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2025-03-24 13:49:23Life With Bain
Cassie woke up every morning in a bed that was too big, too soft, and too cold.
Alone.
Bain was never there. She was grateful for it. She slept before he came to bed and by the time she woke up in the morning, he was gone.
His sandalwood scent and rumpled bedside was proof that he had lain there.
But every time she stepped into the dining hall, there he was, with a newspaper in his hand, almost as if he was waiting for her before he had breakfast.
She was still at loss as to why they had to stay in the same room. They could pretend to be the perfect couple to outsiders, but why did they have to stay in the same room?
It had been weeks since the wedding, and she was still adjusting to her new reality.
Bain had laid down rules from the day of the wedding. He had strictly reminded her of her place in his world; his wife in name only, and his possession in every other sense of the word.
Her existence had given "trophy wife" a new meaning, a perfect face for the public and a slave indoors, eitherways a symbol of power.
Bain was hardly ever around, but she saw him in the mornings at breakfast, every day. It was like a ritual now.
They would sit across from each other at the long dining table, with a desert of cold mahogany between them.
The air was always filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the sound of silver clinking against porcelain.
Her once voracious appetite was non-existent. She could only nibble on her food, and she was losing weight fast.
Bain, on the other hand, would eat with the precision of a man who controlled every aspect of his life, even his chewing.
Sometimes, she would catch him glancing at her, but his expression never gave anything away.
It pissed her. How could one be so emotional, yet controlled?
But there were some rare moments, where he let his guard slip just a bit. Like the time he nicely asked if she was comfortable in her room; his voice was softer.
Or the time he tucked a loose strand of hair back into her bun; his grip was gentle, lingering for just a second too long.
Cathie had to admit, Bain was a complicated man. More complicated than she wanted him to be.
It would have been easier if he were just a monster. Her hate and anger would be totally justified, but he wasn't. If anything, he treated people kindly, and his employees respected him; not out of fear, but loyalty.
He knew all their names. In her lone, tour round the mansion, she had counted at least 26 people, and he knew all their names, including the cleaning staff.
He also asked about their health, welfare and family, he offered help and solutions where needed.
Like Mr. Thomas the butler's right knee pain, or Mrs. Persephone's blind son's health, or was it the Dungee'schildren's education?
She was by his side one day when he offered his condolences to the gardener on his wife's death. He gave him a long leave from work and offered to cover all burial costs, no stringsattached.
The gardener's eyes filled with gratitude, and Bain just gave him a nod before walking away, his face as stoic as ever.
Those moments confused her the most. How could he be so heartless and cold to her, yet so kind to others?
Had she ever wronged him before? No. She didn't even know the man. She had never even met him prior to the charity ball.
It must have been from a past life. Fate must be playing a cruel game here.
Life in the Bain Blackwoods Mansion was like living in a beautiful cage. The mansion could rival any prison. Security was airtight, bain made sure of that.
Guards were stationed at every entrance, cameras monitored every hallway and passwords were required to access everysingle room.
On another lone tour round the mansion, she came across Bain's office and tried to sneak in, but a calm, robotic voice demanded for a password that she didn't have.
Brian never said anything, but she was sure he knew, because he stared at her longer than usual the next day at breakfast with a smirk on his lips.
There were moments she thought of escaping, but the humiliation of her five failed attempts was still fresh and she decided to give it a rest.
Each one ended the same way, with her being bundled back to the mansion by Bain's guards.
He never punished her or raised his voice, but his cold, disappointed gaze was worse. He made her feel like nothing more than a petulant child throwing a tantrum.
Kathy couldn't stop herself from observing Bain. He was a mystery she wanted to solve, even if she hated herself for it.
She knew she had to know and understand him to either find peace in her new prison, or escape it.
She understood from her glimpses of him walking that hecommanded respect effortlessly. His posture was almost always rigid, and his face had intense expression.
But it was other moments that left her questioning everything. Like the time she found him standing in the garden in front of a bed of yellow hibiscus; her favorite, with a soft look acrosshis face and a haunted look in his eyes.
