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The Mafia's Captured Slave Want to feel good
It was already night and I was still in my room, frantically lying on my bed with my blanket wrapped around me. I was still not feeling well, I was in agony.I just want to feel better, these stupid Heartbreaks are BITCH.Darn it.I want to feel good, I have to engross myself in some activity. Maybe singing can work. Many people sing whenever they are sad. So let me just try.I took my phone and switched on the Bluetooth before connecting my phone to the speaker. I chose a certain song's karaoke before playing it on the speaker. I raised the volume at full. The loud music was bustling in my entire room. I switched off the lights and turned on a dim lights, sought of giving my room a concert look. I climbed up the bed, balled my fist before raising it up infront of my mouth, like a mic.I shook my body with rhythm of the music before singing."I'm mad at Disney, Disney, They tricked me, tricked me. Had me wishing on a shooting star."I jumped up and down on bed, and continued singing l
The Mafia's Captured Slave Disbelief and slight horror
I made cherry tomato salad with some olive and some mixture of sesame for myself for dinner. I took my bowl along with me and sauntered out of the kitchen. I was about to walk towards the dining area, when I spotted Dylan and Harold walking out of their home office which was right beside the lounge. I immediately spun around with the bowl in my hand. I hastily walked towards the staircase and was about to climb the first stair, when Dylan called me."Naomi!!" I clenched my eyes shut in agony.Why? Why he has to call me....especially infront of that beast Harold.Sighing, I turned around with a smile.Dylan and Harold were in the dining area. Dylan was smiling at me and now I sighed in relief.Harold still hasn't shown him the audio of mine."Even we are having our dinner, come join us Naomi." Dylan said."Yes Miss Nolan, come join us." Harold butted in with a mischievous smile.I gulped and nodded with a small smile.With my bowl in my hand, I strode towards the dining area before pla
The Mafia's Captured Slave Am gonna kill her
"BITCH!!!" Anthony yelled in pain as his palms were clutching the behind of his head.Harold took his chance as he got up and crawled towards Anthony before blowing a huge punch on his nose."How did you enter my house?!!" Harold had a murderous glare filled with malice as he looked down at Anthony.A vein on Harold's neck popped out as pure rage was evident on his face. He grabbed his collar and punched him again on his eyes giving him a black eye plus another punch which gave Anthony a busted lips.Even Anthony looked furious as he was glaring back at Harold with pure hatred. He grabbed Harold's collar and with all might, he pushed Harold away as Harold fell on the floor and his head hit the leg of the wooden small cupboard."You killed my BROTHER!!" Anthony's whole posture was trembling with rage."He deserved to die." Harold roared.Anthony was breathing heavily as he took the knife from the floor and in a jiffy came behind me as my widened in fear. He circled his one arm around m
The Mafia's Captured Slave No one deserves him
I just ate a delicious chicken cheesy lasagna prepared by myself. Today I just randomly saw the recipe of lasagna and immediately I prepared it as all the ingredients were present inside Harold's million dollar kitchen.I pouted sadly as I looked down at the kitchen sink, there were so many dishes to wash. For four days, the cleaning agency won't be coming to this house, so I had to clean the vessels by myself.It's been exactly two days after the attack and Harold didn't fire the security guards in here for Anthony's dangerous trespassing instead he appointed more guards infront of the gates, so that no unknown person can enter this house. So now the security in here is double.....no triple tight. Not even a single harmless leaf can move inside this property without Harold's permission. So so00000 tight.I sighed as I glanced down at the dishes.No worries.... I can do it in a jiffy.I hastily sprinted upstairs to my room and took my phone along with my headphones. I descended downst
The Mafia's Captured Slave His red room
"So how are you doing now?" Kate asked.I was on a phone call with Kate."I'm fine." I exhaled."It has already been a month of you not being here. So, when are you coming and joining the company back?" Kate asked.I won't be joining the company back Kate.As my stay has extended for another month, so I had to lie to her."Actually mom is still healing from the loss....trauma and I can't just leave her like that, so I may stay another month here." I said."WHAT?!!" Her voice was incredulous."Yeah, you have to understand it Kate." I sighed.I was tired of lying to her and Zach."Okay....so how is she....your mother? Is she still angry with you.?" She asked.I don't know.."Yeah she's fine with me.""This all happened because of that bastard of Mike..." I cut her off."Kate..." I groaned."Just don't take that dude's name." I grumbled."I'm sorry."I sighed again."It's okay... where is Zach?" I asked."He's right beside me and his ears are glued onto my phone, eavesdropping on our con
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
The 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
The 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
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