All Chapters of Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lilianna »»»◈««« Casting one last seething look at my traitorous brothers, I shoved past Marco, fury burning in every step as I marched towards the elevator. But of course, he couldn't leave me alone. I jabbed the elevator button repeatedly, as if sheer force could speed up my escape. My suitcase contained only the essentials; the rest I would retrieve once I found my own place. I had enough money saved from my job, and I texted my manager, asking her if she could secure an apartment for me immediately. Sloane had already offered her place until I got settled. "It's not safe for you to be out there alone, Lilianna. You can't leave. I won't allow it. If you would just calm down and listen, give me a chance to explain—" Marco's voice was soft, almost pleading. But I knew better. Once, I had believed his lies, and look where that had gotten me. I turned to face him, rage boiling over. "I have my manager and my team. Don't pretend to care about my safety and well-being when you never

Lilianna »»»◈««« I had spent an entire week thinking about it, day and night, trying to find answers that never came. The constant over-thinking only made me feel worse. Nothing made sense anymore, and the silence in my mind was unbearable. I threw myself into work, hoping to drown out the thoughts that filled my every moment. I stepped out of the car and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me. My secretary followed closely as we walked onto the set, but just as I was about to enter, I saw him. For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But there he was, standing there. He wore a designer trench coat that hung perfectly off his broad shoulders, pointy Italian loafers that gleamed under the sunlight, and his signature scowl that made my heart do wild acrobatics. I stopped dead in my tracks, resisting the urge to rub my eyes in disbelief. He hadn't shown up at my place or at work, so seeing him here was a shock that sent my p

Lilianna »»»◈««« "Five weeks," I managed to say, my voice trembling. I watched Marco's face, trying to decipher his emotions. He seemed torn between happiness and worry, his eyes flickering with uncertainty every time he looked at me. His inner conflict mirrored my own. "Congratulations," I continued, hugging myself tightly. "This is what you wanted, right?" Marco's eyes locked onto mine. "Is it what you want?" I almost laughed bitterly. "Now you care about what I want?" His expression hardened. "Yes, I do care. When I first got closer to you, Lilianna, I thought you were just a part of the plan. But fuck it, I was wrong. You mean everything to me, everything, more than I could ever put into words." I pressed my lips together and looked away, avoiding his gaze. "I didn't matter to you when you messed with my birth control pills." His expression darkened. "I replaced them two days later, I swear. I couldn't stand the thought of you taking them right in front of me. I even lied

Lilianna »»»◈««« "It's not real, it can't be, it just can't..." I muttered, my foot tapping incessantly against the hardwood floor of Dr. Lin's office. "How real did it feel to you, Lilianna?" Dr. Lin's voice was calm, yet probing. I shook my head vigorously. "Like a very real dream... but still just a dream. It can't be real. I was pregnant, not just in my mind, but the whole nine months. And look at me now, this is my first pregnancy. I'd remember if I gave birth to a child. My body would be different." Dr. Lin scribbled something in her notes before looking up at me with a steady gaze. "You know, women's bodies can recover remarkably well, especially young mothers. If we're following your timeline accurately, you would have been almost twenty years old at the time, right?" A cold dread settled in my chest. "But if it's true, then where is the child? It can't just vanish into thin air." "Lilianna, what you endured in those two or more years in that basement could make anyone f

Lilianna »»»◈««« I slowly forced open my eyes, my head swimming in a fog of confusion. The sharp, chemical scent still lingered, making me gag. My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the dim, flickering light. As I tried to move, I realized with a jolt of horror that my hands and feet were tightly bound. A muffled whimper escaped me, there was a gag in my mouth that stopped me from making a noise as I tugged against the restraints, the ropes biting into my skin. Panic surged through my veins, and I thrashed harder, the bindings holding firm. My breath quickened, each inhale stifled by the gag in my mouth. The taste of the cloth was bitter and metallic, pressing against my tongue and teeth. I forced myself to slow down, to focus on my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, slivers of moonlight seeping through shattered windows, casting strange shadows on the decaying walls. My eyes darted around, taking in the peeling paint, the broken furniture, and the rusted medical