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Sylvia’s POVI shot up so fast that Isabel chuckled, clearly amused. That’s when I realized I didn’t even know her name."Before we go on this top-secret mission, what do I even call you?" I asked, still buzzing with excitement.She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Isabel," she said, offering her hand."Sylvia," I replied, shaking it like we were striking a deal. Maybe we were.We started walking, Isabel leading the way through the quieter parts of the house. She kept to the back corridors, her steps light and careful, like she had done this a million times before.We almost made it. Almost.Then we ran straight into a maid.Isabel tensed beside me, her fingers twitching like she wanted to shrink into herself. The woman who was older, with a sour expression like she drank vinegar for breakfast, turned her sharp gaze on Isabel, completely ignoring me."What are you doing here?" she demanded, her tone laced with disapproval.Isabel flinched. I didn't like that."She’s showing m
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Sylvia’s POVI exhaled slowly, staring at the door as if my mind alone could force it open. It didn’t move. Didn’t creak. Didn’t even have the decency to pretend it might give way if we pushed hard enough."We’re locked in," Isabel said, her voice a little too breathy, like she was trying not to panic.She rattled the handle again, pushing against the door with her shoulder this time. It didn’t budge. From the other side, there was nothing but silence, whoever locked us in was totally gone.Panic was eating at my stomach."We should look for another exit," I said, stepping away from the door. "There has to be one."Isabel hesitated. "Or we could just... stay here? Maybe they’ll open the door eventually."I gave her a look. "Yeah, sure. Let’s just sit down, hold hands, and hope for the best. Maybe they’ll even send snacks."She pursed her lips. "Okay, okay. No need to be mean about it."I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down my face as I paced in front of the door. This was bad. Worse
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SYLVIA'S povI walked up the stairs and down the hallway that led to my room. That’s when I saw her, Jasmine perfume lady stepping out of Mario’s room like she belonged there.She wore his shirt, the fabric hanging loosely over a skimpy skirt that barely counted as clothing. My chest tightened, but I said nothing. I kept walking, turning my face away.But her voice, sweet and artificial, stopped me."Wait, aren’t you Mario's wife?"I inhaled slowly before turning, arching a brow. "I am. Do you have a problem with that?"She laughed, a sound so fakely sweet it made my teeth clench. "No, of course not. It’s just... I didn’t expect you to be so okay with Mario still being with me. You know, I heard a lot about you from him when you two were just dating."I stared at her, unimpressed. I knew exactly what she was doing, baiting me with lies, testing how much she could get under my skin."Must’ve been nice," I said flatly. "Anything else? Or do you have another client waiting?"The smile dr
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SYLVIA'S POVI don’t know how long I cried. Time blurred as I sat there, my back against the door, my arms wrapped around my knees. I hated the way I felt, how vulnerable I was. My eyes burned, my chest ached, but eventually, exhaustion won.I forced myself up and crawled into bed, my body heavy with weariness. Sleep pulled me under, but somewhere in the haze, I heard a knock. Distant.I couldn't bring myself to move.I let it go unanswered.By the time I woke up again, another knock echoed through the room. Groggy, I blinked at the clock—1 PM. Almost three hours had passed.Dragging myself out of bed, I rubbed my eyes and made my way to the door, yanking it open.No one was there.Just a package. And a bunch of lilac roses resting on top.I stared at them for a moment, my stomach twisting with unease. The hallway was empty, not a single soul lingering. I bent down, picked up the package, and shut my door.The scent of the flowers was soft, and sweet. But the moment I spotted the sma
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SYLVIA'S POV The stuffed elephant sat on my bed taunting me. I had listened to the record player, just once. It had been a song. A stupid, sentimental, apology song that had made me smile.I hated that.I hated that he was getting to me, that despite everything, a part of me still reacted to his gestures. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to show up with gifts, with flowers, and stupid hand written letters and expect me to just forgive him.But they were working, weren’t they?I let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through my hair as I paced my room. The hours had blurred together, my entire day wasted waiting for packages I swore I didn’t care about. It was pathetic. I was pathetic.And I was done.I wasn’t going to sit here like some trained pet, waiting for the next knock, the next delivery, the next carefully placed attempt to get under my skin.No.This time, I was going to be at the door first.So I stood there, arms crossed, heart pounding. And when the footsteps came, foll
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Sylvia’s POVI had made plans.I was going to move out of my mother’s apartment, leave this city behind, and start over somewhere new. A fresh beginning, away from all the chaos, away from Mario, and away from everything that reminded me of this life. I just had to wait.Mario had promised the money, and once it arrived, I’d pack my things, book a bus ticket, and never look back.When I got home last night, I ignored my mother’s prying questions, brushing her off with a simple, “Mario and I are getting a divorce.” That was all she needed to know.I ignored my stepbrother. Ignored his cigarette smoke clouding the already suffocating air, his grumbling about something I didn’t care enough to listen to. None of it mattered. All I needed was that money.Then, minutes later, I heard it.My mother’s scream of joy.“Keep it down, woman,” my stepbrother had yelled from the couch.“Oh, shut up!” she snapped, already dialing a number. A moment later, I heard her voice again, this time softer, d
