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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Slap
BENTLEY'S POVJust as I was about to step into the shower to wash up, I heard my phone buzzing insistently from the counter. I then wrapped a towel around myself. At first, I contemplated ignoring it, I guessed that it was just another group chat chatting about who-knows-what. I let out a sigh as I considered ignoring it—my hair was doing that weird thing where half of it had decided to become a rebellious curl and honestly, it needed taming more than I needed another notification.But curiosity—or maybe it was fate—nudged me to check.When I opened the message and I saw it was from Max. A simple text, but the underlying urgency was as obvious as the steam filling the room. "In the hospital. Could use a friend."Hospital? The word echoed in my mind, bouncing off my inner walls of panic and concern. Max, in the hospital? My heart did a little skip—not entirely out of worry, though. See, Max has this not-so-secret crush on me. Adorable, really, if a bit overwhelming at times. And now h
Last Updated : 2024-03-24SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Dramatic Clarissa
BENTLEY'S POVThe lobby buzzed with the low hum of tension and concern that always seems to hover like a cloud in places like this. I straightened my posture, trying to blend the aura of confidence with a dash of concern, appropriate for a hospital visit but not overly dramatic.Approaching the reception desk, I noticed the nurse, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, a spark of recognition lighting them up. It's funny how being the daughter of someone 'elite' can sometimes feel like you're wearing a neon sign on your forehead."Hi, I'm here to see Max," I said, aiming for casual but probably hitting somewhere closer to awkwardly formal.The nurse's attitude softened, perhaps picking up on my barely concealed nerves beneath the facade of calm. "Of course," she replied, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she looked up the room number. There was no hesitation, no request for ID or a barrage of questions about my relationship to the patient. The perks of a recognizable last name, I
Last Updated : 2024-03-25SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD The park
BENTLEY'S POV"Bentley? What happened?" Max's voice cut through the haze of my shock, pulling me back to the moment.I opened my mouth to speak, to somehow summarize the whole of insult and injury, but words failed me. How could I explain the hurt without making things worse between him and his mother?Max's gaze shifted from me to his mother, it was like he was piecing together the scene before him. "Mom, what did you do?" His voice was a mix of disbelief and anger, it was a rare edge that I had never heard before.His mother who was still filled with righteous self, opened her mouth, possibly to justify her actions, but Max raised his hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "This is not how we treat people. Especially not Bentley. She's here because she cares," he said firmly, his disappointment in his mother clear.The room fell silent, a long pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity. Max turned back to me, his eyes softening. "I'm so sorry, Bentley. You didn't deserve that. None of t
Last Updated : 2024-03-26SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Meeting Enzo
BENTLEY'S POVAs I walked along a path that was lined with old, towering oaks, I took in deep breaths, the fresh scent of grass and blossoms was acting as a balm to my shattered nerves. I spotted a group of elderly women practicing Tai Chi, their movements so in sync it looked like an planned slow-motion dance battle against an invisible foe. I walked a little further and I saw a street performer juggled fire sticks, his act was drawing tha attention of small and mesmerized crowd who has their expressions flickering with the reflected light of the flames.I continued to walk along the winding path, I couldn't help but smile at a particularly determined squirrel that was wrestling with an acorn almost as big as itself. Its efforts were a comical dance of persistence and frustration, I continued to watch as i welcomed the distraction from my own troubles.I found a bench by a small pond, I looked into the pond and the water was like a mirror reflecting the sky’s soft pastel hues. Ducks
Last Updated : 2024-03-27SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Talking with Enzo
BENTLEY'S POVHe shrugged, a twinkle in his eye. "You tell me. I'm just the hopeful hero in this chapter.""Hopeful, maybe. But this hero might need a better script," I teased, standing up. "I appreciate the effort, but I think I'll keep my story solo for now.”He paused, taken aback by my retort, then laughed, a hearty, genuine sound. "Fair enough. Can I at least offer you a coffee as an apology for my terrible astronomy?"I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. "I think I'll survive the cosmic loss, but thanks for the offer. Maybe try leading with something less celestial next time?"He tipped an imaginary hat, still smiling. "Will do. Have a wonderful day, Miss Universe."As I watched him walked away, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, the encounter was definitely a much-needed distraction from the day's earlier events. The park, with its vibrant life and unexpected demeanor, reminded me that the world was full of surprises, some complicated and painful, others simply amusi
Last Updated : 2024-03-28SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Blabbermouth
