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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Trapped by the Mafia Boss D.O.N.E
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Trapped by the Mafia Boss The first time.
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Trapped by the Mafia Boss A clean slate.
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
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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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Trapped by the Mafia Boss Going to.
SYLVIA'S POV "So that's a rose," Isabel started, waving the tiny pink box in front of my face. "It has instructions, and you can watch tutorials on YouTube." She winked like this was the most normal conversation in the world.I swallowed hard, my face heating up as she reached for two more boxes and held them up with a smirk."Black or white dildo?"My mouth went dry. I could not believe this was happening.I glanced from one to the other, my hands itching to snatch them away and throw them into the abyss where no one would ever see them again."I’ll go with the white one," I muttered, barely above a whisper. "Mario’s white."As soon as the words left my mouth, I mentally slapped myself. Did I really just say that?Isabel let out a sharp bark of laughter."Oh my God Sylvia! You did not just say that."I refused to meet her eyes as I grabbed the box and shoved it into my jacket like I was committing a crime."The staff will think you're stealing if you hold it like that," she nudged m
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SYLVIA'S POVThat same day, Mario made an offer on the apartment. After some back and forth, they finally settled on a price. We were told it would take two business days to get everything processed, so the lawyers could meet and set the deal fully in motion.“I still can’t believe we’re moving,” I turned to Mario, barely able to contain the excitement buzzing through me. “Who’s going to pick the colors for the furniture? Or the curtains? Or the kitchen theme?”“You are,” Mario said simply, flashing me a boyish grin. “It’s your house. I’m just going to be Ken while you’re Barbie.”I laughed, rolling my eyes. “That’s a dangerous amount of power you’re handing me.”“I’ll drop my interior decor contact with strict instructions that you’re in charge,” he added, taking my hand. “That okay with you?”“It would be perfect,” I smiled, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek.“Careful,” he chuckled. “You trying to get us into an accident?”When we got back to the house, it was quiet. M
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Mario's POV Sylvia’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she turned to me. “You’re getting a normal apartment?”“You are,” I corrected, beaming.She basically jumped in her seat before scrambling onto my lap, throwing her arms around my neck and planting a kiss right on my lips.“You’re really going to do this for us?” she asked, voice breaking slightly, and my heart swelled at the way she said us, not me. She didn’t even seem to realize it, but I did. She saw a future here. With me.She kissed me again, a little softer this time, before leaning backward, her head resting on the steering wheel like her thoughts had suddenly taken off in a hundred directions.“You know I’ve never made out in a car,” she said absently, then slapped her hand over her mouth like she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “We can change that.” I adjusted the seat slightly to lean back, throwing her a playful look. “There’s a first time for everything.”She rolled her eyes but laughed.
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Mario’s POV“Would you be free tomorrow?” I asked as we drove home, glancing briefly at the passenger seat.Sylvia turned to look at me with a scrunched-up nose. “It’s not like I have anything to do. I feel like an old housewife.” She scoffed, then let out a long breath and shrugged. “Why? What’s going on tomorrow?”I hesitated. Honestly, I didn’t have anything specific planned, I just wanted to spend time with her, do something that didn’t feel like damage control for once.“I was just thinking…” I kept my eyes on the road, “What do you like to do? Like, what’s your dream job?”She blinked, caught off guard. “Dream job?” She repeated, leaning her head against the headrest. “That depends. You mean something I really love or something that makes money?”“Something you really love,” I said. “Let’s pretend money isn’t an issue, cause it clearly isn't.”“Oh right, I forgot,” she deadpanned with a mock gasp. “I have a rich husband my mom basically sold me off to.” She covered her mouth lik
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SYLVIA'S POVI was still caught off guard by Mario’s earlier words about transferring houses, what kind of man just throws that into casual conversation? But before I could say a word, the lawyer cleared his throat again.I leaned toward Mario and muttered, “Can we talk about this later?”He gave me one of those infuriatingly small grins before straightening, his jaw tightening as he turned back to the room. Business mode: activated.The lead lawyer adjusted his glasses and folded his hands on the table. “Let’s begin. The purpose of this meeting is to negotiate a settlement regarding the incident involving Mrs Sylvia and Miss Tina, which, as you all know, has gone viral and caused significant media attention, and police attention.”I shifted in my seat, trying not to roll my eyes when I looked across the table at her. Tina legs were crossed, nails perfect, wearing a snug grin.She gave me a thin smile.Her lawyer, young, too slick, cleared his throat. “My client is prepared to drop al
