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Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Price Of Desperation
Chapter One : The Price Of DesperationLena's PovThe inky night air hung thick and heavy upon me as I headed toward that dimly lit building, the crumpled address fisted in my hand. Every step felt like a jump into something far darker than I'd ever known, but this was my last hope.Damian Russo. His name could freeze blood in this city just from a mention in alleys and bars, served up with nothing more than a whispered warning. I had nothing but one hope-a desperate, foolish hope-and that was that he would help me, despite the stories, about what happened when one fell into his debt. But my mother was fading fast, her medical bills piling up, and this was the last door on which to knock.My legs trembled as I made my way down the corridor. Men of rough countenance watched from the shadows, their eyes cold and steady. One of them muttered something, and there was a ripple of laughter. I hurried my pace, hastening to drown my fear in thoughts of why I was here. But that did little good
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You First Command
Chapter Two : First CommandLenaThe morning was barely breaking, and the elements of light barely filtered through the sides of the thick curtains, but the house was quiet, dark, and foreboding. I had hardly slept, my mind plagued by the reality of what I'd agreed to, and the man I was indebted to.A knock came to my door, loud and heavy, impatient. Opening it with a racing heart, I found one of Damian's men waiting for me on the other side-a stone-faced giant of a man who didn't say a word. He merely cocked his head toward the hall, clearly meaning for me to follow.I followed him down the long, circling corridors, my feet growing heavier with each step. It was as if I were being taken into the mouth of something dark and monstrous. The quiet, the heavy silence, seemed to pulse around me and fill me with dread.We finally stopped in front of a broad, double-door entrance. Without making any noise, the guard opened it, gesturing for me to go inside alone. I pushed my legs forward, al
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You A Partner
Chapter ThreeI sat in my small cold room, my fists clenched into my lap. The air felt thick and stifling, weighing upon me, as I tried to steady my breathing. I had promised myself that I was not going to cry, but here I was on the brink of it, rummaging through my mind for how I had gotten so deeply entrenched in this world. I didn't want to be here; I didn't belong here.A soft knock on the door startled me, and I hurriedly rubbed my eyes, steeled myself. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. He was young, his face expressionless, yet his eyes held a faint glimmer of kindness I hadn't seen in anyone here. His name was Alex, one of Damian's men-or at least, that was my assumption.He cleared his throat; his eyes, upon meeting mine, were inscrutable. "He wants to see you," he said, softer than I had expected.I nodded, my stomach lurching at the idea of going into Damian's presence again. I shifted to stand, but my legs were like lead. I tried to conceal the trembl
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Caught
Chapter Four"Tomorrow is the day I will be free from this place. It will be ten years that I have served him, and yet sometimes it feels I shouldn't go because of you. I just do not want to see you cry." Alex's voice was soft, full of compassion I hadn't expected from someone I barely knew. In the quiet sincerity, a voice that sounded as though it could break through the thick wall I had built. But his words cut through me in ways I wasn't prepared for.His eyes softened, and I noticed the slight tension in his jaw. I could feel the weight of the moment, and I wasn't sure how to respond. "I'm not asking you to do anything," Alex continued, almost as though reading my thoughts. "I just want you to get a chance to leave this place, a chance to breathe again without him controlling every step of the way. Tomorrow, when I am free, I will look for the money. I'll find it and you can use it to pay him off. You'll be free. You won't owe him anything. You won't have to stay here anymore."Hi
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Unspoken Tension
Chapter Five: Unspoken TensionsI stood quietly beside Damian, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Alex move toward the door. With every step he took, it was like an echo through the silence separating us. I wanted to say something, anything that would make him stay, but words wouldn't come.Alex halted, his eyes catching mine behind him. Regret swirled in their depths, something deeper I couldn't quite place. I saw the twitch in his hand, as if he might reach out, as if he wanted to hold onto something before it was too late. But before I could take even one step toward him, Damian's voice cut through the air, commanding and cold."Just leave quietly, Alex.I froze; the chill of his tone seemed to settle deep into my bones. Alex hesitated, then nodded stiffly, turning away from me, his footsteps heavy with finality.I couldn't stop him. I didn't even try. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart aching, watching him disappear through the door.For a long moment, Damian d
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Maid In Her Territory
Chapter Six : The Maid in Her TerritoryIt was thick with tension in the air-suffocating, to say the least. It wasn't just the quietness of the space, the way everything seemed to pause in anticipation, with all of us waiting for something but what, I had no idea.I stood there, my pulse racing with each second that ticked. My gaze flickered to Damian; his posture was stiff, his jaw clenched as he looked toward the door. I could feel the unease radiating off him. But what really made my gut clench was Bianca. She'd been quietly sitting in the corner of the room, her sharp eyes watching me and waiting for something, anything, to go down.Damian seemed to sense the shift in the air, too. He turned to his girlfriend, Bianca, the words that were about to leave his mouth already forming on his lips, but Bianca beat him to it."You know," she began, her voice laced with a kind of sweet venom, "I think I need a maid in my territory and I am sure Lena is the person fit for the position"I fro