BENTLEY'S POVAs we settled into a cozy corner of the café, then the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the buzz of conversation around us made me feel good, I found myself going into tales of my life as the owner of the bar because for some odd reason, just like Accalia always told me, Enzo was really an easy going person anyone could trust."So, Enzo, picture this: it's a Friday night, the bar is packed and then suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of bachelorette party-goers storm in, decked out in tiaras and feather boas," I recounted and was gesturing animatedly with my hands like an excited kid.Enzo chuckled and then began leaning back in his chair with a grin. "Ah, the infamous bachelorette parties. I can only imagine the chaos they bring.""You have no idea," I replied with a mischievous twinkle in my eye. "But let me tell you about the time they decided to have a karaoke competition and let's just say, it was...memorable."As I kept him company with stories of wild night
Last Updated : 2024-03-29SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Running a bar
BENTLEY'S POVI leaned in closer and then I lowered my voice as if I was sharing a state secret. "One time, when two guys started arguing over who was the better superhero, I handed them a couple of capes and challenged them to a duel...with pool noodles."Enzo burst into laughter and I noticed how the sound echoed through the café and it earned us a few curious glances from nearby patrons. "You're kidding."I shook my head as I was still chuckling at the memory. "I wish I was. Let's just say it was the most epic battle of superheroes the bar has ever seen. And surprisingly, it ended with both of them passing out on the floor, cuddling their pool noodles like teddy bears."We laughed until tears streamed down our cheeks, the craziness of the situations I described was too much to contain for Enzo and I. In that moment that I was surrounded by laughter and good company, the stresses of the day seemed to melt away and it was replaced by the simple joy of shared moments and ridiculous co
Last Updated : 2024-03-30SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Sad
BENTLEY'S POVEnzo's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in, clearly eager to hear more about the colorful characters that frequented my bar. "So, what about drunk women? I imagine they must have their own share of antics."I nodded enthusiastically, a grin spreading across my face. "Oh, absolutely. Drunk women can be just as entertaining, if not more so, than their male counterparts."I paused for dramatic effect before launching into another round of storytelling. "Okay, picture this: it's ladies' night at the bar, and a group of friends comes in, ready to let loose and have a good time. One of them, let's call her Becky, decides she's going to be the life of the party."Enzo leaned in closer, clearly intrigued. "And what does Becky do to earn that title?""Well, let's just say Becky had one too many cocktails and suddenly thought she was a professional dancer," I explained, my laughter bubbling up at the memory. "She hops up on the nearest table and starts busting out moves l
Last Updated : 2024-03-30
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SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD The End
DON'S POV"I spoke with Bentley, her father is the police officer that ruled your sister's death as suicide." Luca said."So?""According to Bentley, Accalia family has no hand in it. Her father was threatened by the other gang and their new leader."I nodded slowly, understanding what he was saying. "We better get the truth out of Ken then, have you handed Florella over to the police?" I asked."Yes boss.""Good."We both headed down to the basement where Ken was being held captive, I needed to torture the truth out of his mouth.He was sitting against the wall with his arms tied behind his back, his wrists chained. His face bruised and bloodied, and his clothes covered in dried blood, he was still shivering, despite his cold exterior."What are you going to do with me?" He spat, spitting blood onto the floor of the dungeon."Well Ken Peterson , I'll give you an opportunity to answer a few of my questions and maybe I'll release you."Ken narrowed his eyes at me, "Why should I believe
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Pregnant
DON'S POV "You need to calm down son, I have no reason to kidnap your wife!" My father screamed in annoyance as I held him by the collar, accusing him of being responsible for Accalia sudden disappearance. it has been two days since I've heard from Accalia or seen her.i recalled telling her to go home first after the press conference but when I got home, she wasn't there and no one knew anything about her disappearance.I was beginning to go crazy over her absence, I felt like something bad happened to her and I couldn't control it, I was scared shitless.I was furious that I did not know what had happened to her.who the hell dared to kidnap my woman?!!!"I won't let anything happen to her!" I roared while I tightened my grip on my dad's neck and squeezed harder.After I released my grip, my father gasped and began coughing loudly."What the hell are you?!" He questioned me as he took several deep breaths."Do you really think that I am a weak minded coward like you?!" I replied
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Her duty
ACCALIA'S POVI noticed alot of crowds at the company today but I had no idea why but for some reason Enzo seemed tense and clinged to me."Is the company doing something today? why are there a lot of people and reporters outside?" I asked but before I could hear Enzo's response, an egg hit me on the head."She's the one that hurt our kitten!" The man shouted and everyone's attention was turned to me, I was so confused but had no time to process that confusion because people began hurling insults at me and the eggs kept on flying.I tried to defend myself but people would not allow it, many people were throwing eggs at me and they kept on hitting me and I had no way to avoid the hits. One egg managed to land on my head causing me to stagger.I wanted to defend myself, the insults weren't hurting anyone they were just getting their point across.Someone picked up a bottle and threw it at me. The impact of the bottle hitting me made me flinch.Enzo guided me through and I finally made
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Revenge