Last Updated : 2025-03-23Trapped by the Mafia Boss The night shattered
Sylvia’s POVBy noon, my mother was gone. Every last piece of her clothing, every trace of her couch boyfriend, gone. The house felt hollow.For a moment, I just stood there, taking it in. The silence. The emptiness. The temporary calm before the storm.By 5 p.m., that storm arrived.The front door swung open with a loud thud, followed by the unmistakable sound of stumbling footsteps. The stench of alcohol hit me before I even saw him. My stepbrother. He barely looked at me before he stumbled into the kitchen, and after a while, stumbled back out."Why the hell is there no food? Where’s Mom?" he slurred, his words thick but still loud enough to grate on my nerves.I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at him. Instead, I turned on my heel and made my way upstairs, shutting my door behind me and locking it.A few minutes later, the banging started."Sylvia!" His voice was an ugly mix of anger and intoxication. "Open this damn door!"I didn’t.Instead, I grabbed my headphones, shoved them
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Mario’s POVShe’d said no, and I was proud of myself for stopping.I hadn’t always been the guy who respected boundaries. Hell, there was a time I wouldn’t have even thought to ask.But with Sylvia? I didn’t want to be anything less than careful. Less than perfect.Even if it meant walking out of that room with a hard-on that could crack rock.Her trembling voice when she told me to stop... That haunted me more than I expected.The way her eyes had gone wide, distant, like something had pulled her out of the present and dropped her in a memory she didn’t want to relive.And yet, after all of that, the way she curled back into me; quiet, warm, trusting.That part stuck even harder.She still trusted me. Even when her body remembered pain.And the worst part?I wanted her even more now."I think I'll go for a walk to clear my mind," Sylvia’s voice broke through my thoughts.She shifted away from me with a soft kiss to my lips, apologetic, then padded over to the table, picking up my shi
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Torture me.
Mario's POV I let out a shaky breath when Sylvia pressed into me even more."I don't think wiggling your butt on me is going to help me wait," I murmured against her ear.She chuckled softly, and I felt the vibrations through her neck, right into my chest. "I think I like torturing you," she replied, her voice teasing as she pressed her ass even harder against my throbbing dick.I groaned, gripping her waist tightly to steady her, and myself.“God, fuck, Sylvia.”“I thought you were a man with self-control?” she smirked, twisting in my arms and rolling onto her back.“I wanna see how long it takes before you break.”Then the covers slipped.My brain short-circuited for a second. Her bare chest was right there, perfect and soft, a delicate rise with each breath. If only she knew the things I wanted to do to her. How badly I wanted to bury my face between those curves, to suck and squeeze and taste every inch of her skin.But I didn’t move. I just stared, jaw clenched, heart racing lik
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SYLVIA'S POV I woke up to a dull throb in my head… and something warm and heavy draped over my waist.Then I felt it.A large hand cupped gently over my breast from under, his palm firm and warm, and behind me… he was hard.I stiffened for a moment, my body tense by instinct, but I didn't pull away.My eyes fluttered open, and the morning light peeked in from the curtains. His hand didn’t move. It just rested there, holding me like I was fragile, like he knew I might break.And somehow, I didn’t feel fear.Instead, I felt wanted.I closed my eyes again, breathing him in. His scent. The rise and fall of his chest. The way his grip tightened slightly in his sleep, fingers curling just a little more.I bit back a sound, because even though it surprised me, even though it should’ve made me panic that I was half naked in bed with a man… it didn’t.It turned me on.A slow ache bloomed low in my belly. It was small, a spark. But real.I stayed like that for a few minutes, letting myself fee
Trapped by the Mafia Boss I think I love you.
SYLVIA’S POVMario helped me sit up, one arm behind my back, the other holding his phone to his ear. He was barking orders, fast and urgent, but I was too out of it to follow what he was saying. My head was spinning again, the medicine pulling me under, but I caught one thing... “At the front!” and then his voice was gone, replaced by my own weak protest.“I don’t want to go,” I mumbled, trying to fall back into the bed. My body was heavy, every part of me aching, but Mario didn’t listen. He shushed me gently, scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and started moving.I clung to his shirt, pressing my face into his chest. His heart was beating fast.“Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. “I like your skin better.”My fingers were tangled in the fabric. I think I was smiling, but I wasn’t sure. Mario didn’t answer. He just started running.We burst through the hallway, my head bouncing slightly against his shoulder with each step. Two nurses appeared in front of us, bloc
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Need to leave.