She truly wondered what could possibly haunt a man like Bain Blackwood. Despite all this, one thing was clear.
She hated him.
She hated him for buying her, for imprisoning her, for taking away her freedom, for marrying her, for separating her from everything she knew.
She couldn't deny the way her heart would stop her when she caught him staring at her. But she convinced herself it must have been curiosity mixed with fear.
She couldn't possibly be attracted to him. That would be madness. He was her captor, her husband, her enemy.
She felt fear too, fear of what she was feeling. Fear of the man she shared a bed with.
Fear of Ryder and Elijah. Fear of her future.
Cassie stilled herself, forcing the turbulence of emotions away. She couldn't afford to be weak.
Not here. Not now.
She was a prisoner. Nothing more. If she was to change it, she had to know her enemy.
She had to find his weak spot. Bain Blackwood was the enemy. No matter how human he seemed.
She had to find his weak spot. No matter how much her heart betrayed her. She was Cassoupia Thompson. She would survive. Even if it meant hurting her heart and keeping her distance, she must survive.
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The mafia’s captive New threat
Shadows of ThreatsDays turn into weeks and weeks turn into months, and Cassie began to see the Blackwood estate as home. She was never mistreated, never taken for granted or disrespected.She even began to have nice conversations with some of the staff. She became close to Mrs. Persephone the housekeeper and her personal maid, Tyler.Bane still maintained a different attitude with bouts of niceness once in a while.Though the Blackwood estate was a new development in her life, it was better than home.It was better than the torture, the insults, hunger and the abuse from Ryder and Elijah.Now she could move more freely within the house and even had the password to some areas.The Blackwood estate was beautiful, almost too perfect from the manicured lawns to the towering walls and iron gates designed to keep outsiders at bay.And yet, Ryder and Elijah could still get in.It started with calls. They came at least an hour after breakfast, almost as if whoever was at the other end of the
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-28The mafia’s captive Bain’s pain
Unmasking the ShadowsCassie found herself drawn deeper into Bain Blackwood's world. It was a world of power and influence, yet shadowed by pasts and secrets so painful that even Bain tried to bury,The more time she spent with him, the more she noticed the cracks in his armor, revealing that beneath the calm, cold, ruthless demeanor was pain, bitterness, and a man looking for peace and love.Bain was a man of silence, a grandmaster at masking his emotions. Yet many times in his quiet moments, Cathy would catch glimpses of vulnerability.If she had not caught those moments several times, she wouldn't have believed Bain had a humanity.But moments where his gaze lingered on some family portraits that adorned the grand hallways, or when his shoulders tensed up at the mention of certain names showed that there was more to Bain than the cold exterior she had become accustomed to.He was more than a ruthless businessman or a calculatedprotector. There must be a story behind it all.Even whe
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01The mafia’s captive The party
Chapter Six – The PartyCassie sat on the edge of her bed, absently twisting a loose thread on her dress as her mind raced. She had spent the last few days trying to figure out how to reach Bain, how to break through the thick walls he had built around himself.That night, when he had let his guard slip, when he had shown her even the smallest crack in his armor—it had meant something. She was sure of it.But then he had shut her out completely.Now, all she heard was his voice booming from the hallway, cold and commanding, giving orders like he was preparing for war.Her chest tightened.She hesitated only for a moment before standing. She needed to see him. Even if he pretended not to care, even if he acted as if she was invisible—she missed him.She stepped out of her room, following the sound of his voice. When she finally found him, her breath caught in her throat.Bain stood in the center of the grand hallway, flanked by his men. His presence dominated the space. He looked sharp,
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01The mafia’s captive Cold hearted
