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48: Not Even Distance Can Save Me
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How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 49: If You Let Go, Do You Lose Me?
POV: BeatriceHis hold tightened for a moment before he pulled back just enough to scan my face, his eyes running over every inch of me like he needed to memorize my existence, to confirm I was real. There was no mistaking the raw emotion in his expression—a mix of fury, fear, and something darker, something unspoken."Come home," he said, his voice both a command and a plea.I shook my head, my resolve solidifying even as my body ached from his warmth. "I can’t. I won’t."His brows furrowed, his grip tightening just slightly. "Why not?""That house..." I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "It suffocates me. I shouldn’t be afraid to exist just because it doesn’t fit your idea of safety.""It’s for your protection!" he snapped, his desperation cutting through the anger.I met his gaze head-on, forcing him to see the truth in my eyes. "This isn’t about protection, Ryuu. It’s about control. And I can’t live like that. The more you try to trap me, the harder I’ll fight to escape."His nostr
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How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 49: If You Let Go, Do You Lose Me?
POV: BeatriceHis hold tightened for a moment before he pulled back just enough to scan my face, his eyes running over every inch of me like he needed to memorize my existence, to confirm I was real. There was no mistaking the raw emotion in his expression—a mix of fury, fear, and something darker, something unspoken."Come home," he said, his voice both a command and a plea.I shook my head, my resolve solidifying even as my body ached from his warmth. "I can’t. I won’t."His brows furrowed, his grip tightening just slightly. "Why not?""That house..." I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "It suffocates me. I shouldn’t be afraid to exist just because it doesn’t fit your idea of safety.""It’s for your protection!" he snapped, his desperation cutting through the anger.I met his gaze head-on, forcing him to see the truth in my eyes. "This isn’t about protection, Ryuu. It’s about control. And I can’t live like that. The more you try to trap me, the harder I’ll fight to escape."His nostr
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 48: Not Even Distance Can Save Me
POV: Beatrice"Shit…" I muttered, pressing my face into the pillow, trying—failing—to smother the rising panic. "What have I done? How could I forget how powerful Ryuu is?"Sophia’s firm grip on my shoulder pulled me back. Her fingers squeezed lightly, grounding me until I finally lifted my eyes, the heat of my tears still burning my cheeks. Her gaze was steady, an anchor in the middle of my storm."Beatrice, look at me," she said, her voice softer now but no less certain. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you. My uncle won’t let it. We’re here for you. I’m here for you." She squeezed my hand, her warmth seeping into my skin, offering a comfort I hadn’t expected. "If you need to talk, I’m ready to listen. About that night… or whatever is going on between you and Ryuu. This stays between us."The tears kept falling, uncontrollable. I never imagined I’d have someone like Sophia, someone willing to fight for me. Before my marriage, support was scarce, limited to my aunt… and my cousins.
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 47: A Door Left Open
POV: BeatriceThe mansion was silent, but the weight of its presence pressed down on me, suffocating. Every breath felt stolen, every step a betrayal. I moved through the corridors with the precision of someone who knew the cost of getting caught. The cold marble beneath my feet sent a chill up my spine, grounding me in the reality of what I was doing. I was running. Escaping. Finally breaking free from the cage that had held me captive for too long.Each shadow felt like a threat, each flicker of movement a warning. My pulse hammered in my ears as I reached the grand entrance, fingers trembling against the cool brass of the door handle. The night air hit me like a slap, crisp and unforgiving, but I welcomed it. It was the first real breath I had taken in months.I didn’t have time to hesitate. The estate was crawling with guards, men who answered to Ryuu, men who wouldn’t hesitate to drag me back inside. My only advantage was that they never expected me to run. Not like this.Then, f
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 46: A Fragile Escape
POV: Beatrice Sophia didn’t bother with pleasantries."You look awful," she said, her gaze steady, sharp. "Problems with Ryuu?"I exhaled slowly, sinking into my seat at the small café. My fingers curled around the warmth of the teacup, grounding myself. Outside, the city hummed with life, indifferent to the storm brewing inside me."I hate that he’s always the first topic," I muttered, voice tight.It was inevitable. Every conversation circled back to Ryuu, to the Morunaga name that clung to me like chains. Even when I tried to escape, he was there, lurking in the shadows of my thoughts."Alright." Sophia leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, studying me. "So, what do you want to talk about?"I forced a smile, but even I could feel how brittle it was."How are your classes?" I asked, reaching for anything that wasn’t my life.Sophia’s expression darkened instantly, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup."Don’t get me started," she groaned. "I spent days on an essay, a
