บททั้งหมดของ Ruined By The Mafia: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

(ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW)The more I looked at the pills in my hand, the more I wanted to listen to the voices in my head telling me to throw them out on the balcony I was on.My hands began to tremble a little, the voice in my head grew louder, and the memory flashes became more intense with each minute that went by without me taking the pills.I held onto the balcony railing as my wrist veins began to show, my breathing became slightly labored, and I noticed sweat dripping from my forehead.I took a breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, the surroundings had changed, and I had returned to the scene of my mother's death.I saw how the bastard smashed the bottle on her head and how she fell to the ground, a teardrop rolling down the corner of her eyes, mixing with the blood on the floor as she stared directly at me.Her eyes screamed for help, but by the time I reached out, it was too late; she was gone, and I was still unable to save her. I watched as the bastard laughed

[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]Giovanni simply did not know when to stop, and when I anticipated him to leave me alone, he did the opposite, possibly to annoy me, by walking into my room the next morning, grabbing me by the wrist, and hauling me out of my bedroom.I went with him ungrudgingly, feeling too drained from last night's barney to start a new one. I said nothing as we entered the dining area.He finally released his grip on my wrist and motioned for a chair while giving me a look that implied I must sit down. I sighed, took a seat, and maintained an expression of indifference toward the table. He went to the chair across from me and clapped his hands twice, and two maids rushed over with two trays of food, placing them on the table in front of me. I gave the food a chary look before lifting my head and raising an eyebrow at Giovanni. “What is the meaning of this?” In a snide tone, I inquired. “You reportedly skipped breakfast this morning and last night's dinner, according to th

[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]I noticed the restaurant I was in was getting less and less crowded as I looked around. When I turned on my phone, I discovered that the person I was expecting was 10 minutes late. I tsked and grabbed my soda off the table before sipping it. However, I noticed the door opening, and there stood the person I had been waiting for.She looked different.She wore a white dress shirt under a denim vest, black tights, brown ankle-length boots, and glasses. She smiled and waved as she walked up to me, her brown hair bouncing on her shoulders and her hips confidently moving from side to side. She didn't have or show that when she was in the mansion, or it was as she claimed, I never knew her.She came over to the table I was sitting at and took the empty chair in front of me. "I am sorry for keeping you waiting; I got caught up in something." She removed her glasses, revealing dark bags beneath her eyes. "Wow, Anastasia, you looked tired," I observed, and she nodded.

[ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW] "I hope one day you do not come to regret your words today and realize he is the only one you can ever trust and run back to, and by the time you realize that, it’s already too late." Each time I heard the words in my head, they became resounding and more belligerent, and I began to feel my head pound. I stepped into the house I’d been living in for the past few weeks. I called it a house because it had never felt like a home since the moment I tread in; it had never felt right to call it a home despite the fact that everyone treated me pleasantly and I was revered as the Boss's daughter. Maybe I was not used to it yet, or maybe my heart had already found a home that I had destroyed, so no place felt like home anymore. Heck, I didn't even find space at night. I shook my head to clear my mind. It was not worth thinking about. I’d gotten what I always wanted; the past just had to be forgotten and focus on the present, which was here, in Grayson’s mansion,

[ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW]I sat there tied to a chair as George walked around a table piled high with various-sized blades. He flashed me a grin and reached for a large knife from the table, tracing his finger along the edge while keeping his eyes fixed on mine. I gave him the same vaporous look in return.While he moved around his table, looking for the perfect blade to pile off my flesh and trying to look like the devil when he wasn't close enough, my mind worked on different ways to get out of my bounds and possibly have my fingers around his neck and strangle him to an early demise.He set that blade down and picked up a smaller one before walking over to me and leaning his face closer to mine. I resisted the urge to spit on it.His grin grew as he delicately ran the knife's pointed edge down my cheek, delicately to not create a cut yet. "You have such a beautiful face right here; it would be a shame to see it destroyed." At his words, I felt a sharp cut on my jaw. I restrained