All Chapters of Bound by His Desire: The Mafia King’s Mistress & Secret Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Mrs. Fletcher, ever the guardian, had noticed that something must have happened. “You look like you’re waiting for something,” she said one evening.Elena sipped her tea, staring at the rain against the window. “Maybe I am.”She was waiting. For the next storm.It finally came in the form of a message. A single text on a burner phone she didn’t recognize. Elena stared at the message on her phone, her fingers tightening around the device.Lorenzo Valenti: Come to me, cara. I have an offer you won’t refuse. A shot at your freedom. Elena’s breath caught.Lorenzo Valenti.Another devil. One who had offered her an escape before.The words were laced with intrigue, with the promise of something dangerous—something she wasn’t sure she could afford to ignore.She exhaled sharply, her pulse quickening. Every instinct screamed at her to stay away, to not entangle herself further with yet another powerful man who played by his own ruthless rules. And yet, Lorenzo had resources. He had influence

The moment Damien stormed into Lorenzo’s penthouse, Elena knew it was over.Lorenzo, ever the composed strategist, simply leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink with the ease of a man who expected this.“You’re making a mistake,” Lorenzo mused, watching as Damien’s men surrounded the space.“I don’t recall asking for your opinion,” Damien bit out, his voice lethal. His eyes, however, were locked on Elena.She stood near the window, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.“Elena,” Damien said, his voice a mixture of frustration and something deeper, something raw. “Let’s go.”Elena didn’t move.Lorenzo smirked. “Seems she has a mind of her own.”Damien’s jaw tightened. He stepped forward, his presence suffocating. “Elena.”She hated how easily her body reacted to his voice, to the authority in it. But she wasn’t some possession to be dragged around at his whim.Lorenzo, ever the instigator, took a slow sip of his drink before murmuring, “Do you even know why she’s here?”Damien’

Elena didn’t hesitate.The moment Nico’s words settled in her mind—“Maybe you should be asking what else he’s hiding from you”—she turned on her heel and stormed toward Damien’s office.Her pulse was a steady drumbeat of anger and something else, something more dangerous. Doubt.She shoved open the heavy double doors without knocking.Damien sat behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his other skimming over a stack of documents. He didn’t flinch at her abrupt entrance, nor did he glance up immediately. But the slight twitch in his jaw told her he was fully aware of her presence.Elena didn’t give him time to react.“What aren’t you telling me?”Damien finally lifted his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto hers. He was unreadable—calm, composed, dangerous.“You’re going to have to be more specific, tesoro,” he said smoothly, setting the whiskey down with an infuriating lack of urgency.Elena’s hands curled into fists at her sides.“Nico said I should be asking you that.” She too