All Chapters of kidnapped by my mafia fan: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In a dimly lit room lies a beautiful woman. Her dark skin glowed bright through the dull light. How could someone look so good when they sleep? Given the fact that she had been abducted, she was rather relaxed. One would think she was just taking a nap in her own house. She looked so peaceful that her captor felt a flutter in his heart and chose not to interrupt her sound slumber.As Sarah slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings appeared unfamiliar and disorienting. Panic surged through her veins as the memories of her abduction at the airport flooded back into her mind. Fear gripped her heart, urging her to assess her situation and find a way to escape.She cautiously surveyed the room, her eyes darting around, searching for any clues or means of escape. The walls were bare, devoid of any personal touch, and the only door stood as a formidable barrier to the outside world. A surge of desperation overcame her, and she banged on the door, hoping to attract attention and secure

The next few days at the mansion were rather quiet. Sarah neither said a word, nor went out of the bedroom. She took a lot of time reflecting on the events that had brought her life to the position that it was currently.He claimed that he wasn’t holding her hostage and that she could go out anytime, but the moment she stepped out of the room there were people following her around.He always seemed to be there. She wondered if he even had a job with all the free time he seemed to have available. When Aldo wasn’t with her, there would be a maid or bodyguard keeping close watch. These days she can’t even take her bath alone. All this surveillance and she hadn’t even left the room. All her meals were served to her inside.Aldo encouraged her to go to dinner but she refused to talk to him. She didn’t complain, understanding that doing so could give him the impression that she was trying to leave again and keep him well on guard.Not that she planned to stay, just that she needed to make s

The whole gun incident was a rather humbling experience for Sarah. She learnt that she lacked the will to hurt Aldo. And the fact that at that moment he still managed to comfort her weighed on her heart. She wasn’t stupid, just torn. Torn between what her heart wanted and what she knew was right. She should have fired the gun. She should not have glanced at him a second time. Although she knew what type of person Aldo Accardi was, she kept making excuses for him in her heart. The sun rose to its glorious shine over the Accardi mansion. The chef in the kitchen worked extra hard to have breakfast ready on time. Old Maria had been watching each movement closely. Like a guard dog. She was clearly in a bad mood. Her eagerness to meet Aldo’s woman and have him wedded was cut off brutally. She knew it from the moment she saw Marco drive the unconscious young lady into the mansion at dusk. It was like reliving the exact same scene from Aldo’s parents' meeting. Many a time she had prayed th

To her surprise, she found it to be one of her favorite traditional dishes. She looked up at him with a surprised expression, his usually expressionless face revealed a doting smile as he looked back at her. "I hope you enjoy the Cameroonian cuisine," Aldo said with a grin, clearly pleased by her reaction.Sarah's lips curled into a smile as she realized the significance of the evening. "You are kidding, right? These are my favorite."Aldo nodded, his eyes holding a warmth that reached deep within her. "I know. You did mention that in a couple of interviews, yes. I thought it would be nice to bring you here."Her heart swelled with gratitude. "Aldo, this is incredible. Thank you."As she took her first bite of Eru, memories of her family and gatherings around the dinner table flooded her mind. The flavors were a journey back to her childhood, each mouthful reminiscent of the love and comfort she had always felt at home. Ndolé followed, each bite a testament to the richness of Camero

The early morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Aldo's bedroom, casting a soft glow on the disarray within. He stirred, slowly emerging from the embrace of sleep, only to be met with a surge of panic that jolted him awake. His heart raced as the memories of the previous night came flooding back, crashing into his consciousness like a tidal wave.Desperation gnawed at his chest as he prayed that it had all been a terrible dream—a drunken nightmare. But the truth hung heavy in the air, and he couldn't escape the reality of his actions. He had let Sarah go. Aldo swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his movements fueled by a mix of anger, worry, and self-reproach. He needed to find her, to make compensation for the impulsive decision he had made.Raging out of his bedroom, he began his search throughout the mansion, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. His gaze swept over the room, his frustration mounting as he found no trace of her. Every single step was drivin