All Chapters of KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Breathing profoundly. That’s what Zarina felt like doing when her attention was caught by a tall, fair woman, who appeared to be around the same age as her. The woman appeared to be in a state of confusion, with wide, round eyes that seemed ready to pop out of her head. She ran her hands through her light auburn hair, as if she was frustrated or overwhelmed. After closing and reopening her eyes, she began to pace around anxiously, shaking her head in denial. “This can’t be real,” the woman muttered under her breath as she continued pacing back and forth. “I must be hallucinating or something.” Zarina remained still, leaning against the door which she had closed to escape the men who had been chasing her since her escape from the room. She had managed to dodge them and entered the only unlocked room in the maze-like corridors of Perazzo’s mansion. Her breathing gradually slowed down as she tried to calm herself. The intensity of a pair of glaring eyes jolted Zarina out of her tranc

Upon entering the room and closing the door behind him, Xavier declared, “I am aware that you have queries. I am here to provide you with answers,” accompanied by a faint grin, as he gazed at Zarina, hoping she would give him a chance to explain himself before making any assumptions. After the bone-crushing hug, the little girl greeted Zarina, Xavier stepped in and got hold of her. “Hazel, didn’t I instruct you to wait in the dining area?” Calmly, Xavier crouched down and looked into the little girl’s baby blue eyes. Reluctantly, the little girl nodded in agreement that Xavier had indeed instructed her to wait, and she lowered her head with a melancholic pout on her lips, fidgeting with her tiny fingers. Xavier escorted the girl out of the room, leaving Zarina stunned and struggling to come up with a reasonable explanation. Upon his return, Zarina’s eyes remained fixed on him, and even though he had already spoken her thoughts, she had no further response. “Then tell me,” she qu

[ZARINA] “No, I can’t do it. What if we get caught?” She sighed, staring at me silently. It was unusual for her to be quiet, and it made me uneasy. “Please say something,” I urged her. She closed her eyes briefly, shook her head, and pressed her lips together. Her green eyes met my blue ones again. “Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen. Trust me, I’m here to help you escape,” she reassured me with such conviction that I didn’t doubt her for a moment. I surveyed the room I was in and took in my surroundings. It was one of the cramped cells located in the basement of the orphanage. The walls were decayed and the stench was so overpowering that every breath felt like a slow death. It was terrifying initially, but after spending five years of my life here since turning eighteen, it had become a strangely tranquil place, although more peaceful than I would have preferred. “Zarina! Are you paying attention?” She whispered quietly, and I nodded, turning my gaze back to her. “Great! So

“Shut up, Aurora! You’ve gone too far!” he shouted, tears welling up and his fist clenched tightly. Vladimir, the boss of a ruthless crime syndicate, had never experienced such intense emotions before—feelings of weakness and guilt. “Why? Because I’m telling the truth?” Aurora snapped, looking away and trying to calm her own frustration. But his loud voice only made things worse. “Come on, Mir! Wake up from your fantasy. I was never yours and, just so you know, I never will be,” she said harshly. Her words cut through him like a sharp knife, piercing his skin and hurting his heart. Aurora let out a frustrated breath and ran her hand through her light brown hair. Shaking her head, she turned to face him. “You made a promise, Mir. You don’t have the right to hold me back. Just let me go,” she insisted, determination evident in her voice as she prepared to walk away. “No! You’re not going anywhere. I won’t allow it,” worry crossed his handsome face as he attempted to prevent her from

[ZARINA] I haven't moved an inch since we arrived at the driveway of the Perazzo mansion. I just can't bring myself to move. Memories are flooding back to me like a torrent, overwhelming and exhausting. And to make matters worse, the person who is the source of my anxiety is standing right in front of me. Vladimir Perazzo. The devil himself. I can't decipher his expression, but there's something different in his deep brown eyes. The sinister passion that used to send shivers down my spine is absent. Instead, there's something unfamiliar, something unrecognizable. His eyes are tinged with a hint of crimson, and his lips appear dry, like a withered leaf. His shoulders are slumped as if he has experienced the greatest defeat of his life, leaving him drained. I'm not sure if what I'm seeing is real or if my mind is playing tricks on me with another lie. Unconsciously, my feet shuffle backward as he takes hurried steps toward me. But before I can entertain any thoughts of doing someth