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 45: The Breaking Point
POV: BeatriceIt all made sense now. Every twisted, broken piece of the puzzle fell into place. My mother had taken her own life because of his betrayal. And me? I had been cast into the very family that had destroyed her, all to soothe the wounded pride of a man who deserved nothing but ruin."You… you’re disgusting," I spat, tears burning my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.He didn’t try to defend himself. He simply lowered his head in disgrace."I am many things," he admitted bitterly.My hands trembled with unspent rage, my nails digging into my palms. I looked at him then, and all I could feel was contempt."A father isn’t one of them. And neither is a husband."He stepped toward me, but the warning in my eyes kept him frozen in place. He wouldn’t dare.The shrill buzz of a phone sliced through the suffocating silence. He glanced at the device, relief flashing across his face as he reached for his jacket."I have to go," he muttered, not daring to meet my eyes.I nodded, unm
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 44: A House of Betrayals
POV: BeatriceI woke to a weight pressing against my chest, familiar and suffocating. Next to me, Ryuu worked in silence, the dim glow of his screen flickering across his face. No words were exchanged. I couldn’t even look at him properly when I stepped out of the shower, dressed, and left the room with the sole purpose of avoiding him.The irony wasn’t lost on me. He had spent our entire marriage keeping me at a distance, and now, I was the one retreating. A cruel reversal, but necessary. Until I knew the truth—until I confirmed whether Ryuu had a hand in the lies surrounding my mother—I couldn’t stand being near him.The photographs I had found haunted me. My mother had not died in a hospital after my birth, as I had been told. No, she had died here, in the Morunaga estate. The weight of that revelation made my stomach churn. I needed answers. And I knew exactly where to get them.Downstairs, I found Fukui in the kitchen, his usual composed demeanor at odds with the storm inside me.
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 43: Unspoken Truths
POV: Beatrice"How are you feeling this morning?" Dr. Takagi asked, his fingers poised over his keyboard."Fine…" I hesitated. "I threw up again. Felt a little off-balance."The shift in the room was immediate. Neither Ryuu nor I had mentioned it before leaving. I hadn’t wanted to worry them. Now, it was unavoidable."Common with concussions," Dr. Takagi said, typing. "Still dizzy? What did you eat this morning?"My grip on my purse tightened, nails digging into the leather. The weight of their gazes pressed down on me. I just wanted this to be over. I wanted to forget last night, even though I knew I never would."I feel weak, but the headache only hurts if I touch it. No nausea now. I had fruit, granola, coffee. Got up too fast, that’s when I felt sick."The rhythmic click of keys filled the silence. Dr. Takagi nodded slightly, recording everything. Finally, he turned back to me, hands clasped, eyes flicking toward Fukui before settling on me again."You need rest. No screens, no st
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 42: A Line in the Dark
POV: BeatriceRyuu didn’t meet my eyes as he spoke. "Our security has been compromised. Whoever that bastard was, he wasn’t working alone. There are powerful people involved."Powerful. The word sent a fresh wave of unease through me. I already knew the intruder hadn’t acted alone—I remembered the phone call, the urgency in his voice. But hearing Ryuu confirm it made it real in a way I wasn’t prepared for. Who had the audacity to challenge him? I was lucky to be alive.His hand landed on my shoulder, firm but careful, and I flinched before I could stop myself. Instinctively, I grabbed his wrist, gripping tight as if grounding myself. The wounds on my palms pulsed, a sharp reminder of everything that had happened. I let go, shoving my hands back into the warm water, the sting a cruel comfort."He was on the phone," I admitted, my voice rough, barely more than a whisper. "He hit me before I saw him. I don’t even know what he used. Everything after that is… blurry."Ryuu didn’t respond
How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster 41: No Safe Haven
POV: BeatriceTerror clawed at my throat as I forced my body to move, dragging myself across the floor. Every inch was agony, the sharp bite of glass slicing into my palms, the pounding in my skull making the world tilt violently. My breath came in ragged gasps, my lungs refusing to expand fully. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let the darkness swallow me whole.To my left, a voice carried through the haze—sharp, mocking, laced with cruel amusement. My fingers trembled as they curled around a jagged shard of glass, slick with blood, my own pain insignificant in the face of survival. The man’s laugh cut off as I pushed myself upright, my legs shaking beneath me.He stood just feet away, a phone clutched in one hand, a gun in the other. He hadn’t expected me to still be conscious. That moment of hesitation was all I needed.I lunged.The glass drove deep into his throat, the impact reverberating through my arm. A strangled gasp escaped him, wet and broken, as blood spilled in thick, pulsing
