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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
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Trapped 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
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Trapped by the Mafia Boss Jackson Piper
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-13Trapped 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
Last Updated : 2025-04-14Trapped 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.”
Last Updated : 2025-04-15Trapped 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
Last Updated : 2025-04-16Trapped 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
Last Updated : 2025-04-17Trapped by the Mafia Boss Chapter 1: Collateral
“What if I don’t want to do this? What if I don't want to sell my body like you—”The slap came faster than I could process, the sting spreading across my cheek as my head snapped to the side.“Don’t you dare question me,” my mother hissed, her voice venomous. “Do you think I wanted to do the things I did? Sleeping with men, lowering myself for you? I sacrificed everything to keep you fed and clothed. You owe me this, Sylvia.”Did every mother say that to their daughter?I held my burning cheek, staring at her in disbelief. Her face was twisted in anger, and the lies dripped from her mouth. She never sacrificed anything for me—not willingly. My father’s death had stripped away the thin veil of decency she once pretended to wear.I took a step back, swallowing the lump rising in my throat. “You didn’t do it for me,” I said quietly. My voice trembling despite my best effort to sound strong. “You did it for the money, for the heels and the dresses, for the nights you could pretend to be
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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
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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
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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,