Last Updated : 2024-11-16Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Under Bianca's Rule
Chapter Seven : Under Bianca's RuleThe ride to Bianca's mansion was punishment. I sat in the back seat, quietly, my hands clasped tightly together, my stomach twisting in knots. Bianca sat up front, her laughter cutting through the air as she chatted on the phone. Every now and then, she'd glance at me through the rear view, her eyes full of disdain.When we finally arrived, the mansion loomed before me through the windows of my carriage, a predator ready to pounce. Immense in size, so cold, inhospitable. The towering gates grudgingly creaked open; I was shown inside without any complimentary formalities.Bianca didn't waste any time. "Follow me," she snarled, the heels clattering loud on marble floor as she took me down a long hall. There were expensive paintings decorating the walls, the floors gleamed, and every corner just seemed to scream wealth. Yet there was no warmth here, only this suffocating atmosphere of dominance.She halted before a small door and pushed it open. "This
Last Updated : 2024-11-17Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Trapped
Chapter Eight: Trapped Heavy air, suffocating, as I crept down the dark corridors of the mansion, my bare feet making no sound on the cold marble floor. My heart was racing, pounding in my ears so loudly I just knew it would be heard. My breaths were shallow, fear clawing at my throat, but I pressed on.I couldn't stay here anymore. I didn't know where I'd go or what would happen to me, but anywhere was better than this place-better than putting up with Bianca's cruelty and Damian's indifference.I reached the front door, the large ornate handle glinting in the faint moonlight spilling through the high windows. Freedom was so near I could almost taste it. My shaking fingers reached out and skimmed the cold metal, when a gruff voice shattered my tenuous hope."And where do you think you're going?"My blood ran cold, and I was rooted to the spot. Slowly, I turned to find Bianca standing behind me. The silk robe was hanging loosely on her thin frame, her arms were crossed over her chest
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Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Confessions And Confrontations.
Chapter Twenty - Seven: Confessions And ConfrontationsDamian's Point of ViewThe room was dark, the only light being that of the bedside lamp. Amber tones extended across the walls. I leaned against the bed edge, my phone pressed to my ear, and stared out into the moonlight filtering through heavy curtains. My voice was low, deliberate."You don't understand, Conrad," I said, pacing the length of the room. "Bianca's been getting bolder. She's using that sharp tongue of hers to stir up trouble, and now she's making threats. She claims I owe her something, and she's willing to do somethings down if I don't give it to her."On the other end of the line, Conrad exhaled, his tone as skeptical as ever. “Bianca has always been a wildcard, Damian. But if she’s threatening you, why keep her around? You’ve never tolerated this kind of nonsense before. We all know who you are, the cold Damian we all know, is that not same man I am talking to?”I paused, rubbing a hand across my jaw. "It's not t
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Bianca's Discovery
Chapter Twenty - Six : Bianca's DiscoveryEarly morning sun pierced the tall windows of Damian's estate, casting golden rays of light across the floors, now polished to a high shine. I was in the study, dusting the shelves — a chore I had taken to out of habit rather than obligation. Damian had left early that morning, and the house was unusually still, though I knew it wouldn't last.It wasn't until I heard the sharp click of heels on the marble floor that I tensed. Bianca. She had a way of filling any space with an oppressive air, her presence commanding attention whether you wanted it or not."Lena," her voice cut through the quiet like a blade. I turned slowly, already bracing myself for whatever venom she had prepared for me today."Yes, Bianca?" I replied as evenly as possible, laying the duster down.She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway with that smirk that ran a chill down my spine. "You're awfully distracted these days. Something on your mind? Or should I say… so
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Shifting To Loyalties
Chapter Twenty-Five: Shifting LoyaltiesThe night after Alex's visit was a blur of restless pacing and whispered prayers. I couldn't shake the look in his eyes or the weight of his words. I'll come back for you. They echoed in my mind like a siren's call, pulling me into a sea of confusion and guilt.But there was no room for guilt in this house. Damian would sense it, just like he sensed every other crack in my armor. And when he did, there would be consequences.The morning sun brought no relief, only a growing sense of dread. I moved through my chores with mechanical precision, careful not to draw any attention to myself. Damian had left early, as he often did, but his presence lingered in the house like a storm cloud.By the time he came back in the afternoon, I was in the kitchen, scrubbing the counters like they would clean the chaos inside my head."Lena," his voice called from the hallway, sharp and commanding.I froze, the sponge falling from my hand. "Yes?" I called out, try
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Alex Secret Arrival
