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Chapter 41: The Heiress's Change of Plans
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[Juliette’s POV] Julie… Agatha? Julie… A figure appeared before me. I tried to move closer. But I couldn't feel anything. I heard my desperate voice calling out to her. Mother! Mother? Is that really her? The figure cleared into the silhouette of a woman with an hourglass figure and a fist-sized hair bun. I squinted to take a better look and backed away in shock. Mother!! I cried out. My voice echoed in my mind. Where've you gone? I ran towards her. The closer I got, the more detailed her features. Are you in love with the Virtus, Julie? Her voice floated towards me. I paused and stared at her displeased look. You're in love with Ralph Virtus, aren't you, Julie? I shook my head. No, mother, it's not what it seems. I can explain... hear me out.... He's a savage, Julie! As were those before him! If you stayed married to him, it would be the end of all of us! The end of the Lux line! He would kill us all! He's the Devil! My heart sank. I… I'm not in love w
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 43: The Past Triggered
[Juliette’s POV] I arrived at the dining area for my breakfast, and, to my surprise, Ralph was at his usual seat reading off his iPad. Don’t say anything, I told myself. But, my mouth was never obedient. “Why are you here?” Without looking up, he replied in a tone that finds my question annoyingly stupid. “Last I heard, this is my mansion. So why do you act surprised to see me?” I took my usual seat, which is beside his, and frowned, equally annoyed. “Agatha said you didn’t come home last night.” I glanced down at the plate of baguette and warm soup laid on the table before me, and then back at the stone, cold face. “Naturally, that means you won’t be home for the next few days.” I sarcastically refer to his habit of taking off whenever he did something awful and shirking his responsibility. To hit him where it hurts the most, I bluntly added with a careless shrug, “That’s what I learned during my time at the Virtus Mansion. And I am proud to say that I learned it well.”
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 44: The Battle Begins
[Juliette’s POV] “Take it back,” Agatha said sharply. “Tell Joseph to cook again.” Immediately, the servants removed the plates of food from the table. “What’s wrong with the food, Agatha?” I asked, squinting in puzzlement. Agatha maintained a professional smile. “My apologies, Julie. I’ll get Joseph to make something else.” I glanced at the servants disappearing into the doorway that led to the kitchen, picturing Joseph thrashing at them for returning his food. I turned back to Agatha and asked, “But, won’t Joseph be upset? We’ve never sent something back like that.” Agatha turned to Ralph, who was staring at the table as though there was a dirty spot on it, and bowed apologetically. “Fret not, Mr. Ralph. The food will be ready in ten minutes.” Ralph gave a quick nod, and Agatha left for the kitchen. Alone with the Mafia King, I decided to confront him about Luke. Agatha had sent him dozens of texts and made numerous calls, but he hadn't responded to any of them, an
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 45: Wits VS Calculations
[Agatha's POV] Five days later… A dreaded feeling settled in Agatha’s chest. The party would be starting in an hour, at seven, and she had been standing at the top of the steps before the main entrance, taking stock of the guests as they streamed in. No one was snorting at her with derision. Agatha had purposely left out Julie's little plan from her daily hourly report to the new master, so why was everyone arriving in big smiles? ***** [Juliette’s POV] Today’s the day Ralph’s plan would be ruined once and for all. The Lux Mansion had been hosting numerous parties, which got bigger and grander since the very first one. I know parties; I know how they run, what makes people tick, and where the ripples would flow after a tiny stone was dropped in the pond of vulnerable prides and sensitive hearts. Once the guests saw their names misspelt on the invitation cards, they would only show up with one intention: to give their piece of mind to the head of the family—Ralph Virtus.
