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ERICA The sound of muffled music from the club’s main floor still throbbed in my ears as I sat on the bench in the dressing room, my fingers fumbling to untie the straps of my heels. My entire body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry, sore and weak. The hours I’d spent on the stage felt heavier tonight, and the exhaustion dug deeper into my bones. I threw the heels into my bag, the clatter breaking the quiet of the room. For a moment, I sat there, letting my head fall into my hands. The dizziness hadn’t left since Raffael had locked me in that room, leaving me with nothing but my anger and hunger. No food. No water. Just silence and the four walls pressing in on me. He hadn’t said a word when he let me out hours later, his face a mask of cold indifference. The only thing he cared about was making sure I got to my shift on time. I bit my lip, trying to push the memory away, but it clung to me, suffocating and unrelenting. The note he’d sent at the grocery store fl
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RAFFAEL I ambled towards the house, a migraine throbbing at the side of my head. I felt so exhausted and drained. I had spent the entire night in my office, going over countless files and documents that seemed not to end. The port authorities were a serious pain in the ass not to mention the fuckers that hijacked my goods days ago. I still could not believe my capos had not tracked them yet. I give them one job to do and they are being so lazy about it! If not that I had other pressing issues at hand, I'd have killed the bastards that dared to steal from me. Currently right now, I was working on finding who had the audacity to send me a death threat via text message. I wasn't surprised though. This is the mafia and my life is a ticking time bomb. I had numerous enemies but my ability to crush them all was what kept me at the top. And may hell receive the soul of the cunt that sent that message to my phone. I'd make sure he meets his creator. My insiders , though t
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ERICA I woke up with a sharp pain in my head. It felt like someone had hit me with a hammer. My body was cold, and the floor underneath me was hard and damp. I tried to move, but something was stopping me. I tugged at my arms and legs and realized they were tied up. My hands were bound tightly behind my back, and my legs were tied too, keeping me in one spot. I blinked, trying to see, but the room was so dark. I couldn't make out anything. All I could smell was the horrible stench of mold and something rotten. My stomach turned, and I gagged, but there was nothing in my stomach to throw up. The air was thick with the smell, and the more I breathed it in, the sicker I felt. Where am I? How did I get here? Then it hit me. I left the club, trying to avoid the drizzle and hailed down the first cab I could see. I just wanted to get home and rest, atleast have a bit of peace before Raffael and Clarissa stirred trouble for me. But then the driver took a different route and when I
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ERICA A DAY LATER The air was suffocating, thick with the stench of mold and decay. I was cold, shaking uncontrollably, my wrists raw from the ropes biting into my skin. The faint light from the crack above barely touched the darkness around me. I had been here for a day already, fed with nothing but dried bread and water. My heart was pounding, and I couldn’t stop the tears sliding down my face. Will I make it out alive? What if Raffael never finds me? God please, just save me. I heard footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate. The door creaked open again, and this time, it was not just the driver. Another one followed him in, taller and broader, with a sneer plastered across his face. My stomach twisted and dread washed over me. "Well, well, look at her," the driver said, his voice filled with cruel amusement. He moved closer, and I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The taller man grinned, his eyes raking over me. "You didn't tell me she was t
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ERICAThe sterile scent of antiseptic stung my nose before my eyes even opened. Blinding white light flooded my vision as I blinked, the steady hum of a heart monitor filling the room. My throat felt dry, like sandpaper, and I swallowed, trying to remember what had happened.I had been kidnapped. Bound. Starved. But I was saved.Raffael saved me. He carried me like I was the most fragile creature in the world.The last thing I remembered was collapsing in his arms, exhaustion overtaking me. Now, I was here in this stark hospital room. How long had I been unconscious? A day? Two? Where was Raffael? More importantly, why had I been kidnapped? I had no enemies—at least none I could think of.Unless… it had something to do with Raffael.Of course it did. He was a crime boss. Someone must have taken me to get to him. Either I was bait, or they planned to kill me to send him a message.My thoughts shattered when the door to the ward burst open, slamming against the wall. I jumped, gasping a
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ERICA The dressing room smelled of cheap perfume and stale cigarettes. It wasn't a smell you ever got used to, no matter how long you worked here. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, a hollow version of myself I barely recognized anymore. A week had passed since I was discharged from the hospital, and here I was, back to this. Back to dancing for men who saw me as nothing more than a fleeting fantasy. It was another long, soul-draining night. I adjusted the straps of my skimpy outfit, the sequins scratching against my skin. The music from the club thudded faintly through the walls, a relentless reminder of the world I had to step into. "Erica!" Ray, the club manager, poked his head into the dressing room. His face was pinched, his voice sharp as always. "Raffael sent for you.“ My stomach clenched. Raffael. Just hearing his name made my pulse race and my skin crawl with a confusing mix of fear and... something else I didn't want to name. Why would he send for me now
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ERICA Days blurred into each other, heavy with an oppressive silence that seemed to cling to the walls of Raffael’s house. I spent most of my time holed up in the kitchen or my room, avoiding him whenever possible. It had been days since that night at the club, and I hadn’t seen much of him since. I should’ve been relieved. Grateful, even. But the memory of his touch lingered like an unwelcome ghost, refusing to fade. I hated myself for how easily I’d given in, for how my body had betrayed me in that moment. What’s wrong with you, Erica? I thought bitterly as I stirred a pot of marinara sauce on the stove. You’re supposed to be smarter than this. Stronger than this. I told myself I was lucky. Raffael had kept his distance, only appearing sporadically in the house, leaving me to my own devices. I prayed it would stay that way. The less I saw him, the better. I was just plating the pasta when I heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind me. My heart jumped, and I froze, gripping th