Unraveling ControlCassie woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through her curtains. But the warmth of the sun did nothing to thaw the cold ache in her chest.She could still see him.Bain.Standing in her doorway last night, his gaze burning into her, his jaw clenched like he was fighting something deep inside him.She had felt his desire.But just like always, he had walked away.Cassie let out a slow breath, pushing the blankets aside. She wouldn’t let him shut her out anymore.She slipped into a silk robe and padded down the hall, her heart pounding as she searched for him.She found him in the dining room, dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, exposing the veins in his forearms. His strong hands gripped a coffee mug, but his posture was tense, like he was barely holding himself together.She swallowed hard.“Good morning, Bain,” she murmured.His grip on the mug tightened.For a second, she thought he might actually acknowledge her.But instead, he stood,
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01The mafia’s captive The challenge
The private lounge of La Notte Nera was dimly lit, the golden glow of the chandeliers casting long shadows over the polished mahogany table. Bain sat at the head, his fingers drumming lazily against a glass of whiskey, his expression unreadable. Across from him sat Lorenzo DeLuca, a rival who had been pushing into Bain’s territory for months.The air was thick with tension.Lorenzo leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re losing your grip, Bain. Your men are getting sloppy. Your deals? Crumbling. Maybe it’s time you stepped aside before someone does it for you.”Bain’s jaw tightened, but he exhaled slowly, keeping his fury in check. “Is that a threat, Lorenzo? Because if it is, you’re more foolish than I thought.”Lorenzo chuckled, swirling his own drink. “Not a threat, just an observation. Maybe you should be more focused instead of distracted by that little pet of yours.”Bain’s grip on his glass tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Careful, DeLuca. The last man who under
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01The mafia’s captive The unexpected visit
The Past Comes Crawling BackCassie wasn’t expecting a visitor.When Linda, the maid, hesitantly informed her that someone was waiting in the lounge, she assumed it was one of Bain’s business associates. But when she stepped into the room, her blood ran cold.Ryder.Her stepbrother. The man who had betrayed her.He looked different—his face was more gaunt, his usual cocky demeanor muted.“Cassie,” he said, almost relieved. “You look… good.”Her arms folded across her chest. “What the hell are you doing here?”Ryder sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I made a mistake.”Cassie let out a bitter laugh. “A mistake? You sold me like property, Ryder! And now what—you’re here for redemption?”“I didn’t have a choice,” he muttered. “You don’t understand—”“I understand perfectly,” she snapped. “You chose yourself. And I choose to never forgive you.”She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.Bain’s voice sliced through the room like a blade.“Let. Her. Go.”Ryder’s grip lo
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-01The mafia’s captive The cousin
Chapter Eleven: A Dangerous GameBain’s cousin, Luca blackwood, arrived unannounced.Unlike Bain, Luca was charismatic, effortlessly charming, and had a devilish grin that made women weak in the knees.Cassie noticed immediately.And so did Bain.At dinner, Luca sat beside her, his attention entirely on her. “So, tell me, Cassie, how does a beautiful woman like you end up tangled with my brooding cousin?”Cassie smirked, sensing Bain’s eyes burning into her. “I ask myself that every day.”Luca chuckled, leaning closer. “If he ever gets too boring, you know where to find me.”The tension was palpable.Cassie met Bain’s gaze and, for the first time, she saw something other than cold control.“You know,” Luca murmured, his voice teasing, “Bain never shares. But maybe he should.”Cassie’s pulse quickened. She glanced at Bain—his grip on his glass was iron-tight, his gaze dark and unreadable.She smiled.“Maybe he should.”Bain’s fork hit the plate with a sharp clink.The tension was suffoc
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-04-03The mafia’s captive A monster or a king
The AftermathBain returned to his estate, blood still staining his knuckles. The world had shifted in the span of a single night. He had made his statement. There was no more questioning who was the most feared man in the world.Even Viktor—who had seen and done it all—stood before Bain the next day, shaking his head in disbelief.“You’re a monster,” Viktor muttered. “And you know what’s worse? I think I’m afraid of you now.”Bain smirked. “Good.”He had always been dangerous. But now, he was untouchable.And the world would never forget it.The air inside Bain’s office was suffocating, thick with the scent of cigars and tension. Every man seated at the long mahogany table knew one thing—tonight would determine the future of the mafia underworld.THE MEETING Bain sat at the head of the table, exuding a deadly calm. His tailored black suit fit like armor, his piercing eyes scanning the room with a cold, calculating precision. Across from him, Lorenzo sat stiffly, barely masking the f
