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Hayden's POV

It had been over an hour since the chaotic, surreal scene at my supposed wedding. The image kept replaying in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

Guests gasping in shock, my father’s cold, stoic face as he practically handed me over like a pawn in some twisted deal.

The black SUV hummed steadily beneath me as it sped away from the disaster I left behind. Two of Vincenzo’s bodyguards sat in the front, their presence silent but intimidating.

Their dark suits and earpieces made them look more like secret agents than criminals.

Beside me, Vincenzo sat with the calm, composed authority of a man who always gets what he wants. The subtle scent of his expensive cologne mingled with the smell of leather seats, and it was making my stomach churn.

I forced myself to stare out of the tinted window, watching the blur of city lights fade into distant hills.

My thoughts were chaotic. How could my father do this to me? Did he even care about what would happen to me? I didn’t know whether to cry or scream, but I did neither. I refused to give Vincenzo the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.

"What’s on your mind, Hayden?" his smooth voice cuts through the silence. I pretended I didn’t hear him, keeping my eyes fixed on the window.

A sudden warmth on my thigh makes me flinch violently. His hand rested there, firm and possessive, sending a jolt of panic through me. Memories from last night flash in my mind—memories I’m desperate to forget. My face burns with shame.

“The sooner you start talking to me, the better for you,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with warning.

His lips curled into a small, dangerous smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I swallow hard, my heart pounding against my ribs, but I stay silent.

The SUV finally slowed as we turned onto a long, winding driveway lined with towering trees. My breath caught in my throat as the mansion came into view.

It’s massive. Opulent.

A fortress disguised as luxury.

The towering iron gates stood like sentinels, gleaming under the faint glow of the driveway lights.

Surveillance cameras were mounted along the walls, their lenses swiveling like watchful eyes.

The car glided to a stop near the front steps, and a bodyguard promptly opened the door for me. His expression remained stone-cold as he gestured for me to step out.

My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to move. Vincenzo exited the SUV behind me, his presence heavy and inescapable.

The mansion loomed before us, its grand entrance framed by towering marble pillars. On the right side of the compound, a shimmering swimming pool stretches out like a miniature lake, reflecting the soft glow of garden lights. On the left, a meticulously maintained garden blooms with vibrant flowers, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air.

Despite the beauty, the place felt cold. Ominous. A prison wrapped in gold.

The massive front doors swung open, revealing an interior that was even more breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting shimmering light across marble floors. Plush carpets muffle our footsteps, and expensive artwork adorns the walls—paintings that probably cost more than my entire life savings.

The maids greet us with polite bows, their eyes carefully avoiding mine. There’s a tension in their movements, a fear that clings to the air like smoke.

I was led through a series of lavish hallways until we reached a private room. The door clicked shut behind me, and I was left alone in eerie silence.

The room is luxurious, furnished with a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, a velvet armchair by the window, and a chandelier that sparkles like a cluster of stars. But despite its elegance, it feels suffocating. The steel-reinforced door and bulletproof windows are a stark reminder that this isn’t a sanctuary—it’s a cage.

I paced back and forth, my thoughts racing.

What happens to me now? Am I going to be enslaved to a Mafia boss for the rest of my life?

Anger bubbled beneath my fear. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t agree to this. My father had sold me out like I was nothing, but I wasn’t going to let Vincenzo control me without a fight.

A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart raced.

"Hayden, open the door," Vincenzo’s voice commanded from the other side.

I froze, indecision paralyzing me.

"I said open the bloody door!" he snapped, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to turn the knob. The door creaked open, revealing Vincenzo standing there, his dark eyes locked onto mine.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a deliberate click. His expression was unreadable as he approached me, each step slow and calculated.

I instinctively backed away until my back hit the wall.

His presence was overwhelming, filling every inch of the room. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the walls and escape his piercing gaze.

His hand brushed against my chin, tilting my face upward.

"Next time when I ask you to open the door, you do so without hesitation. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, I understand," I stammered, my voice trembling.

"That's a good boy," he murmurs, his tone disturbingly gentle. "Now, I've got business to attend to. When I get back, I want you to be ready."

"Ready for what?" I managed to ask, my voice barely audible.

He just smiled—a smile that sends a chill down my spine—before turning and walking out. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

What did he mean by "ready"? The possibilities swirl in my mind, each one more terrifying than the last.

Three hours later:

The sky outside has turned dark, casting long shadows across the room. I hadn’t moved from my spot. My mind was a chaotic mess, but one thing has become clear—I couldn’t let myself be a prisoner forever.

I refused to be Vincenzo’s pawn.

A sudden noise outside catches my attention. I rushed to the window and peered out. Vincenzo’s car had returned, its sleek black frame gleaming under the mansion's lights.

My pulse quickened as I watched him step out, flanked by his bodyguards. They disappeared inside, and moments later, there’s a knock on my door.

This time, I didn’t hesitate. I opened it, revealing Vincenzo standing there with that same unsettling smile.

"Now that's a good boy," he remarks mockingly.

As he steps inside, I move swiftly, pulling the knife I’d hidden behind my back. My hands tremble, but I hold the blade tightly, refusing to show weakness.

"I want to go home now!" I demand, my voice strong despite the fear coursing through me.

"This is your home now, Hayden. Don’t you get that?"

"This isn’t my home!" I snap, my voice rising with defiance.

"Oh really?" He chuckles darkly. "Where’s your home then? With your daddy who handed you over to me like you were nothing?"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My eyes stung with unshed tears, but I refused to let them fall.

My momentary lapse in focus cost me. In a flash, Vincenzo lunged at me, disarming me with terrifying ease. The knife clattered to the floor, and before I could react, he pinned me to the bed. His body pressed against mine, his face mere inches from mine.

"You’re going to learn, Hayden," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Fighting me is useless."

I thrash beneath him, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, but his grip is unyielding.

Tears of frustration blur my vision. I hate how powerless I feel, but one thing remains certain—I won’t stop fighting.

Not now. Not ever.

“Don't you ever pull a knife against me. There will be punishment for acting out like this. But you're getting a free pass just this once." He said while gazing at my lips.

He pressed his lips against mine, sucking it with so much intensity, I lost complete control as I let him undress me, I watched rip his shirt off, revealing his chiseled abs. My eyes followed the line that trailed down his abdomen.

Suddenly being trapped with him wasn’t such a bad idea.

I could feel my mouth salivating as he kissed my body all the way down to my waist. It was quick and before I knew it he had slipped my pants off my hips.

Vincenzo’s eyes gleamed in amused knowing as moans left my lips with his ministrations.

"Do you want me to stop?"

The plea left my lips brokenly, "N-No!"

And at that moment, I felt his tongue on my dick. I begged him not to stop as he sucked on it with a lot of intensity. Within moments my vision went white and my thighs trembled as I rode a wave of orgasm crashing suddenly against me.

My dick felt tender and sensitive against Vincenzo’s warm mouth. He was swallowing my come, I realized with no small amount of embarrassment.

Then swiftly after he stood up with a pleased smirk on his face.

"Goodnight Hayden."

Surprise filled me as I watched him saunter off without even trying to have his way with me. When he left I heaved a large sigh and buried my face in the pillow next to me.

I couldn't help it, I kept remembering how good that felt, I knew I wanted more of it.