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Trapped by the Mafia Boss While you're at it.
SYLVIA’S POVI woke up screaming.My body twisted in the sheets, my nails clawing at the fabric as I tried to get away from the hands I could feel gripping me, words ringing in my ears, the sharp snap of a belt hitting me. My breath came fast like I was drowning."Sylvia, nobody's hurting you. Wake up."The voice was distant, muffled beneath the panic roaring in my head. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t here, I was back there, trapped in a memory I couldn’t escape.A face flashed before me, smug and cruel. My stepbrother. He was standing there, belt in hand, grinning.I fought. I kicked, scratched, lashed out with everything I had."Sylvia, fucking hell!"The sharp curse was what finally pulled me out. My eyes flew open.I was in Mario’s room.And Mario was in front of me, blood seeping between his fingers as he clutched his face.Oh, God.I stared at him, my chest rising and falling too fast, my heart still hammering like it hadn’t caught up to reality yet.I did that.“I... I’m sorry,” I
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SYLVIA'S POVI sat frozen, my fingers still curled around my fork, though my appetite had long since disappeared.Mario’s words echoed in my head, sharp and bitter. I waited for him to take it back, to apologize and tell me he didn't mean it, but nothing came."Did you just say that to me after what I went through yesterday?" My voice came out in a shaky whisper, as I tried to calm myself down.Mario didn’t answer. He just shot me a quick glance, his expression unreadable, before getting up and storming out of the kitchen.The shock turned to anger, burning hot under my skin. I pushed back my chair and stormed after him, taking the stairs two at a time, almost losing my foot halfway. By the time I reached his room, he was throwing things into a small duffel bag.I didn’t think. I just swung.My fist connected with his already bruised cheek, snapping his head to the side. His jaw clenched, and before I could swing again, he shoved me back."Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed, launchin
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Sylvia's POV When I woke up later that evening, my mouth was dry, my head pounding like a drum and that’s when I saw him.Jonas.He was sitting on the sofa, watching me, arms crossed. On the nightstand, a bottle of water and aspirin sat waiting.Without a word, I reached for them, swallowing the pills with a grimace. My head still felt like it was floating, but at least the room wasn’t spinning anymore."Hopefully, you remember calling me here," Jonas said dryly.I let out a weak chuckle. "Did you leave midway? I think I heard the gate open."He nodded, stretching his legs out. "Went out to get you food. Figured you’d wake up miserable." He gestured toward the bag at his feet.A small, grateful smile tugged at my lips. "Thanks," I murmured, reaching for it.We sat in silence as I ate, until Jonas spoke."I don’t know why you called me here," he started, "And honestly you're trouble, I’m starting to regret ever talking to you in that club."I glanced up at him, raising a brow, but he
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Mario’s POVRegret.It sat heavy in my chest, a gnawing feeling that refused to go away. Beneath it lurked guilt, anger, and jealousy, all the emotions I had been too much of a coward to face before. But watching Sylvia walk out that door, it hit me just how much of a mess I had made of her life.I forced her into this marriage. Dragged her into a world she never wanted to be part of. Let my brother try to get close to her. Cheated on her. Gave her divorce papers a night after she got assaulted by her brother like it meant nothing. And now this.I had been a certified asshole.And if I let her walk out of this house tonight, I might never get another chance to make things right.That thought jolted me into action. I rushed out of the room, through the living room, and into the cold night air. Sylvia was at the gate, struggling with the latch. Her hands were trembling. Her shoulders shook. The moment she heard me behind her, she stiffened and turned, her face set in a look that nearly
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Sylvia’s POVI felt Mario stiffen behind me the minute I said the words I had held in for thirteen years. His breath hitched, his arm around me going tense, but he didn’t speak. He had promised to listen, and for once, I hoped he would keep that promise.I stared at the wall, my fingers clutching the blanket as the memories I had buried so deep began to surface.***I was ten."Mom," I whispered, standing at the kitchen doorway. My hands were trembling, the hem of my nightgown clenched between my fingers. "He... he touched me."She was cooking, the smell of fried onions and tomatoes filling the air. She didn’t turn around."Touched you?" she asked, her voice distracted, like I had told her I lost a toy, not my innocence.I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. "He came into my room last night. He—" My throat closed up, and I couldn't get the words out.She sighed, turning to face me, her expression unreadable. She looked at my tear-streaked face, the way my hands shook, and for a sec
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SYLVIA'S POVThe smell of bacon was what pulled me from sleep, my nose twitching as the scent curled into my dreams and dragged me back to reality. I groaned, rolling onto my side, but before I could bury my face into the pillow, a quiet "Careful," reached my ears, followed by a warm hand tapping my arm gently.My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and the first thing I saw was Mario’s face above mine, looking down at me with a smile that was way too bright for this early in the morning. I frowned, lifting a weak hand to push at his chest."Why are you so damn bubbly this morning?" My voice came out rough with sleep, and I squinted up at him, trying to look annoyed.He chuckled, yanking the blanket away from me in response. "Because I made you breakfast."I scowled, sitting up as I reached for the blanket, but he only grinned, dodging my grab."And," he continued, puffing out his chest slightly, "it's not burnt. Took a lot of practice. And, well… throwing a lot of ruined one
