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The Mafia's Captured Slave Actual story
Is Marcel Delacourt Harold's father??No!!He can also be some relative to him but the way Marcel was looking down at Helen was so adorable.But...I'm still confused.So if Marcel is Harold's father then why Harold hates his father so much??Marcel.Helen.Harold.Ashar.Anthony.Everything is connected yet I just can't join the dots.I was inside my room pacing back and forth trying to figure out who Marcel is really to Harold.After giving the file, I just couldn't stop myself from thinking about the photoframe.I took my phone from the nightstand and approached Google before typing..Who is Harold Kingston's father??It was still buffering as I waited patiently.The page opened revealing nothing but only three words which were 'no result found'.I sighed.Why am I even bothering??Whoever his father is, why do I care?I sat on the bed..No more discussions on Harold's private life.It's just driving me nuts.Suddenly my phone dinged as I glanced at it, there was a message from Dyl
Last Updated : 2024-01-15The Mafia's Captured Slave His mother
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15Sunlight penetrated through windows as Helen pulled the curtains apart, "Rise and shine my king, it's time for your school." Helen walked towards the bed before pulling the blanket away from Harold."Mom, just two more minutes." Harold groaned as the sunlight was directly hitting his eyes."You've got your vocal classes now." Helen said as Harold smiled before sitting straight on his bed. "So my king is now going to get ready for his singing class." Helen said it in a sing-song way while pinching his cheeks.Harold frowned and rolled his eyes. "Mom!!! Stop calling me king, I'm not a baby anymore. Call me Harold. Even my other friends including Dylan call me king in a teasy way to irk me." Harold groaned and in return Helen smiled."Let your friends call you king because you are a king. The meaning of your name Harold is leader.....a king." Harold shook his head in dismay before getting up from the bed before making his way to the washroom."Your
Last Updated : 2024-01-16The Mafia's Captured Slave Like singing
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15With long strides, Marcel marched towards Helen with a muderous glare."Do not ever touch my things." He snatched the pack of white powder from her hand before putting it back to his drawer."What--" She was cut off by Marcel."Stop poking your nose everywhere, Helen." Marcel closed the door of his cupboard shut with a loud bang.The mixture of anxiety and fear overwhelmed her, she just wanted answers to her question. So with enough courage she asked."Why is there a gun inside your drawer? And what is that white powder... is it drugs--""It's none of your business." He spun around as his back was now facing her.She walked on the front to face him. "It is my business, I'm your wife.""Not anymore." He stated curtly with a face of void emotions."What do you mean..not anymore?" She stammered, her lips trembled as fear engulfed her.Without saying a word Marcel walked upto the bed towards his suitcase before pulling the front zipper open. He pulle
Last Updated : 2024-01-17The Mafia's Captured Slave Save us
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15The flight landed as slowly Helen got out of it. She was directed outside as already two cars were waiting for her, she climbed onto the second car as the appointed guide for her was already waiting for her inside the car."Good morning ma'am!!" The guide greeted as Helen could only nod in return as the feeling of fear was engulfing her."Are you sure about going there?" He asked with a worried expression."Pardon?""Are you sure about going there.... to that forbidden place.?" The guide repeated as Helen's face contorted in confusion."Forbidden place?""That place is owned by one of the most deadliest mafia Don, now his son is ruling that area. The place...." the guides face contorted in disgust.".....alcohol and drug smell lingers on the air of that forbidden place, it is the dark...loomy area of the whole Pisa which only gives you a dangerous vibe." He sighed,"Still you wanna go there??" He asked.Helen nodded. "Ye...yes." she stuttered.Th
Last Updated : 2024-01-18The Mafia's Captured Slave The song
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15Helen walked out of the store room, she couldn't believe that she fell in love with such a disgusting man, the fact that he was her husband filled her with abhorrence. She was here to get him and his love back but now she felt nothing but revulsion towards him."HELEN!!!!" A voice boomed and Helen flinched, coming out of her stupor state."Where were you? I've been searching for you?" The young man glared."Don wants to see you right now in an instant." The man stated before guiding her towards the Don's cabin.The man turned the door knob and let Helen in before closing the door behind her. Intense rage, pure hatred and a deep scowl of disgust etched her face as she came face to face with Marcel. Both eyes glaring at each other."What are you doing here??!" Marcel roared but Helen stood there without flinching, still glaring at him. Marcel marched forward towards her and grabbed her elbows harshly."I've said to not come here and--" he was cut o
Last Updated : 2024-01-19The Mafia's Captured Slave Doesn't deserve to live
Third person's pov ::Six months later:Harold's age: 16Within six months Helen built a committee for a drug free society and saving girls from being trafficked. There weren't many people in her committee yet, but she was still appointing men and women for this committee."Ma'am there's shortage of money." Mr Davidson reasoned out."Sell the shares to those Brazilians, which they were yearning for. But with the double price." Helen said while massaging her temple."But ma'am, those shares are important for our own company and--""Mr Davidson, just do what I say." Helen knew it was a huge loss for her company but she didn't care about it.Mr Davidson nodded and walked away.She has bought a small two story building for this committee to run. She has appointed around eighty armed men and some spies who are already on their work. She has appointed forty women too.So the first trip was on, she has already sent the first group to Italy to save those girls."We want victory!!" Was the wor