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 46: The Mafia King's Surprise
[Juliette’s POV] I spotted Agatha near the closed doors of the main entrance. She had been staring at me until I met her gaze, and then those kind eyes fell into an apologetic look. Shit. It has happened. That son of a bitch managed to turn the tables around to his favour. But, how did he find out? Only Agatha knew about the invitation cards, and I told no one about my entire move! Agatha couldn’t have betrayed me. I moved to a vacant spot to search the entire area for Ralph—he was chatting with a group of giggling middle-aged widows. Great! The stage! I need to get up there and make the speech now. Fuck the programme! I need to salvage whatever is left of my plan. Picking up the front of my dress, I hurried over to the front of the massive ocean of crowd. Ben stopped me at the steps. “Juliette, what are you doing?” “My speech! It’s seven ten, isn’t it?” “There’s been a change of programme,” a deep voice sounded above me. Damn it! I refused to move, my mind working ha
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 47: Seducing the Heiress
[Juliette's POV] The limousine shot past under the overhead sign that pointed towards 'the United Republic of Theria (U.R.T) International Airport'. I jolted upright and stared at the broad, strong back. "Damn it, Ralph! You're into human trafficking too?" "I'm not in the mood for questions." Was his curt reply. "Miss Jules, please don't be mad at Mr. Ralph!" Thomas blared through the intercom. "He planned all this with us for your honeymoon." What! Apprehension stretched my gaze. Honeymoon, my ass! He's selling me overseas! And I'm not in the mood for a honeymoon! I need to stay calm and find a way to escape. A dry chuckle left my lips. Then, I murmured, "You're not in the mood for questions, but you're in the mood for holiday." He swung around with a smug grin. "Victory must be celebrated with bang, shouldn't it?" Asshole. He's rubbing my defeat in my face. I shouldn't provoke him—that would keep him alert. But I couldn't help it. Narrowing my gaze into a seething gla
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 48: Isolating the Heiress
[Juliette’s POV} “I hate you too,” he growled and tugged my hair, pulling my head back to plunge deeper into my mouth, stroking the full length of my tongue, rubbing it urgently. He ripped my gown apart, and his hands started fondling my breasts, teasing their weight as his fingers played with their sensitive buds until they cried with need. I gasped in pleasure and my hands found his abs and started kneading his fine muscles. He broke away and muttered, “Fuck, I miss these.” His mouth closed over a rosy peak, releasing another gasp from me. My fingers dug into his mane, caressing and tugging at his soft curls, and he sucked harder to reward my response. “Mmm, shit!” I hissed fiercely as another electrifying streak streamed up from my curled toes. I arched my back to have more of his lips. All of a sudden, I was hoisted up. Fearing he would slip off me, I locked my ankles around him to secure his lips on me, and hugged his head tight as he continued kissing downwards to my
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 49: Next Step, Coming Clean
[Ralph’s POV} I watched my fingers caress her cheek, the silkiness of her skin sliding past the grooves of my finger pads. I pushed the fallen curls behind her ear, noting its shade. Do all women look this peaceful and angelic when they sleep? Or just her? I felt a smile on my lips and chuckled. I kissed the side of her forehead and observed her, my thumb admiring the soft skin where my lips were. I need to get you away, Juliette, to a place where the son of a bitch couldn’t reach you, so I can make you trust me again. This time, I won’t fail. I will get your trust. And once I get it, this time, I will hold it tightly in my hands. I will not let it slip through my fingers. A strategist never makes the same mistake twice. I will use any means to keep you, so the Lux business empire will be mine, and I can get out of this mafia hellhole. The plane would land soon. I better get some sleep before that. ***** [Juliette’s POV] A salty breeze filled my nose. The gentle swis
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[Juliette’s POV]And then it crashed onto me. Like a boulder. I observed those golden swirls in his eyes burning with hurt and that hurt clenched my chest. Utensils down and my mouth wiped, I reached across the table and covered his hand with mine. ‘Growing up, I imagine the Virtuses as cold-blooded monsters,’ I began. Those brown irises dilated with fury, and I slipped my fingers through that large hand and rubbed my skin against his to calm the fire. ‘Because of all the stories I’ve been fed—we’ve all been fed.’ To his tensed jaw, I muttered softly, ‘I must speak for everyone, Ralph.’ ‘You’re not telling me that your father was fed the same story. He came to me with the aim of stealing my family’s land, Juliette.’ ‘I’m not saying—.’ ‘Stop defending him!’ Ralph jerked his hand out of my grasp, fuming. But his eyes never left me, which was a good sign. So immediately, I leaned forward and pleaded, ‘I’m not defending him.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing?’ ‘I’m trying to te
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[Ralph’s POV]‘D…Did you just—I knew it.’ Her eyes were shaking with such low confidence, I almost couldn’t recognise them. ‘You find me annoying now….’ Her hands slid off my chest in defeat. Is this what a baby does to a woman? ‘I did not say that.’ As soon as I heard my voice, I froze again. Shit—that was cold. Quick—correct it. ‘I mean—I don’t mean what I said.’ I tried to grab her hand but missed it. ‘Juliette….’ Her shoulders were shaking too. ‘Jesus… you’re not crying now, are you?’ What? No. That came out wrong again. What the fuck is wrong with me? She spun around in full rage. With tears gushing down her steamed face, she jabbed a finger at my shoulder. ‘YES! I’m crying like a clingy pathetic woman! And whose fault is it? Who put this thing inside me?!’ She pointed at her round belly protruding proudly through her skirt. “WHO?!”I laughed. It was unplanned. Before I knew it, I was already holding my waist to steady myself. My shoulders were shaking, my chest was rumbli
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