us gets out of here alive.”Her words were a knife to my chest.I could barely register the smirk curling on Waylon’s lips, or the dangerous gleam in Ferraro’s eyes as he watched our exchange. They were enjoying this. Watching me break apart in real-time.I turned to Ferraro, fire replacing m
MOLLY'S POV "What the hell!" I gasped, my eyes wide in disbelief.The second man turned to face me, and he looked even more dangerous than Ferraro. His piercing gaze held a menacing intensity that sent a chill down my spine.Apart from the fact that Ferraro got here before me, even though I was running, I was so shocked and scared to realize he was one of the people hurting my sister. I wasn't even surprised that he turned out to be this kind of monster; he had always acted like one. But he shouldn't be unleashing his monstrous side on my sister—not at all.I don't know why they're hitting Chloe, but the sight of her right now breaks my heart more than anything. No matter what happened, they shouldn't treat her like this—like she's an animal. My hatred for Ferraro only deepens."How dare you barged in here!" the angry man beside Ferraro yelled furiously. But his words, cold and cutting, didn't make me shake or tremble. At that moment, my fear was eclipsed by a surge of anger and hatr
MOLLY'S POV "Oh my goodness! I can't let that old bastard catch up to me!" I mumbled, running as hard as I could. I swear, I've never run like this in my life.I haven't rested since morning, and ever since I got to the club, I've been on the run. I'm already feeling exhausted; I think I might collapse at any moment.I keep running, not stopping for even a second. A few times, I glance back to make sure Ferraro isn't following me, and the fact that...He’s not following me brings me some relief, but I still need to get out of this club completely because of the bastard who was after me earlier.Hasn’t Chloe noticed that I’m no longer in the middle of the dancing crowd? If I didn’t know her better, I might think she didn’t care, but I do know her. Still, I can’t figure out what’s going on in her mind right now.I hope she realizes that I'm in a bad situation and that I really need to get out of here. This isn’t my kind of place, and I swear I’ll never come back to a place like this ag
MOLLY My eyes widened, and my heart pounded in my chest, threatening to leap out as I stared at the figure I never expected to see again: Ferraro Mendoza, sitting confidently on the small couch in the room.The worst part was that his bare, undeniably sexy chest was exposed, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as I struggled to believe my eyes...Ferraro's mischievous eyes were fixed on me as he was smoking heavily. I knew what I had written in my paperwork; he shouldn't be out of prison by now, yet here he was."I told you we would meet again, doctor. So don’t be so shocked. Your paperwork is useless when it comes to Ferraro Mendoza," he said, and I swallowed nervously before standing up on my feet."So what!" I exclaimed, trying to act bravely in front of him, just as usual."Did you get out of prison to seek revenge on me for what I wrote about you? Just so you know, if you lay a finger on me, I swear you'll find yourself back in
"Chloe, hold on! It's way too crowded here. Can’t you just let me stay in the corner? I’d much rather be there," I said uneasily as she tugged me into the bustling crowd of people dancing. I couldn't stand the sight of some of those men, completely wasted, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.Did I make a mistake by coming here? Obviously, yes. I’ve never been in a place like this before and never imagined I would be. I thought it would help me clear my mind of Jaxon, but now I regret my choice. I haven’t even been here for ten minutes, and I already can’t stand it.This kind of place has never been my thing, and I know I’ll just fall back on my usual habit of reading whenever I’m feeling down or need to clear my head. I can’t seem to embrace any other things besides reading. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible; I hated it so much, but Chloe was making it even harder."No way! You're dancing with me!" Chloe exclaimed, her excitement palpable, and I let out a frus
I always thought my sister was right when she said I was just being a nerd and naive because my ideal type is someone who loves reading novels, enjoys talking about them, and is also respectful, as if my sister understands what I mean by respect.I mean someone who wouldn't rush things with me; once we start dating, he shouldn't be in a hurry to get under my pantie. That's what I want in a man, but my sister thinks that kind of man only exists in the 21st century. I think that's why I haven't lost my V-card yet, and it's also why I've never had a boyfriend or truly loved someone. My sister and anyone who hears about my ideal type always find it amusing.But I'm living in my fantasy right now because I have found my ideal type. He showed up in my life just when I needed him. Jaxon and I have been dating for more than two months now, and I can honestly say it's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. We love each other deeply, and he's so handsome—just like I always imagine...
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