Last Updated : 2024-01-20The Mafia's Captured Slave Couldn't save her
Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 16"Are you the one behind all of this??" Marcel blazed in anger."Behind what??" Helen smirked in return.There were infront of the seashore, facing each other. The water waves moving up and down, wild and free. They were times when they used to visit this place everyday back then when Harold was a kid. A wave of nostalgia swept over Helen while entering the place. The three of them, a perfect happy family. But now it was shattered, everything was ruined."Don't play dumb, Helen!!" He growled."Yes, it was me." Helen smirked in challenging way. "I abducted those girls from your lair and even the white powders." She clicked her tongue. "Even Diego is dead now." She gave him a pity look."You!!!" Marcel's nostrils flared in intense rage as he took a step forward to harm her."Don't you dare!" Helen glared as she held her palm out."A single step forward and my men, who are standing above the building will shoot you." Marcel looked up at the building
Last Updated : 2024-01-21The Mafia's Captured Slave A,symbol of weakness
Harold's age: 17HAROLDThe cold breeze brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. I stood there coldly staring ahead of me at my mother's graveyard.Rest. In. Peace.Helen KingstonA mother, daughter and savior. Known for her kindness and humble nature.A woman of words. May her soul rest in peace.Was engraved on her stone and I felt numb.....the extreme agony just made me numb. The one question was still bothering my mind.Why??Why did dad-- Marcel Dèlacourt kill my mother and why was mom's name written as Kingston instead of Delacourt.I wanted answers but I didn't want to ask questions with anyone.Even I was in fault, I couldn't save her. She died in front of my eye sight and I couldn't do anything to save her.Everyone in here thought that it was the fire accident that killed my mom but no one knew the real reason behind my mother's ash turned body.(The song above, do listen to it.)A girl was singing infront of my mother's grave. And I felt like dead man, staring blank
Last Updated : 2024-01-22
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The Mafia's Captured Slave Good mood
EMILYThat evening, I returned to work, going about my shift at the hospital as though nothing had happened the night before, answering my coworkers' questions about the time I'd spent with my sister but not mentioning to them that I had stolen her identity and ended up at a party that was more amazing than any- thing I had ever experienced before.I ran through my list of patients, taking care of each one as needed. Each person I took care of only served as a reminder of the path I had chosen in life. Sure, I was pleased with my career, and I found it incredibly fulfilling what I could do in the lives of others.But, when it came down to it, I was feeling incredibly envious of my sister. I wanted her life. I wanted to be invited to those parties and to meet those men. I wanted to be the one everyone knew from the cover of a magazine. I wanted to be wanted once again. Try as I may, there was no way I could get Kyle Cun- ningham out of my mind, and each time his face appeared in the ba
The Mafia's Captured Slave Lost memories
KYLEI left early that morning, letting Emily sleep in. I didn't know much about her, and I didn't want to break the spell of the night we'd spent together by talking about things that we didn't need to talk about. All too often, I would wake up next to a woman only to hear how she was getting back at her ex-boyfriend, or that she was doing something to bring drama into some relationship she was having.There were those who were lonely, and those who merely wanted to get a taste of what it would be like to be with a man like me. Sure, they were all intended to be one-night stands on my end, too, and I hadn't ever formed any real opinion about any one of them. But, at the same time, I didn't want the woman cur- rently in my bed to wake up and tell me something about herself that would change the way I felt about her.That thought filled me with confusion.I liked doing what I did and splitting the next day. It was the ego boost I needed; a modicum of fulfillment in a life that I wasn't
The Mafia's Captured Slave Want to see her
."Maddie please, don't do this." He sighed raising his hands in the air in a defence position taking another step forward.I opened my mouth and met out a piercing scream, it lasted for around twenty seconds. Long enough for Dylan to back away from me and the lady around the till to come rushing around.It felt as if the next few moments were played out in slow motion the women had barley reached me when I heard the door of the cafe slam open the impact a lot larger than mine that it caused the glass on the door to shatter.My eyes shot to the doorway which was being took up by Fours large stance who's whole body was clenched his chest heaving up and down his golden eyes set on me before flickering to Dylan.My eyes widened as he took no time before he stalked over his long legs carrying him to my side where he reached out grabbing ahold of my arm pulling my into his large chest blocking my view from the rest of the cafe.I felt heat radiating of his body as his chest huffed and puff
The Mafia's Captured Slave Okay with everything
