All Chapters of The Mafia Cinderella: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

One of the villagers splashes a bucket full of water on Joe, whose's tied to two big bamboos pinned on a field in the middle of the village. His hands are spread apart in form of a crucifix, with his knees on the rough sands of the ground. His shirtless and almost naked, as the only thing that saves him from complete nakedness is his underwear.Joe opens his eyes to the early morning sun and draws a deep breath. He bows his head again in exhaustion, every single neuron in his body heralds the agony of affliction."This is why strangers should not be allowed in the village. We were happy people, now all of a sudden now we have murderers in our midst," an old man in the village discusses the issue with his friends. It seems he hates the idealogy of entertaining visitors.However he wasn't the only one with that mentality. Almost everyone in the village was gathered at the Town square where Joe is tied. Everyone of them repeating the same statement with their own different synonyms and p

The village is currently in a state of chaos. While some get water to squish the remainder of the fire that burns the ruins of their houses, the other's run into the forest, to save themselves.The screams of people and the cries of the children ascends to the sky alongside the smoke. Children scattered around looking for their parents while the once-kind people of the village abandon the idea of kindness and love for the quest of survival.In the midst of their confusion Gunner grabs a 15 years old kid and pulls him away from the rest of them. He holds the neck side of the boy's cloth, "A girl visited your village some days ago. Where is she?""I saw The Hunter and some men leave the village earlier he was the one that brought her," the boy speaks rapidly out of nervousness without pausing to take a breath for once."The Hunter uh? Which way did they take?" The boy points it out to him."They must have taken her," He lets the boy go. "Come with me," he orders his men as he jogs into

"Agatha and her people had me trapped all this years still a friend helped me escape. It was all a lie," the imposter tells Sophia as they walk through the forest."No wonder they didn't let me see your body at the funeral. They didn't let anyone open the coffin, dad," Sophia recalls."Oh, snowflake," he turns her around and hugs her."It must have been really hard for you all this while.""It was," a single tear drops from Sophia's eye as she stay squeezed in his arms. "Stepmom made me do all the house chores. She turned me into a slave, dad. A slave and a prisoner. She never let me out."The imposter rubs her back, "It's okay sweetheart, I'm here now. I'm here. Dad's here.""I was so scared, what took you so long?" Her tone rises."You're stronger than you think Sophia. I know that. And together we'd be undefeatable. We'd be like mom always said, 'glued together with angels warmth," the imposter keeps rubbing her back."Thanks dad, it's good to have you back," she lets go and looks a

"Sophia, I don't trust your father," Joe stands up from his mattress and stands over her."What do you mean?" The statement came as a shock to Sophia. She sits up.He too takes a seat beside her, "He's... I don't know how to say it but he's acting kind of weird.""Joe, you don't know him," she stares at Joe like he was insane."I know but... Is your dad into you?""Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Sophia stands up. "One of the worst traits I hate in a man is this kind of jealousy. Why would you think my dad is into me? That's insane!" She raises her voice at him. "He's my father and you're my boyfriend. Know your limits. Jeez!" She puts a hand on her forehead, holding down the possible outspread of an headache."I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying I saw...""I don't wanna talk about this anymore, Gawd!" She walks around the area. "How could you have that kind of jealousy for your girlfriend's father. Grow up, Joe."Joe stands up, "Sophia stop saying that. I'm not...""I didn't expect t

In the country of USG, Sophia's home country. A man jumps out of a canoe with a net carrying few fishes in his hand. The shade of the night sky engulfs him, making him a walking shadow.He walks away from the jetty, behind him a lot of villagers prepare their boats for fishing with small flashlights in their hands. He heads for the village, a sandy isle with short wooden houses. Everyone walks around in fisherman clothes and fishing nets, everything people do in a fishing village.He bows his head to prevent it from hitting the doorpost as he enters into one of the houses. He throws the net to a corner and hits the switch at the side of the door.As soon as it comes on a lady pushes him against the wooden walls of the house. She presses him down with her body while pointing a knife at his face. "I wanna go home. Take me back to my family." This fine 20 years old lady begs him."Do it," the man stares into her eyes. The lights reflects on his face heralding his identity in the wind. He