All Chapters of Stolen by the Mafia King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[Juliette’s POV] Julie… Agatha? Julie… A figure appeared before me. I tried to move closer. But I couldn't feel anything. I heard my desperate voice calling out to her. Mother! Mother? Is that really her? The figure cleared into the silhouette of a woman with an hourglass figure and a fist-sized hair bun. I squinted to take a better look and backed away in shock. Mother!! I cried out. My voice echoed in my mind. Where've you gone? I ran towards her. The closer I got, the more detailed her features. Are you in love with the Virtus, Julie? Her voice floated towards me. I paused and stared at her displeased look. You're in love with Ralph Virtus, aren't you, Julie? I shook my head. No, mother, it's not what it seems. I can explain... hear me out.... He's a savage, Julie! As were those before him! If you stayed married to him, it would be the end of all of us! The end of the Lux line! He would kill us all! He's the Devil! My heart sank. I… I'm not in love w

[Juliette’s POV] “Take it back,” Agatha said sharply. “Tell Joseph to cook again.” Immediately, the servants removed the plates of food from the table. “What’s wrong with the food, Agatha?” I asked, squinting in puzzlement. Agatha maintained a professional smile. “My apologies, Julie. I’ll get Joseph to make something else.” I glanced at the servants disappearing into the doorway that led to the kitchen, picturing Joseph thrashing at them for returning his food. I turned back to Agatha and asked, “But, won’t Joseph be upset? We’ve never sent something back like that.” Agatha turned to Ralph, who was staring at the table as though there was a dirty spot on it, and bowed apologetically. “Fret not, Mr. Ralph. The food will be ready in ten minutes.” Ralph gave a quick nod, and Agatha left for the kitchen. Alone with the Mafia King, I decided to confront him about Luke. Agatha had sent him dozens of texts and made numerous calls, but he hadn't responded to any of them, an

[Juliette’s POV] I spotted Agatha near the closed doors of the main entrance. She had been staring at me until I met her gaze, and then those kind eyes fell into an apologetic look. Shit. It has happened. That son of a bitch managed to turn the tables around to his favour. But, how did he find out? Only Agatha knew about the invitation cards, and I told no one about my entire move! Agatha couldn’t have betrayed me. I moved to a vacant spot to search the entire area for Ralph—he was chatting with a group of giggling middle-aged widows. Great! The stage! I need to get up there and make the speech now. Fuck the programme! I need to salvage whatever is left of my plan. Picking up the front of my dress, I hurried over to the front of the massive ocean of crowd. Ben stopped me at the steps. “Juliette, what are you doing?” “My speech! It’s seven ten, isn’t it?” “There’s been a change of programme,” a deep voice sounded above me. Damn it! I refused to move, my mind working ha

[Juliette’s POV} “I hate you too,” he growled and tugged my hair, pulling my head back to plunge deeper into my mouth, stroking the full length of my tongue, rubbing it urgently. He ripped my gown apart, and his hands started fondling my breasts, teasing their weight as his fingers played with their sensitive buds until they cried with need. I gasped in pleasure and my hands found his abs and started kneading his fine muscles. He broke away and muttered, “Fuck, I miss these.” His mouth closed over a rosy peak, releasing another gasp from me. My fingers dug into his mane, caressing and tugging at his soft curls, and he sucked harder to reward my response. “Mmm, shit!” I hissed fiercely as another electrifying streak streamed up from my curled toes. I arched my back to have more of his lips. All of a sudden, I was hoisted up. Fearing he would slip off me, I locked my ankles around him to secure his lips on me, and hugged his head tight as he continued kissing downwards to my

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS HINTS OF VIOLENCE* [Juliette’s POV] He kissed me passionately. When we broke apart, he pulled me into his arms and we laid down once more. This time, we did nothing more than cuddle, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s presence and the tranquillity of the moment. As I listened to his peaceful heartbeat, I drifted back to sleep. ***** Morning light opened my eyes to the glorious sight of a handsome giant sleeping like a child beside me. I scrutinised his features until those exhausted eyelids opened and shut again. A genuine smile touched his lips and he whispered huskily, “Good morning, kitten.” I shifted forward and pressed my lips against his, and they broadened into a grin as his hand slid up my right thigh—. GROWL….. He snickered and commented something about my empty stomach roaring like a battle tank, then jumped off bed to avoid a flying pillow aimed for his head, and made a call to room service. Forty minutes later, a fe