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SYLVIA'S POVAfter a long back and forth with Mario’s mom and the doctors, we were finally cleared to go home. We were given a list of instructions and warnings, a lot of dos and don'ts that I'm sure Regina zoned out of, at some point. Regina was also given a handful of prescriptions the doctors said would help manage the pain and slow down the cancer. The drive home was quiet for the most part. Regina spoke now and then, random, lighthearted things mostly. I think she was trying to fill the silence, or maybe convince herself everything was now normal.When we finally got back to the house, Mario turned to me. “Go change. We have to meet with my lawyer about the staff issue, you know, the fight.”“God,” I muttered, dragging my feet toward the stairs. “I almost forgot about that. Feels like it happened forever ago.”“It really does,” he agreed, following behind me as we entered the room.I pulled off my shoes and glanced at him. “How much jail time do you think I’d get?” I asked in a
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Sylvia's POVThe thirty minutes dragged by like hours. Mario didn’t sit down again. He just kept pacing, back and forth across the waiting room like he was trying to outrun something. I sat there, my hands clasped together so tight my knuckles turned white, sneaking glances at him every few seconds.When a nurse finally appeared at the door and called for us, Mario practically jumped. I scrambled to my feet and went after him, trying to catch up with his long strides.When we reached the door to Regina’s room, Mario froze.He stood there, hand hovering over the handle, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. I reached out, gently brushing my fingers against his arm. He flinched like he didn’t even realize I was there, then looked down at me with this broken, hollow look that twisted my stomach into knots.I opened the door gently, careful not to make a sound. Mario just stood there in the doorway, frozen for a moment. Regina sat up in her bed, her eyes lighting up the second she saw
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SYLVIA'S POV I didn’t know what to say to Mario, so when the doctor came out and interrupted us, I let out a quiet sigh of relief, sinking deeper into my chair."I would like to speak to you in my office," the doctor said, his tone clipped and professional. His eyes flicked over Mario’s outfit a little too long, his disapproval almost visible before he turned sharply and started walking down the hallway."Why the fuck did you even wear this?" I muttered under my breath, nudging Mario in the side with my elbow as we stood to follow.He smirked, glancing at me sideways. "My friend lent them to me. Figured my usual clothes weren’t exactly... business meeting appropriate for dealing with other gang members."I rolled my eyes. "And is that why you drowned yourself in whiskey and cigarette smoke too?" I asked, tilting my head up to catch his expression.Mario chuckled, that low, warm sound that always seemed to crack my walls a little. "You're so witty," he said, grinning lazily. "One of t
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SYLVIA’S POVI was too stunned to speak. My mouth hung open slightly, my eyes as wide as saucers as I stared at her."What... what did you just say?" I finally asked.She didn't answer right away, instead, she stared at the grass for a long, heavy moment, like she was trying to gather pieces of herself.When she finally spoke, her voice was so low, I had to lean closer to hear her."They gave the three of them guns after months of abuse," she said. "And they told them if they shot one of themselves, it would all end. The pain, the abuse, the fear... it would all be over. And they could go back to living normal lives."I blinked, feeling my stomach knot tighter and tighter."Gerard..." she paused, pressing her lips together. "Gerard used to be Mario’s favorite brother. And Gerard was Michael’s favorite too. But Mario and Michael... they didn’t get along.There was always tension there."She glanced at me, almost like she was asking for permission to keep going.I nodded silently, urgi
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Sylvia's POVMario didn’t come back that night after he stormed out.I barely slept, tossing and turning, glancing at my phone every few minutes like a fool waiting for a text that never came. By morning, there was still no sign of him. No message. No missed calls. Nothing.I asked around, clinging to hope. The staff all gave me the same helpless looks. Nobody knew anything.Or maybe they were lying. Maybe he had asked them not to tell me.By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting around, waiting, pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside. My chest felt too tight. I needed to do something, anything. So I stormed upstairs, straight to Gerard’s room.I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and walked right in.He barely even looked at me. Just kept rummaging through a drawer, his back tense. A half-packed suitcase sat open on his bed, clothes tossed in like he didn’t give a damn where he was going."What do you want?" he muttered, voice sharp and dismissive.Something inside