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ERICA The tension in the air felt suffocating as I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been over thirty minutes since Raffael had ordered me upstairs, and I had obeyed like a scolded child. Now, thirst clawed at my throat, the dryness an excuse to leave this room that felt more like a prison with every passing second. But I hesitated. What if Raffael was still downstairs? He’d told me to go to my room, and I wasn’t sure how he’d react if he saw me wandering around. I hated the thought of facing him—his dark eyes filled with whatever storm brewed behind them. Still, I reasoned with myself, I couldn’t stay in here forever. It was just water. If he asked, I’d explain. Simple. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of conversation coming from downstairs. As I walked cautiously, the murmur of voices grew louder. Passing by the door to Raffael’s study, I paused. The door
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ERICA I stirred awake slowly, feeling the soft pull of consciousness dragging me out of sleep. The air was still, quiet, except for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the room. My body felt heavy, cocooned in warmth, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to slip back into the comfort of sleep. But something felt… off. Like I wasn’t alone. A strange, prickling sensation crawled up my spine, the kind you get when you’re being watched. My brows furrowed as I shifted slightly, stretching my legs beneath the plush covers. The feeling didn’t go away. I hesitated before finally cracking my eyes open, my vision blurry at first. As the haze cleared, my gaze landed on the doorway—and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Raffael. Standing there. Watching me. I shot up so fast that the blanket pooled around my waist. A startled gasp ripped from my throat. “Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?!” Raffael didn’t even flinch. He just leaned against the doorframe, arms cros
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ERICA The disposable camera hung loosely from my wrist as we walked out of the store, Raffael’s words still echoing in my head: “The real fun begins now.” I wasn’t sure what his idea of fun was, but so far, I had to admit he’d done a good job of keeping things lighthearted. The thought made me smile as we strolled down the street, his presence steady beside me. We’d spent the morning walking through the city, and though the camera was supposed to be for me to capture things that caught my attention, I noticed Raffael was snapping pictures, too—mostly of me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I called him out once, playfully swatting at his hand as he clicked another sneaky shot. “You’re supposed to be capturing the scenery, not stalking me with that thing.” “I am capturing the scenery,” he replied with a smirk. “You just happen to be the most interesting part of it.” I scoffed but couldn’t stop the heat from rising to my cheeks. I turned my attention to the bustling streets, takin
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ERICA The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, pulling me from my sleep. I stretched lazily, the ache of yesterday’s travel still lingering in my bones. For a moment, I lay there in silence, taking in the comfort of the plush bed beneath me. I hadn’t even realized how exhausted I was when we arrived yesterday. The moment we stepped into Raffael’s penthouse, sleep had taken over, leaving me with no energy to explore my surroundings. Sitting up, I finally took the time to look around the room. It was breathtaking—spacious yet intimate, with large windows that let in an abundance of natural light. The walls were a soft cream color, accented with abstract artwork that looked like it cost more than I could ever imagine. The furniture was sleek and modern, with a cozy touch that made the room feel warm despite its size. A large chandelier hung above, its crystals catching the morning light and scattering tiny rainbows across the walls. It felt like stepping into a dif
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ERICAThe early morning air was crisp and carried the faint scent of jet fuel as I followed Raffael onto his private jet. The sleek design of the aircraft, with its polished leather seats and pristine interior, screamed luxury, and I couldn’t help but feel out of place as I climbed the steps. This was a world I didn’t belong in, but here I was, trapped in it nonetheless. Raffael strode ahead of me, his presence commanding as always, while I trailed behind, trying not to let my nervousness show. This was the first time I’d been on a private jet, and the idea of being thousands of feet in the air in such close quarters with him made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t fully understand—or want to. I settled into one of the plush seats near the window, hoping to distract myself by staring out at the empty runway. Raffael sat across from me, already scrolling through his phone, completely unfazed by the extravagance surrounding us. I envied how calm and composed he always seemed, as if not
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ERICA I sat on the couch, a book open in my lap, my eyes glued to the same paragraph I’d read three times already. It was supposed to be an escape, something to keep my mind occupied, but tonight, it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home. I couldn’t stop thinking about Chloe. She was gone, really gone. The realization still hit me like a cold slap every time it resurfaced. No matter how hard I tried to move past it, her face would flash in my mind—her smirks, her sneers, the way she’d always made me feel so small and out of place. Chloe and I had never been friends, not even
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CLARISSA I couldn’t stop pacing. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and every breath I took felt shallow and labored. Ray’s living room, usually calm and orderly, now felt like it was closing in on me. The walls seemed smaller, the air suffocating, and no matter how much I tried to slow my thoughts, they kept spiraling. My hands shook as I ran them through my hair, my palms clammy. “I can’t do this, Ray,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. My voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything I was feeling. “Clarissa, stop,” Ray said for the fifth time, his voice low and calm, but it only frustrated me further. He stood by the couch, leaning against the armrest with his arms crossed, as though we were discussing something trivial. His composure made me want to scream. “Stop?” I snapped, spinning around to glare at him. “How do you expect me to stop when everything is falling apart? Chloe is dead, Ray!
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ERICA DAYS LATER This past few days had been… strange. Raffael had been unusually busy, barely around the house. It was almost like he’d disappeared into thin air. I couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to come home later and later every night. Not that I could complain—he’d practically ordered me to stay away from the club. His exact words were, “You’re not setting foot there for a while.” I didn’t know why, and I wasn’t about to press him for answers. A part of me was relieved, though. It meant I was temporarily free from being his personal maid or errand girl at the club. For once, I could just… exist. My days had settled into a quiet, repetitive rhythm: cleaning the house, reading whatever I could find in the mansion’s massive library, and taking long walks in the gardens. The nights, however, were different. Lonely. The mansion felt hollow without him here. Not that I’d admit it to myself, but his absence left an emptiness I didn’t know how to fill. I’d sit at the din
