All Chapters of Mafia’s doll: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhys growled throwing his phone on the passenger seat, his head spinning with both fury and white-hot rage. He underestimated Francis. Not only he lost two of his shipments worth billions but now the bastard was making a council to throw Rhys off the underworld. Rhys almost pitied the man. He’d make him scream and cry when he’d get his hands on her. Slowly killing him and torturing every single council member who dared to go against him. There were two rules Rhys go by—never have mercy on his enemies. And second—always follow the first rule. Rhys knew the day he stepped foot in this mafia world that this was not going to be easy, and he was not the boy to do easy things. He preferred challenges, thrilling and dangerous ones. And his trust in himself brought him near the pillars of success, as most feared man in underworld and worldwide. He had both the looks and money to buy anything, with just a flick of his fingers. Women, cars, houses, buildings, he could even buy those two lost

Rhys paced around the room worked up. He regretted it. How could he be so blinded by his desires and anger that he hurt her? Again. Rhys felt like he just ripped his own heart apart. He shredded it in millions of pieces and each piece was now piercing his skin. He ran his hand through his hair sighing loudly as his eyes moved to Amara. She was asleep, after crying and screaming for more than an hour. He didn’t know what triggered her panic, but he knew he was the one to blame. With a heavy heart, he averted his eyes from her and walked to the window. Looking up at the night sky, he wondered what could have happened to Amara for her to be so scared and anxious. Adrian hadn’t told him anything, he just said she was in an accident, and at that moment too Rhys felt like dying. But now he knew there was more than it looked. There was no way she’d have nightmares—same nightmares—and the words she repeated. Pulling out his phone he dialled the only number who could answer him. The call co

Amara spends two days in her room, completing the painting. On the morning of the second day, she found herself wide awake staring a the ceiling lost in her thoughts. Last night, she once again had the same nightmare but this time, it was not just a nightmare, she saw Rhys in her dream, as her knight in shining armour. Her feelings for him were confusing and yet she couldn’t understand them wholly. The next day was warm and sunny unlike the last few gloomy days and she was more than ecstatic to roam in the gardens."This is so much fun!" Amara giggled. "Is it now?" Martha said looking over at Amara. The young girl looked so carefree and happy. Once again today, Martha had tied Amara’s hair in a braid bun, but today there were no flowers. She still managed to look ethereal and angelic. "I wonder when they’ll grow…" Amara pouted looking down at the freshly planted plants. Martha rolled her eyes. "They’re still babies. Just like people they also need care and nurturing to grow." Swea

Amara nervously fidgeted with her fingers as Rhys stood right beside her. The guard told them Adrian just arrived. And after so many days, Amara wasn’t sure how she should feel. All the emotions seemed to envelop her. Martha was in the kitchen preparing the drinks. And now they stood in the lobby waiting for Adrian. Amara's heart raced as Adrian entered the room. Her mind was flooded with memories of his soft touches, the smiles, the shared glances, the tender moments. But now, as he stood there in that impeccably tailored dark blue suit, looking just as dashing as she remembered, there was an unfamiliar tension in the air. She had expected to feel joy at seeing him again, but all she could manage was a forced smile.Adrian's light eyes met hers, and he offered a small smile. Whereas she was still, Adrian could feel his heart bursting out. The small piece of jewellery in his pocket seemed to be piercing his skin. But he decided. Today. And every day. Amara was his. Rhys however felt

The atmosphere there suddenly became more unpleasant and she immediately pulled herself away from his embrace with trembling hands. The surrounding was heavy with tension. He leaned in suddenly, pressing his lips forcefully against hers. Amara's eyes widened in shock as she felt his aggressive kiss. She could taste the desperation in his actions, and it left her feeling uncomfortable and uneasy. Her heart raced, and she gently pushed him away, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Adrian, wh-what are you doing?”Amara's heart pounded in her chest as Adrian's forceful kiss left her in a state of shock. Her body tensed, and she felt an uneasy knot in the pit of her stomach. The intensity of the moment had taken her completely by surprise, and she struggled to make sense of his unexpected behaviour. Anxious thoughts raced through her mind, Adrian was her husband, she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but why, why was she feeling so anxious and panicked at the same time? "I...need to use