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-28Trapped by the Mafia Boss distraction
Mario's POVI sat in my office, the screen of my laptop lit up. Sylvia’s image flickered in front of me, moving through her new apartment, completely unaware that I was watching. I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised I would only check if it was necessary. But here I was, breaking my own rules.I should close it. I should stop. But I didn’t.She moved with ease, her body relaxed, her lips curved into a smile as she spoke to Isabel. They laughed, the sound lost to me, but I could see it in the way her shoulders shook. Then she grabbed Isabel’s hand and led her to the bedroom, the one room without a camera. My jaw clenched.The screen now showed nothing but the empty living room, but my mind filled in the blanks. What were they doing? Talking? Changing? My hands curled into fists on my desk. I shouldn’t care this much. I shouldn’t be thinking about this at all.Minutes passed, and then she reappeared. Laughing. Her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly messy. Something in my chest ti
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29Trapped by the Mafia Boss Sylvia
SYLVIA'S POV Isabel was practically vibrating with excitement as she pulled me into the shopping mall. The place screamed wealth, glass walls reflecting the golden glow of chandelier lights, marble floors clicking under the shoppers designer heels, and well-dressed staff standing at every corner, watching, waiting. I wasn’t used to places like this.A woman in a sleek black dress approached us with a practiced smile, though her eyes carried the exhaustion of someone who would rather be anywhere else."Welcome to Opulence Galleria. What would you like to shop for today?"Isabel barely spared her a glance. "Everything. And we don’t need your help."I bit my lip as Isabel grabbed my hand, dragging me deeper into the store. The worker muttered something under her breath before turning away, and I almost felt bad. Almost. But then we walked past a display of handbags that probably cost more than 6 months of my former rent, my guilt evaporated."Alright, first things first," Isabel announ
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Trapped by the Mafia Boss Let go
SYLVIA'S POVThe day dragged on painfully slow after Mario had left. I had the TV on, but I wasn’t really watching. Just noise filling up the silence. The apartment felt too quiet without Mario, and I found myself glancing at the clock more times than I cared to admit.It was a little past 1 PM when the doorbell rang.I paused, confused. Mario wouldn’t be back this early.I walked over and opened the door—and there she was.Beth.Her face was blotchy, her eyes swollen. She stood there with a small travel box in one hand, her other hand trembling slightly.“Beth?” I blinked. “What happened?”She didn’t answer right away. I took the suitcase from her and stepped aside to let her in. Her steps were heavy, almost reluctant, like even walking hurt.“I’m leaving,” she said, voice already cracking as she sank onto the couch. “He’s been cheating, Sylvia. Not once. Not twice. Four. Four different women.”Her voice rose with each word, and by the time she finished, she was crying again, wiping
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Easy to fall.
Sylvia’s POVThe smell of bacon and hot chocolate drifted into my nose, gently pulling me out of sleep. I blinked one eye open, the morning light soft against the curtains. Mario was at the far end of the room, sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.As soon as he heard me stir, he looked up and smiled... wide, warm, and boyish.“Morning, sunshine,” he grinned, and just like that, my cheeks warmed. That was all it took for me to blush like some lovesick teenager.“You’re awake,” he said as he closed the book and stood up. He walked over, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing.“Mario—” I started, half-laughing, half-protesting.“Shhh,” he hushed me with a grin, carrying me into the bathroom like it was the most normal thing in the world.He set me gently on my feet in front of the sink. “Brush. Your hot chocolate’s getting cold,” he said, his voice lower now, softer, eyes on me through the mirror.I stared back
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Make love to you
SYLVIA’S POVBeth was talking, but I wasn't listening to anything she said. I kept nodding at the right moments, hoping she wouldn’t notice how far gone I was.My chest felt tight. My palms were sweating.I knew Jackson.I knew his mouth.And I knew there was no way he’d be around Mario and not say something. He lived for chaos. For the shock. For the way people froze when they didn’t know if he was joking or dead serious.The worst part? I didn’t even have anything to hide… but that didn’t mean I’d told Mario everything.Not about high school.Not about the time I’d gone to visit a friend and ended up in a nightmare I couldn't speak of.Not about the shame, or how I’d buried it so deep I sometimes convinced myself it hadn’t happened at all.“…and I’m pregnant. Sylvia, are you even listening to me?”Beth’s voice finally cut through.I blinked, turning to her like I was waking up from a bad dream.“What?” I asked, my voice too soft.She stared at me. “I knew it. You weren’t listening.”
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Dark past.