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The mafia’s captive The vulture
Valeria was losing patience.The black coin had already been delivered. Not just to a market. Not to a warehouse or a street-run crew. No—this time, she’d sent it straight to the gates of his fortress.Bain Blackwood’s compound.A bold move. A declaration of war.And yet… nothing.No retaliation. No reply. No counterstrike.She paced the dark loft of her hideout, the sharp clack of her heels against marble echoing like gunshots. Kain leaned against the wall behind her, arms crossed, expression blank. The assassin was a brutal storm in a quiet sky—always still before the kill. She trusted him more than most, which said very little. But even he looked slightly on edge now.“He’s waiting,” Valeria muttered, more to herself than anyone else. “Watching. Calculating. That’s what he does. But the longer he waits, the more dangerous he becomes.”Kain said nothing.Valeria spun toward one of her lieutenants, a wiry man with a split lip and trembling fingers. “What are the latest movements?”He
The mafia’s captive Blood pact
The SUV growled as it tore down the midnight streets of the city, its windows tinted, its driver silent. Bain Blackwood sat in the back seat, a storm barely contained beneath his skin. His eyes burned with fury, his hand resting on the pistol strapped to his thigh—not because he needed it, but because control was becoming a fragile thing.The massacre had happened less than an hour ago. One of his oldest markets—gone. Burned. Every man inside executed. It wasn’t just a message.It was a declaration.And left behind, in the middle of the bloodstained floor, was a single black coin.The same kind Bain once used as a symbol of finality.But this coin… wasn’t his.It bore no insignia. No carving. Just black, polished steel. Cold and silent.Valeria’s signature.She was playing his own game now.Viktor’s voice echoed in his mind from the call minutes earlier. “We cleared the scene. No witnesses. It was surgical, Bain. She didn’t just hit it to provoke you—she studied our rotation, our resp
The mafia’s captive Blood price
The sky over New York bled gray as the first whispers of morning slithered through the city’s alleys. But in the heart of the Blackwood estate, there was no sunrise—only smoke.Bain stood in the center of the war room, eyes locked on the tablet in Viktor’s hands. The footage was grainy, taken from one of his security drones. What remained of one of his black market hubs looked like a warzone. Bodies scattered like discarded dolls. Fire licking the bones of steel scaffolding. Blood painted across concrete.And in the center, placed delicately atop a broken crate—A single obsidian coin.Unmarked. Untraceable. But he knew what it meant.Valeria.Viktor’s voice was like gravel. “They were tortured before they were killed. The cameras were disabled thirty seconds before the attack. Whoever did this knew the layout like the back of their hand.”Bain didn’t blink. “Someone gave her intel.”“They didn’t just hit the market, Bain. They destroyed it. This was a message.”Bain’s jaw clenched, h
The mafia’s captive Black coin
The day broke with the scent of ash.Bain Blackwood stood on the balcony outside his office, the city sprawled out before him like a kingdom on the edge of a storm. A single call had shattered the early morning calm—a call from one of his lieutenants on the east side.The moment he answered, he felt it in his bones.“There’s been an attack.”The voice was tight, urgent. “Market district. One of ours. Ten men dead. Burned. And they left something behind.”Bain’s voice dropped, razor sharp. “What?”A beat.“A coin. Black. Right in the center of the carnage.”Bain didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stared out at the skyline as the wind picked up around him.It wasn’t just an attack.It was a message.—Inside the mansion, the warmth of their new life still clung to the walls. Cassie padded through the hallway barefoot, their son tucked gently in her arms. She paused by the nursery window, catching the flicker of tension in Bain’s frame as he stood alone outside, the breeze ruffling his shi
