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GOLDEN WEIGHT
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2025-04-18 03:38:45
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KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A DOOR SLIGHTLY OPEN
The estate buzzes with a still, oppressive tension, its corridors filled with mysteries I am uncertain I want to explore. I proceed cautiously, my breathing controlled, my heartbeat even as I venture further into the darkness. Raymond's universe is structured around control, with every aspect carefully organized and every action considered. And yet, for the first instance, something seems... amiss. The door to his study is ajar, just enough to beckon me closer, just enough to seem like a welcoming gesture. Or an assessment. I do not hesitate. Entering, I encounter the aroma of leather and vintage whiskey, with the soft glow of subdued lamplight creating elongated shadows in the space. The desk is a structured mess of papers and ledgers, figures written in neat, graceful script. A half-filled crystal decanter rests beside a pile of papers, and next to it, shining in the dim light, lies a silver key. I grab it instinctively, the chilly metal against my hand, my hold becoming firmer
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A DOOR THAT REMAINS OPEN
The cross of the moment descends into my chest, heavy and firm, as I find myself at the edge of a decision I have lost faith in. The captivity of Raymond's property is neither constructed from stone and mortar nor created from the imposing iron gates that stand outside. They consist of something much more unsafe-his spirit, his impact, the quiet pull that binds me to a realm I previously vowed to never revisit. I hold the notebook more tightly, noticing the rough margin of its faded pages dig into my hand, a solid reminder of all I have consumed this evening. Each carefully recorded aspect of my living, every intentional action, every spoken and unspoken word, all kept as though I am not an individual but an outlined, a particularly engineered blueprint that has infinitely belonged to him. Raymond observes me from the stairs, his look unemotional, yet I notice the meaning of his stare biting my skin like a mark. He need not say anything, nor does he have to remind me of what I'm alr
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON THE COST OF AUTHORITY
The walls of Raymond's estate exude a silence that seems unnatural, dense and stifling, as though the outside world has disappeared entirely. I navigate the softly illuminated corridors, my bare feet hardly producing a noise on the frigid marble, yet the burden of my own confinement feels more oppressive than the atmosphere surrounding me. Three days. It's been three days since I ceased running. It's been three days since I reentered the cage I vowed I'd never go back to. Since that time, Raymond has not pressured me into anything. He observes me with that same hushed intensity, a man who never asks but invariably anticipates. His calmness disturbs me more than any aggressive explosion ever might. I have no faith in it, don't believe how the walls appear to tighten around me without him ever having to elevate his voice. However, I'm aware that this calm won't endure. Raymond's universe does not permit tranquility. It does not permit tranquility. And I recall that the instant th
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON NO GOING BACK
The scent of blood and smoke fills the air. The estate, previously a sign of strength, now resembles a war zone. Bodies are strewn across the earth, with some moaning in agony while others remain entirely motionless. The Ivanovs' crew battles with all their strength, yet Raymond's team is merciless, conditioned to eliminate without a second thought. I remain motionless at the doorway, the firearm still hot in my grip, my breathing quickening. I spot Raymond amidst the turmoil, moving as if he's a part of it. He battles with accuracy, each strike, every motion planned. He doesn't waver, doesn't pause. This is his domain, and he holds full authority. However, I notice another thing-motion behind him. A man in black emerged from the darkness, gun drawn and aimed at Raymond's back. I do not think. I raise my weapon, fingers trembling, heart pounding within my chest. I shoot. The bullet slices through the air, striking the man in the chest before he manages to pull the trigger. He f
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON NO SECURE SPOT
The evening atmosphere is dense, filled with the aroma of rain, yet within Raymond's mansion, all is quiet. The stillness envelops me, stifling in a manner I hadn't realized previously. I stay awake in the bed that used to be mine, gazing at the ceiling, waiting for noises that never arrive. I do not fit in here. However, departing is not a choice. Not when I'm aware of what Raymond will do if I attempt it once more. Not when I'm aware that, in his perspective, I was never intended to depart originally. A soft knock on the door surprises me, causing me to sit up abruptly, my heart pounding. My body still bears the fatigue of running, battling, enduring, yet my mind is more acute than ever. I stay silent, yet the door opens regardless. Lorenzo enters, his expression inscrutable. "We are facing an issue." His tone is quiet, careful. I shove the blankets aside, feeling restless already. "What type of issue?" Lorenzo rests against the doorframe, his arms folded. "Tonight, Raymond i
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON CAUGHT ONCE MORE
Carter's hold strengthens on my wrist, his fingers pressing into my skin as he pulls me back. My body crashes into his chest, forcing the breath from my lungs. I fight, writhing, grasping at his arm, but he won't release it. "Take it easy," he whispers, his breath gentle against my ear. "Wouldn't like to harm yourself." The shots keep firing all around us. Men yell, metal grinds on concrete, and the strong odor of smoke lingers in the atmosphere. I catch a glimpse of Lorenzo from the side, hiding behind a dark vehicle, his weapon drawn as he looks for an unobstructed target. However, he does not shoot. He is unable to. Not while I'm held in Carter's grip. Raymond stands by the entrance of the warehouse, his expression a facade of icy rage. His firearm is already targeted, firm and resolute. However, he does not fire the weapon. For a brief moment, his gaze locks onto mine, and a sharp ache twists within my chest. Carter laughs softly. "Take a look at that." The magnificent Raymond