Mario’s POVThe change in Sylvia was instant.One second she was standing beside me beaming, the next she was stiff. Her body had stiffened like a statue, her smile vanished, and I could feel her retreat inward even as she stood right there.Then I looked at the man who had opened the door.Recognition flashed between them. His eyes dragged over her, slow and full of something I didn’t like one bit. Lust. Arrogance, and it made my jaw clenched.I wanted to grab Sylvia, take her right back to the house and away from whatever this was. But instead, the guy stepped forward, hand outstretched like nothing was wrong, like he didn’t just make my wife freeze up like that.“I’m Jackson,” he said, beaming like we were old pals.I took his hand and gripped it tighter than I needed to, just to make a point. His grin faltered for a split second.“I’m Mario,” I said, staring him straight in the eye. Then I added, louder, slower, “And this is my wife, Sylvia.”He nodded, stepping aside to let us in
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Sylvia“Come on, let’s check out what your shopper got for me,” I said, tugging Mario’s hand after pulling away from our hug. But he didn’t budge.“I have a couple of things to—”“No, not right now!” I cut him off sharply, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m not doing this with you. If you were going to be so busy, why didn’t you just let me stay back in New York instead of dragging me out here, into the middle of nowhere to be bored out of my mind?”Mario sighed, already looking tired. “You needed a break from all that chaos.”“If I wanted a break and a solo vacation, I would’ve picked somewhere with palm trees and cocktails, not this lake house where the only highlight of my day will be waving at the neighbor.” I folded my arms tightly, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re either coming upstairs with me or I’m walking right out that door.”There was a pause. Then another long sigh from him before he finally gave in, taking my hand and walking toward the stairs.“You’re so
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Soft and Sure
Sylvia POVAt some point during the flight, I must've dozed off. When I stirred, I felt a presence leaning over me. It was Mario."I thought I’d have to carry you off the plane," he said with a soft chuckle, like the heavy moment we’d shared earlier had never happened, like he had not walked off on me.I didn’t say anything. Just sat up and stood, brushing past him quietly.We got off the plane, and someone gestured me toward a waiting car. Just before I stepped in, Mario walked up to me."I can’t come with you right now," he said, tone calm and collected. "I need to take care of a few things. I should be at the lake house in an hour or two."I nodded, giving a small shrug like it didn’t matter, even though I wanted to break down and ask why he kept on switching up on me.The car pulled away and the ride was quiet, the kind of silence that made you think too much. After nearly an hour, we turned onto a quieter road lined with beautiful lake houses. Most looked empty—probably because i
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Unsettled me
Sylvia POV"Is this really a good idea?" I asked for the umpteenth time as we stepped out of the black limousine and headed toward the private jet. And of course, just as I was thinking it couldn’t get worse, there they were, two reporters, chasing after us like paparazzi on a mission."Mr. Mario Salvatore, are you fleeing with your wife?" they asked, almost in perfect unison.Mario stopped in his tracks, staring them down. I swear, the way he looked at them made the reporters flinch, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he did it. He had that effect on people."If we were fleeing, trust me, you wouldn't know. Now, run along before I have you arrested for trespassing," Mario said, his voice calm but with a dangerous edge.The reporters didn’t hesitate for a second. They scrambled away, cameras in hand, and I swear I saw them look over their shoulders like they were trying to escape a wild animal. Mario turned back to me with a playful smirk."Do you think I’m scary?" he ask
Trapped by the Mafia Boss I loved it
Sylvia POVAfter a 15-minute drive, we arrived at the station, and I was immediately led into a small, cold interrogation room.“Do you want to tell us about what happened?” the detective asked, his tone calm, but his eyes were sharp and studying me, watching every tiny movement.“No. I would like to have a lawyer present first,” I said, keeping my voice even.He stared harder, like he was trying to get under my skin, trying to make me crack. But I didn’t flinch.“We’re only asking questions, that’s all,” he pressed.“I still want my lawyer,” I replied, firm.He exhaled slowly. “Okay then, do you have a lawyer you want to call?”“No,” I said. “I’ll wait for a public defender to be assigned.”“You’re sure you don’t want to call your husband?” he asked again, leaning slightly forward like the question might hit differently this time.“No.”He nodded, tight-lipped. “Alright. Then we’ll have to check you in as an inmate until we can get someone assigned. It might take a day or two.”I shr
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Assault?
SYLVIA'S POV The next two days went by in a blur. I ordered takeout, rotted away on the couch, my phone switched off, my eyes glued to the TV news channel, drowning in the endless cycle of my own destruction.When I wasn’t watching TV, I was reading every article I could find about myself. The internet had no mercy. Insults, mockery, people tearing me apart piece by piece, all of it made worse by the fact that I knew they were right. I had become the joke of the week, the woman who had lost control in the most public way possible.By the third day, Isabel had come by. She knocked on the door for nearly an hour, her voice getting more frantic with each passing minute. But I stayed silent.“I know you’re in there, Sylvia. Just reply, at least let me know you’re okay. Pick up the phone!” But I stayed quiet. I couldn't face anyone, not even her.On day four, things took another turn. The 5 o’clock news was on when everything went downhill again. I was curled up in a blanket on the couch,