SYLVIA’S POVWhen my eyes fluttered open again, everything felt hazy, muted and surreal, like I was floating just beneath the surface of water.“She's awake! She's awake!”The sudden excitement in the room jerked me back into awareness. A doctor and two nurses hovered over me. The harsh brightness of the hospital lights made me squint my eyes.“BP's coming up... 119 over 81.”“She’s stabilizing.”“We need another bag of fluids and slow down the oxygen.”Their voices overlapped, echoing in my ears like. I tried to move, but a tight, scratchy feeling in my throat made me wince, my ribs were hurting and it made me wonder if I had been given CPR.“Easy,” a nurse said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You passed out, and stopped breathing for over a minute. But you’re safe now, okay? You’re safe.”I tried to nod, but even that took too much energy.I tried to remember why I had passed out, and when I did, a wave if nausea hit me hard. Beth was dead.Before I could dwell much on the t
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Beth
Sylvia’s POVEverything was plain white when my eyes fluttered open.The ceiling, the sheets, even the blinding light above me, it all blended into a hazy blur. The sterile smell of antiseptic clung to my nostrils. A dull, persistent throbbing pulsed at my neck, and when I tried to move, a tight tug held me back.A neck brace.My breath caught, panic creeping in slowly, until the door burst open.Footsteps echoed, fast and urgent. A doctor in a white coat rushed in, followed by two nurses. Their expressions shifted between worry and focus as they circled me.“Check her pulse again... blood pressure’s stable, oxygen okay,” one nurse said, scribbling onto a clipboard.The doctor leaned over me. “Signora… can you hear me? What is your name?”My lips parted. “Sylvia… Sylvia.”“Good,” he nodded. “Do you know what day it is?”I blinked. “No. I… I don’t remember.”“That’s okay. You’ve been unconscious for nearly twenty-four hours. You had severe bruising around your neck, likely from attemp
Trapped by the Mafia Boss She called them!
Sylvia's POVI couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe, Mario had rushed into the house, and now all I heard was the sounds of fists colliding with flesh.I could hear them grunting, the crash of furniture toppling over, and the sickening sound of bodies hitting the floor. Panic rushed through me, and my mind scrambled for any way to stop this.I rushed to the front door and peered in, my eyes searching for a way to intervene, but I was frozen in terror. Then I heard another loud crash, something shattered, followed by a painful grunt from Mario.That was it. I couldn’t just stand there.I quickly dialed 112, my fingers shaking as I pressed the numbers. The phone rang once, then twice, before the operator picked up in Italian."Polizia di Stato, come posso aiutarla?"I could barely make sense of the words, my throat too tight, but I screamed into the phone, “My husband and our neighbor are fighting, please, it’s horrible! They might kill each other if someone doesn’t stop them soon! Please
Trapped by the Mafia Boss Fury.
SYLVIA'S POV"He's going to regret ever laying his hands on you." That was the only thing Mario said before he grabbed his phone from the table and swiftly turned to the staff. "Send the bill to my Financial PA, he’ll sort it out." His voice was firm, his jaw clenched as he shot a quick glance my way before heading toward the door."Mario, wait!" I called out, rushing to grab my bag. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to stop him or explain myself. The whole restaurant seemed to freeze as we passed, every eye on us, whispers following our every step.By the time I reached the car door, Mario was already inside the car, engine running, his hands gripping the wheel like he was ready to tear the world apart. The door slammed shut as I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding.He pulled away without a word, the tires squealing slightly as we sped down the street. I opened my mouth, tried to find the right words, but nothing came out. How could I explain? How could I justify not telling
Trapped by the Mafia Boss The date.
SYLVIA'S POVThe drive to the restaurant Mario had picked out was calm... too calm. I stared out the window most of the way, watching trees blur past and trying not to think about the bruise hiding beneath my scarf.Mario talked through most of the ride. Something about a client. A deal. Numbers. Honestly, I wasn’t really listening. My mind kept drifting back to the living room floor, back to Jackson’s face twisted in anger, and it made me scared for Beth. What would he do to her if he found her?I nodded when I thought I should, gave a few “mmhm”s at intervals just to make it seem like I was following along. I wasn’t.Then suddenly, the car slowed and pulled over to the side of the road. My brows furrowed as I glanced at him.“You okay?” he asked, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other turned slightly toward me. His eyes searched mine like he already knew something was off.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, too quickly, then shrugged. “Why?”He gave me that look... the kind