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON NO MORE RUNNING
The sirens fade into the distance as Lorenzo speeds away from the warehouse, the city lights blurring past us. My pulse is still racing, my body tense, every nerve on edge from the chaos that just unfolded. My arm stings where Carter's bullet grazed me, but the pain barely registers. My mind is spinning, replaying every moment, every second of the encounter.Carter got away.But not for long.Raymond sits beside me in the backseat, silent, his fingers tapping against his knee in slow, calculated movements. He hasn't looked at me since we got in the car, but the energy radiating off him is dangerous, vibrating with restrained violence. I can feel it in the air, thick and suffocating.He's furious.Not just because Carter escaped, but because I almost got taken from him again.I should feel relieved that I got away. That I fought back. That I survived.But the look in Raymond's eyes tells me this isn't over.Not until Carter is dead.Not until there's no one left to take me from him.Lo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON I CAN'T ESCAPE
Returning to the estate, everything feels altered. Carter has left. The danger has passed. However, I do not feel liberated. I remain in my room, gazing at the walls, at the door that doesn't require locking anymore. I could leave if I wished. Nobody is pursuing me anymore. Nobody is coming for me. However, the idea of departing doesn't provide the comfort I anticipate. Where should I head? My dad has passed away. Carter has left. The life I used to live is gone now. I have no one and nothing beyond these walls, no one anticipating my return. The home is quiet, yet I am aware that Raymond is present. He consistently is. Somewhere beneath these walls, he operates with the same silent control he always maintains. His soldiers traverse the corridors, vigilant and prepared, despite the fact that the fight has concluded. But is it truly finished? I draw my knees to my chest, inhaling deeply. The air has the scent of fresh linen, premium wood polish, and something untainted by the ou
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-18
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KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON STRUGGLE
Evading Raymond is akin to attempting to restrain the ocean's waves. Regardless of my efforts, he always manages to invade my existence, dragging me down before I'm aware that I'm sinking. And the most disappointing aspect? I'm unsure whether I wish to be rescued. Another Unsuccessful Try I rise up resolved. Today, I will not focus on him. I will avoid looking at him. I won't allow my heart to deceive me with its foolish, racing beats whenever he is close. I remain in my room for the majority of the morning, not daring to look out the window in case I spot him. Yet by afternoon, the walls seem to be closing in on me, overwhelming me with thoughts I wish to avoid. I require oxygen. I enter the garden, the cool breeze refreshing my warm skin. The sun shines brightly, the sky is infinite, and for a fleeting instant, I sense freedom. And afterward- "Escaping once more?" I stop moving. Certainly. Certainly, he is here. I inhale slowly before I turn. Raymond is positioned at th
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON DREAM
I awaken with a startled breath, my chest heaving up and down swiftly. My heart races within my chest as I rise from bed, clutching the blankets. My body feels heated, my hands sweaty, and for a brief moment, I find it hard to distinguish reality from the dream I just experienced. A vision. No, it seemed too genuine. I shut my eyes tightly, attempting to remember every detail. The gentle light of golden chandeliers, the sound of voices gradually disappearing as I remained in the center of an elegant ballroom. My gown was white, lengthy, and draped softly like silk on my skin. And afterward- Raymond. He stood before me, his tailored suit fitting his form impeccably. His gaze-deep, powerful, fixed solely on me. His face contained an emotion I had never encountered before. Weakness. He then knelt down on one knee. "Gracie," his voice resonated in my thoughts. "I'm unsure how this occurred, but I can't imagine a future without you." "Wed me." The recollection causes my breath to c
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON SPIRIT
As soon as I hear her voice, a chill runs through my entire body. I can tell who it is without needing to face them. That piercing, authoritative voice. That presence that causes the atmosphere in the room to change. Georgia Silver. Raymond's mom. My breath halts in my throat as I turn gradually, my heart racing. And there she stands, in the middle of the living room as if she controls the universe. Her sleek, dark dress clings to her tall figure, and her striking blue eyes-resembling Raymond's-examine the room with a look of hardly masked disdain. Next to her is a man I have encountered only once before-Raymond's father, a silent but similarly imposing figure. However, it's she who frightens me the most. My abdomen contorts in agony. I recognize that expression in her gaze. She doesn't have to vocalize it-I can already perceive it in my mind. What on earth is she still doing here? "Raymond," Georgia says, her tone cutting like a knife. "We arrived to talk business, but instead
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON AFFECTION AND ANXIETY
