All Chapters of THE DON’S CAPTIVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Giulia's POV“You are quite brave to confront me, Giulia Mancini.” His deep voice echoed in the room, commanding attention.I had walked into this office with all the boldness I could muster to demand for my father's release but this didn't seem to go as planned.The opulent decor seemed to intensify my anxiety, and my legs were trembling, but I managed not to show it.I took a deep breath and decided to say something, “You are holding my father hostage and I want him released.” A playful smile that disappeared almost immediately curled his lips.“Oh, yes… Your father owes me a substantial debt.”My eyes welled with tears as my sweaty palms clutched my small purse containing my last savings. “I'll pay it, whatever it takes.”“Lorenzo.” He called out.A man in his late thirties who stood behind his table the whole time watching in silence walked towards him and dropped a file on the table after which he went back to his initial position. He went through the file for a split second a

Giulia's POVI didn't turn to look at the door. I was so scared. The aura he exuded was menacing.The maid bowed and rushed out. He must have signaled her to leave.I heard his footsteps as he walked towards me. Soon, he stopped. I could feel him behind me as his warm breath rested on my neck.“Giulia.” He called, his voice deep and fierce.“Yes, master,” I answered, my voice barely audible. I stood still and didn't look back.He walked slowly from behind and stood in front of me. I could see the rage in his eyes.“How dare you disobey my orders?”“I'm sor…” he didn't let me finish. He put his index finger on my lips. He looked at me for a split second and turned his back on me.“I own you now, young woman.” He let out a dry laugh. “ You have no choice but to do as I say.”He turned back to face me. He took a step forward and I took a step backwards. This continued until I got to the wall and he was two steps away.“I asked you to wear a dress Giulia, and you declined.” He paused to l

Antonio's POV_Flash back_“Please let me go.” The lady cried out as she tried to free herself of her husband's grip. Her husband held her tight not wanting to let her go. She looked tired and helpless.My father stood on a spot with a gun in his right hand pointed at the couple. He turned to look at me. I searched his eyes for answers, but his look was cold as ice.I desperately wanted to help the lady. She was in so much pain and anguish. I took a step further, and my father held my shoulders with a forceful grip. “Stay back, son, this is not your fight.”“Let go of the woman, Ricardo,” My father said in a forceful tone. He was angry but was never the type to shout.“Never!” The man yelled as he pulled the struggling woman forcefully to remain in front of him. “ If you pull that trigger, then you are going to kill her first, and you don't want to,” he concluded with a disgusting laugh.“This woman doesn't deserve to be treated this way,” My father said again, with the gun still poin

Antonio's POV“Baby!!!” Sophia screamed as she threw herself on me. She pressed a disgusting kiss on my lips.“I was looking all over for you until I was told you were in here with her.” she said eyeing Giulia, “ I had to rush over before she kills you.”I didn't say a word. I watched Giulia, who ate quietly; she seemed not to care about what Sophia was saying.“Why is she even eating here with you? She looks very wretched.”“She's eating here because I want her to,” I answered dryly.Giulia raised her head to look at me. Our eyes met and she looked away.Well, Sophia didn't back down, “why then is she dressed like this? It's disgusting.”“I know.”I was honestly tired of Sophia's drama. I told her many times that I was tired of the relationship but she kept coming back.“I want her to leave this place.” Sophia pouted.“I want her to stay, Sophia.” I looked at Giulia who struggled to keep her head at her plate. She wanted to look up at me so bad but she continued to act like she didn'

Giulia's POV“Good morning ma'am.” The chief maid greeted me as I hurried to the kitchen.“Good morning,” I answered and then stopped. “Who makes Don Antonio's tea?”“Tea?” She asked, surprised, and right there, I knew I was doomed. “Yes, tea,” I answered desperately, hoping that what I had in mind was not true. “He asked me to bring his tea to his room before sunrise.”“Don Antonio has never asked us to bring tea to him in the morning, and he normally makes his tea.”It was at this point I knew Don Antonio had set me up. I felt like crying that instant. I had to think of something.“Are you okay ma'am?” She asked in curiosity. An idea came to mind.“ Do you know what he uses to make his tea?” I asked with anxiety kicking in.“Yes, I do.”“Do you know how he makes it?”“No, I don't. I only give him the beverage, I have not seen him use it.” This wasn't going to be so hard since I knew what he used or so I thought.“Show them to me then,” I said and began to walk to the kitchen hopi