Chapter Twenty-Four: Alex's Secret ArrivalThe night air was still, the slightest trace of jasmine carried inside on the breeze from the garden. I sat hunched over the kitchen table with my hands clasped, tightly wrapped around the coolness of my now teacup cold cup of tea, I wasn't drinking-it just held it for the Lukewarm presence it did and anchored me. The house was quiet-a dense silence that made every groan of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind, seem amplified. Damian hadn't returned yet, and the tension in my chest had eased just a little, though my thoughts were anything but calm.I stared out the window, the moonlight painting silvery patterns across the grass outside. Damian's face flashed in my mind-his eyes, cold and calculating, yet so unexpectedly gentle at times. The memory of his rare kindness confused me. Was I starting to depend on it? Starting to depend on him?It was a thought that grated on me deeply, but nothing compared with the ache every time I thought
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Tension
Chapter Twenty Three : Bianca's TensionLena's POVI could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as Bianca's cold eyes bored into me. The fragile hope I had allowed myself to feel, those moments with Damian where the world felt softer, kinder, crumbled beneath the weight of her presence.Damian didn't say anything for a moment. His jaw clenched, his hands fisted at his sides, and I could tell he was holding himself back. But Bianca looked like she was enjoying the tension in the room."Bianca, what are you doing?" Damian's voice was low-a warning laced with irritation. "What are you doing here? I thought you are smart enough to understand the situation that you don't just badge into my house anytime you feel like again"She didn't bat an eyelash. Instead, she stepped further into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. "I could ask you the same thing," she said, her tone icy. "You promised me, Damian. Promised me that she-" she jabbed
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You The Quiet
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Quiet Before the StormLena's POVThe silence between Damian and me had stretched out for what felt like an eternity. I had tried to focus on the mundane, the daily routine that seemed to be the only thing grounding me in this house of chaos. I went through the motions—serving him, staying in the background, pretending like everything was okay when it so clearly wasn’t. But the tension in the air, the unspoken words between us, grew heavier with each passing minute.It wasn’t just Bianca’s presence lingering in the background anymore; it was the weight of my own emotions. The truth of what Damian had said to me, the promise he made to me—it all collided in my mind. But a part of me didn’t know how to feel about it anymore. Was I really willing to allow myself to believe that Damian was finally choosing me over her? Could I even trust him again after everything that had happened?I was still struggling to find my place in his life. I could no longer ignore the c
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Confrontation
Chapter Twenty-One: Confrontation Lena's POV The morning light seeps through the curtains. The gentle warmth is such a stark contrast to the cold knot twisting in my stomach. I hardly slept tonight. Every time I closed my eyes, Bianca's words rang inside my head like a knell of death. Her threats, Damian's hesitation, and it all feels like a jagged blade slicing through whatever fragile trust I had managed to build. I push the blanket aside and swing my legs off the bed, planting my feet on the cold floor. My body aches, but it's nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. The only way forward is through. I have to confront Damian. No more running from the truth. I open my door and step into the hall with trembling hands. The fresh coffee scent fills the air, together with the faint sound of Damian's movements in the kitchen. My heart pounds as I walk towards him, each step heavy with dread and determination. When I finally make it to the kitchen, he's standing by the sto
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Conversation
Chapter Twenty : Conversation Lena's POVThe sun streams through my window, painting warm streaks of gold across the pale walls. Home. After days in the sterile confines of the hospital, I am finally back within the comfort of my own space-though it doesn't feel as comforting as it should. The events of the last few days replay over and over in my head-the attack, the pain, the overwhelming fear. But through it all, there was Damian. He was always there, a lurking shadow who refused to let go, by my side, so I was never lonely.Even now, standing by the door to my bedroom, I could have sworn he is close enough that I might feel the weight of his protection-the halo of a shield that I never asked for, yet somehow need. My body heals, but my heart is heavier than it has ever been. The questions that gnaw at me aren't answered, and my trust in Damian is very much compromised. Still, his devotion cannot be denied, and it is just that contradiction which spins my head around.Damian has b
Dear Mafia, My Heart Belongs To You Unravel
Chapter Nineteen: UnravelsDamian's POVThe first morning rays peeked through the curtains as Damian sat amidst the dull glow of his private office. He hadn't slept, not even for a second. The happenings of the past night replayed in his mind like a broken record. The look on Lena's face, her tears, her accusations… they haunted him.He fisted his hands as he stared blankly at the half-empty glass of whiskey on the desk. It did nothing to drown his guilt or ease the storm that had been raging inside him."I will fix this," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I have to."A knock at the door broke through his thoughts. His right-hand man, Marco, stepped inside."We caught one of them," Marco said, keeping his voice low and cautious. "He's in the basement."Damian rose at once, his face hardening. "Good. I want answers." newPath Press---Scene 1: The InterrogationThe basement air was damp and cold, a stark contrast to the heated rage inside Damian. Tied to a chair, with his head hanging