I walk back and forth in my room, my heart thumping against my chest. My hands shake, and I'm not sure why. It's merely breakfast. It's merely Raymond facing me, urging me to eat. That shouldn't evoke any feelings in me. Yet it does. I glide my hands along my arms, attempting to dispel the discomfort creeping across my skin. My mind is weighed down by thoughts, and regardless of my efforts to dismiss them, they continually return. "What is the matter with me?" I murmur, gazing at my image in the mirror. The girl gazing at me appears to be unfamiliar. Her hair is untidy, her lips are a bit puffy from yesterday's kiss, and her eyes-oh, her eyes-carry an overwhelming mix of feelings. I tightly shut my eyes, taking a deep breath. This is not love. It isn't possible. How could I be attracted to a killer? Raymond is perilous, merciless. I have witnessed him inflict pain on men without flinching. I have listened to their cries resonating within the mansion, pleading for compassion th
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON A RISKY EMBRASE
The atmosphere surrounding us is dense, filled with a sensation I can't quite grasp. I remain stuck in position, my back against the wall. Raymond is in front of me, his shirt drenched with the blood of another man. The metallic aroma hangs in the air, potent and overwhelming. His deep-set eyes remain fixed on mine. He is anticipating something. Perhaps he's anticipating that I will flee, shout, or plead. However, I engage in none of those activities. I cannot. I can't figure out what's the matter with me. Raymond raises his hand, the one still smeared with blood, and holds it near my face. I recoil, my breath catching. However, rather than making contact with me, he grins and wipes it on his shirt. "You're not sprinting," he states, his tone subdued, nearly playful. I gulp, my throat parched. "Am I supposed to?" He inclines slightly, his eyes darting to my lips for a brief moment before going back to my gaze. "Indeed." I sense my heart pounding in my chest, urging me to go,
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
The mansion is quiet at this time, with only the sporadic noise of guards walking outside. I sit with my legs crossed on my bed, gazing at the ceiling, my mind a battlefield of opposing thoughts. I ought to dislike this place. I ought to dislike Raymond Silver. However, I do not. Not completely. I released an exasperated sigh, falling onto my back. I was meant to be a captive, right? A prisoner in her reality, a girl taken from all she understood. Here I stand, clad in silk pajamas, surrounded by a wardrobe of designer gowns and an abundance of opulence beyond my wildest dreams. Raymond purchases items for me. He ensures I eat, that I rest properly, and that I'm never at risk. He never puts his hands on me in rage. It feels as though I am- I suddenly sit up, my heart racing. No. That's absurd. That's crazy. However, my deceitful mind refuses to release it. What if... what if I were his spouse? I snicker, shaking my head in disbelief at my own actions. "You're losing it, G
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON THE BURDEN BY HIS AFFECTION
Raymond undergoes a transformation following that evening. At first, it's understated-small details that I nearly overlook. He begins to place small presents outside my door-items I never request but somehow require. A cozy sweater for those chilly nights. A book I briefly referred to before. A fragile bracelet, the sort I would have adorned when my life was truly my own. I can't comprehend why he does it. I don't inquire. However, every time I awaken to discover another present, my heart constricts with an emotion I hesitate to label. Raymond Silver lacks love. He is indifferent. And still... I notice it in how he observes me when he believes I'm unaware. The manner in which his hands hover when he gives me something. How his expression gently softens, just a little, whenever I talk. He does not utter the words. However, I sense them. The Issue with Love One night, Lorenzo brings a parcel to my room. In contrast to the rest, this one is covered in silver paper and securely
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON HAZARDOUS ADMIRATION
Time goes by, yet a change occurs between Raymond and me. At first, it's subtle-a prolonged gaze, a gentler voice when he addresses me, the manner in which he observes me when he believes I'm not watching. However, I observe. I'm always aware. Initially, I convince myself it's trivial. Perhaps he's simply being more cautious with me, handling me in another way due to what nearly occurred when I attempted to end my life. Perhaps this is his way of ensuring my stability, preventing me from drifting away once more. Yet, at my core, I understand it goes beyond that. I notice it in how his eyes deepen in color when I enter the space. The way his fingers lightly touch mine when he gives me something. The manner in which he remains too near when it isn't necessary. And what frightens me the most? I don't withdraw. One evening, I find myself in the magnificent library, a place I've never had the bravery to explore previously. The shelves rise up, packed with books that likely cost more
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON TWO DISTINCT PLACES
Raymond starts to devote more time to me. Initially, I believe it's merely a coincidence-him discovering me in the library, joining me for meals, or walking by when I'm in the garden. However, I quickly understand that it's deliberate. He's trying to be near me, to communicate with me, to ensure I feel like... I fit in here. I'm unsure of the reason. Perhaps he feels remorse for all that has occurred. Perhaps he's simply uninterested. Or perhaps, beneath the surface, he genuinely appreciates having me around. One evening, following dinner, he trails me to the lounge. I settle on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me, while he occupies the chair opposite me. "You never inquire about anything," he suddenly remarks. I look up, bewildered. "What are you trying to say?" "Many individuals are interested in learning about me." He reclines, supporting his arm on the chair's side. "They seek to understand my identity, my origins, and my activities." "Yet you... you never inquire." I rais