EMILY"Now, tell me absolutely everything. I'm shocked that you even went, and I want to hear how you held up with the rest of the crowd." Maddy said as she walked in through the door.I smiled and shook my head, also unsure of how I had managed to do so well with the situation I had put myself in. I wouldn't have said that I'd handled things perfectly, but I had certainly held my own in the club. "You're not mad at me, are you?" I asked as the two of us walked into the kitchen.Maddy laughed."I have to admit, I thought it was a little strange when you hopped into myride but when you didn't answer my call, I figured you knew what you were doing." She shook her head with a mischievous grin and I smiled, too. I still felt the ex-citement in my chest, and I was eager to relate to her what had happened.Maddy took a seat at the counter and I handed her a glass of iced tea beforegrabbing my own glass and settling in to begin."Well, as you know, we arrived at that mansion up on the hil
The Mafia's Captured Slave Relief
EMILYlopened my eyes, slowly blinking as I looked around the room. I had a headache from the champagne the night before, and it took me a moment to remember where I was exactly. Slowly, the events of the previous day came to mind, and I began to piece together what today would hold.I remembered having the disagreement with my sister, and began searching for my phone. I then remembered that I had dropped my clutch out in the living room, and figured my phone must be inside. Looking around the room, I could see that Kyle was already gone, having gotten dressed while I was still asleep.I hurried out to the living room in nothing but my underwear and, sure enough, found my phone inside my clutch. Kyle had been kind enough to pick it up off the floor and leave it sitting on the coffee table for me, and I ignored the feeling of embarrassment that threatened to swell up in me.I was a grown woman, and I was allowed to do anything I wanted-includinghaving a one-night stand with a person t
The Mafia's Captured Slave Can I stay the night
KYLEIhad to admit, I wasn't entirely sure what had come over me. I'd had many one- night stands in my life. In fact, it was my preferred way of doing things— get the girl in bed, have fun, then get away from her as fast as possible. Miss Shadows, on the other hand, had piqued my interest.I hadn't had any real expectations when I'd taken her up to the party upstairs, but seeing her reaction first to those who were enjoying each other, then seeing her in bed with me, sparked an interest in me that I had never experienced be- fore. I had no intention of committing to her or making any kind of promises that I would ever see her again, but I did wish to get to know her body a littlebetter and that wouldn't be possible if we stayed at the Gathering. There was a little voice inside my head that warned me to be careful taking any woman home, especially one like Emily. Not only did I feel a connection to her, but I could sense that she was feeling a connection to me.It had become easy for
The Mafia's Captured Slave Feel good
EMILYIwalked quickly and silently next to Kyle as we made our way through the hall. I wasn't sure how he knew the rooms in the house, but I trusted he knew what he was doing, and he wasn't going to take me anywhere I wouldn't feel safe. The rooms were all dark, with some dim lights lining the hallway.It was clear that, though there were many people in the room behind us, it wasn't entirely encouraged for people to be in these back rooms. I didn't even know for sure who owned the house, nor what their connection was to my sis- ter. For a moment, I hoped I wasn't doing anything that was going to get her in trouble. The feeling was a brief one, however, as Kyle kept his hand on my back, guiding me past room after room.The sounds that came from inside several dark corners revealed that we weren't the only two people to have this idea, but it was clear that Kyle didn't have any intention of exploring my body in the shadows of a doorway like some high- schooler. He wanted to take me some
The Mafia's Captured Slave Can't wait
KYLEIkept my palm on the small of Emily's back as we headed for the staircase, fresh drinks in hand. There were a few men and women scattered along the way- some engrossed in conversation, some busy watching the events on the dance floor.As for me, I had come to the conclusion that if you've seen the dance floor once, you've seen it a thousand times, and I felt I wasn't missing out on anything tak- ing her away from itI knew this was her first time at the Gathering, but Emily seemed to be enjoyingherself, in spite of the nerves she must be feeling. I had to hand it to her, shedid manage to fit in with the rest of the guests, though it was evident she hadn't done anything of this sort before. I could feel a slight tremble in each step she took as we mounted the stairs, and I added gentle pressure to my palm on her back. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to be fun in bed, but Ididn't want her to feel nervous taking this next step in her night. She was sobeautiful,
The Mafia's Captured Slave Full of anticipation
EMILY"Please, call me Kyle."The man they'd introduced as Mr. Cunningham sat at the bar next to me, sip- ping on his whiskey and smiling at me as though I were the only girl in the room. Every now and then, he would turn his attention to the other guests, but I never felt like he was focusing on anything but our conversation."But that really is enough about me. I'd love to hear about you; I don't recall see-ing you here—or in any other club around here for that matter," he said, look-ing down at me as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a drink.I immediately felt flustered and began stumbling over my words. I had kept upmy sister's identity throughout the entire evening, but now that I was with aman who not only found me attractive, but didn't recognize me as my sister, I felt I had the opportunity to drop the act and tell him the truth."My name is Emily Shadows. I'm a model." So much for telling him the truth.Kyle looked at me for a moment with raised eyebrows, as thoug