FLORELLA'S POVI frowned as I watched the new model, Accalia walk into the studio. She had a radiant smile on her face and everything about her just screamed beauty and perfection, no flaws or imperfections in sight.Her hair was styled in perfect waves that framed her face beautifully, her makeup perfectly complimented her gorgeous olive brown orbs and bright pink lipstick.She looked good. So good! So incredibly good that she could probably win any contest she was in! I almost gasped in admiration as I saw how breathtaking she really looked.I hated how beautiful she was, I never understood why anyone could want to look like that, but she was definitely an exception. She had a unique personality that drew people to her in a different way than everyone else did.I hated the fact that she was pretty that me and could easily over take me in the modeling world, there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. i have been bullying her for over two weeks since she came but she
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD nightmare
ACCALIA'S POVAfter hours of modeling and posing for countless pictures, it was time for me to go home and rest before I had to return to the studio again for another day full of work. My clothes were all wrinkled and dirty after being used so many times for clothing shoots.But I was tired and hungry. So, with only mild hesitance, I walked out of the studio to head back home. my phone chimed and I looked at it and saw it was a text from Don asking me to use the back door of the company and meet him at the car park where he was waiting for me.I smiled weakly at the text before I took the elevator to the car park tiredly.I exited the elevator and walked out of the building and saw Don standing at the entrance of the parking lot, he waved as soon as he saw me approaching and headed over to the car to help me inside. Once I was seated, he walked around the car to the drivers seat."Where is everyone?" I asked curiously, noticing no cars."They had to go somewhere." Is all he told me.
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Hate
ACCALIA'S POVI smiled as I dressed up for my first day at work, yes, my first day at work. I was so excited when Don told me to dress up today that I would resume work at his company as a model.I wanted to make a good first impression so I needed to dress up nicely. A white button down shirt and a black blazer were the two pieces of clothing I selected from my closet after I finished dressing in bed this morning. I also wore some light makeup but it wasn't much. Not too much, just enough to look like I hadn't slept with it all off last night. That made me think about something else - Don's lips... I shook my head trying to get rid of those thoughts.I brushed through my hair once more then applied one last coat of lip gloss before leaving my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I took a deep breath of air and exhaled deeply, hoping to calm myself before I headed down the stairs to meet Don."Good morning!" Don chirped happily when he saw me. I grinned back at him and walk
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Heading home
ACCALIA'S POVDon squeezed my hand reassuringly, his gaze filled with unwavering determination. "We can do this, Accalia," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands. "Together, we can face anything."With a heavy heart, I nodded in agreement, drawing strength from Don's unwavering faith in our future. As we boarded the bus and took our seats, I cast one last glance back at the village of Arinthia, its familiar streets now fading into the distance.And as the bus pulled away, carrying us towards an uncertain future, I knew that it was time to go back to my old life.As the bus journeyed towards the city, the landscape outside morphed from rolling hills to towering skyscrapers, a stark contrast to the quaint charm of Arinthia. With each passing mile, my heart grew heavier, the uncertainty of our future weighing heavily upon me.But as we finally arrived at our destination and stepped off the bus, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air. For the first time in what fel
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Nervous
ACCALIA'S POVDon wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as he felt my body tremble with suppressed sobs. "It's okay, Accalia," he whispered, his voice gentle yet filled with unspoken sorrow. "We'll be alright."But the dam had already broken, and I could no longer hold back the flood of emotions that surged within me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I buried my face in Don's chest, my heart aching with the pain of leaving behind everything I had ever known."It's just... so hard," I choked out between sobs, my voice muffled against Don's shirt. "Saying goodbye to everyone, to everything..."Don held me tighter, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know, Accalia," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But this isn't goodbye forever. We'll come back someday, I promise."His words offered little solace in the face of our imminent departure, but I clung to them nonetheless, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace. Together, we sat down on the worn wooden b
SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD Airport
ACCALIA'S POVWe climbed into the of the truck, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving behind another dear friend. Kito had always been there for us, offering his help and support whenever we needed it, and the thought of saying goodbye to him was almost too much to bear.As we settled into the worn leather seats of Kito's truck, a heavy silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine. I glanced out the window, watching as the familiar sights of Arinthia faded into the distance, my heart aching with the weight of farewell.The ride to the bus stop was a somber one, the only sound the steady hum of the engine and the occasional sniffle from one of us. Kito tried to lighten the mood with some of his trademark jokes, but even he seemed to be struggling to find his usual cheerfulness.As we neared the bus stop, Kito pulled over and turned off the engine, the silence that followed almost deafening in its intensity. "Well, this is it," he