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Bain sat in the quiet of the nursery, his son cradled in his arms, his gaze softened as he watched the tiny life in his hands. The baby’s breath was even and gentle, completely unaware of the storm that was brewing just outside the walls of their peaceful sanctuary.He let out a breath, steadying himself. The weight of responsibility was different now. It wasn’t just power or violence that he had to protect—it was love. It was family. And the past, in all its ugly, blood-soaked glory, had returned to remind him just how fragile that could be.His phone buzzed again—an encrypted video call from Petrov and SokolovWithout hesitation, Bain swiped the screen, the familiar faces of his sworn brothers appearing on the screen. They both smiled when they saw him, a moment of genuine warmth breaking through the tension that had lingered in Bain’s chest since Viktor’s news.Petrov, as always, looked like a man who had stepped out of a warzone—and Sokolov, ever the strategist, gave a sharp nod as
The mafia’s captive The devil in silk
The scent of blood and expensive perfume hung in the air like smoke.Valeria lounged on a velvet chaise in her private suite, the lighting dim, casting shadows that danced like old ghosts on the walls. A glass of red wine swirled in her hand, the liquid as dark as her thoughts. She wore silk—crimson, like fresh blood—and nothing else. The room around her looked like the den of a queen from some violent fairytale: gold-dusted mirrors, antique weapons mounted beside oil paintings, and a wall-length map of New York City dotted with pins and notes in sharp, angry handwriting.Her lips curved into a lazy smile as she lifted the glass to her mouth.“He’s scared,” she murmured. “I can feel it.”Across the room, her informant shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t one of her usual playthings—too tense, too serious—but his intel was valuable. And she had a taste for useful men, even if they bored her.“You asked for a full report,” he said, straightening. “And you need to hear it before you make ano
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The sun poured softly through the tall windows of the Blackwood estate, golden light draping over the polished marble floors and velvet curtains. For once, silence didn’t mean tension—it meant peace.Cassie sat curled up in the nursery, her newborn son nestled against her chest. He was small, warm, and impossibly perfect. His little fingers clutched at the lace of her robe as he slept, his breathing soft and steady.Bain stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching her with a look that no one else ever got to see—soft, reverent, protective. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. Everything was right, at last.Luca wandered past behind him, cradling a mug of coffee, still shirtless, clearly making himself at home. Ryder trailed after him, yawning and muttering something about needing better espresso. They’d both moved in after the chaos had ended, claiming the guest wing. Family. Finally.For the first time in their violent, b
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The night air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood. The abandoned fortress outside Prague burned in the distance, casting a hellish glow over the field where it all came to an end.Bain stood at the center of the battlefield, his black coat soaked in blood—his and his enemies’. His breath came in ragged bursts. His knuckles were raw, his jaw bruised. But his eyes burned with vengeance.Volkov was still standing too, blood streaming from a gash over his eye, his lip split, one arm hanging limp from a dislocated shoulder. Around them, bodies littered the ground—Volkov’s men, torn apart by Bain’s soldiers and the loyal Bratva.Petrov and Sokolov had arrived like thunder, their forces crashing down in a synchronized assault. The Russians fought with brutal efficiency, honoring Bain’s loyalty with bloodshed and power. Gunfire echoed, men screamed, but Bain heard none of it.He saw only Volkov.“You came all this way,” Volkov spat, staggering to his feet, “for a girl.”Bain’s
The mafia’s captive The heart return
The days passed in a blur for Cassie. Life in the farmhouse had become a strange sort of calm. The couple who had taken her in, Mary and George, treated her with nothing but kindness. They provided a safe refuge for her and her unborn child, but Cassie could never shake the feeling that the storm was still brewing, just waiting to crash down.Her belly had grown more prominent in the past few months. At seven months pregnant, every movement was a reminder of the life she carried inside her, a life that had kept her grounded, kept her going. She tried to stay positive, to focus on the moments of peace she found in the farmhouse, but her thoughts were constantly drawn to Bain.She missed him, more than she cared to admit. His absence left a hole in her chest, a constant ache that never quite went away. The uncertainty of what had happened to him—where he was, if he was okay—kept her awake at night, staring out at the horizon, hoping that one day he would come for her. She had faith. She
