All Chapters of The Don’s Indebted Stripper: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

OWENAre you sure you’re searching right? Because there’s no way he just disappeared into thin air.” I said to Marco, raising an eyebrow as I watched him puff on his cigarette. He didn’t answer, his eyes showing he was in deep thought as the smoke curled around his face.“Funny, isn’t it?” Marco finally spoke, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “Somehow beat five of our men and escaped. I gotta admit, the little fucker’s actually strong, considering we had him beat to a pulp before his escape.”I rubbed my chin, trying to piece together what had just happened. It didn’t add up. But then Marco’s eyes narrowed, and he started staring at me like I was the one hiding something.“What?” I asked, confusion in my voice as I raised an eyebrow, noticing the way he was studying me.He didn’t answer immediately. Another drag of his cigarette. Then, he tossed out the question with a casual shrug. “You pretty sure you didn’t let him go to please your little girlfriend?”I froze. Surprised by his a

MAE“It is not exactly easy doing what you want, but at least I am working on it,” I muttered into my phone, tucked away in a quiet corner I was sure had no CCTV. My eyes flicked back every few seconds, making sure no one was coming. “All you have to do is plant the devices we gave you in his bedroom and office. That shouldn’t be too difficult, should it?” Mike—Joan Castellanos’ assistant replied, his voice as cool and emotionless as ever. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling . “If I don’t do this carefully, I could get caught. And if I get caught, I am as good as dead.” I paused, letting that sink in before adding, “Right now, I am the only weapon you guys have against Owen. I don’t think you want to lose that.” There was silence on the other end before Mike finally spoke. “Mr. Castellanos wants to see you tonight. We will send you the address.” Then the line went dead. No chance to argue. No room for negotiation. I let out a slow breath, gripping my phone tighter. Bug

MAE“Hmmm, congratulations… I guess.” The words scraped against my tongue like sandpaper, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I stood still, my body refusing to move, my lips sealed shut after that forced statement. I felt a small pain in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Why did it hurt? This was what I wanted. What I pushed for. So why did it feel like someone had taken a hammer to my ribs? There was no reason to be upset—no reason at all. Amelia’s lips curled into an evil smile. “You call that a congratulations? You sound like you are choking on it. Come on, try again, put some heart into it.” “She is right,” Owen finally spoke, his voice interrupting my thoughts. I almost forgot he could talk. “If you are going to say it, at least make it believable.” My fingers twitched at my sides. Was he enjoying this? Playing some twisted little game with me? I sucked in a slow breath, my nails digging into my palms. Fine. If they wanted a show, I would give them one. "Co

MAE POV“I need to talk to Don Castellanos. I knew he was a busy man, but this information was worth his time. No, more than worth it.”I typed the message quickly on my phone, inhaling deeply to calm my racing heart. If the Don agreed to meet, I would ask for more money. This was valuable information, and he would have no problem paying extra for it.And maybe, just maybe this could help me earn his trust.The moment my phone chimed, I read the message instantly."The boss is busy."Mike. His coldness practically bled through the screen. His usual way of shutting me down.I typed again, fingers moving fast. "It’s important. I swear it’s worth his time. I wouldn’t be wasting my own if it wasn’t, would I?"I hit send and waited. Nothing. No response. The silence only made my anxiety worse.Leaning back on my bed, my mind raced. Should I text him again? Call? Or would that only make me seem desperate?An hour passed before my phone finally chimed again. This time, it was from Mike. No

OWEN"You must either be a damn fool or a man with a death wish." I leaned back in my chair, my eyes locked on Joan Castellanos as I made myself comfortable. "I wonder what should be written on your gravestone ‘Here lies Joan Castellanos, unbelievably stupid, suicidally bold, and just dumb enough to walk into the lion’s den with a smile on his face’?"I smirked. "Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?"He chuckled, waving me off like this was a casual conversation over drinks. "Oh, come on now, there is no need for that."With an exaggerated sigh, he glanced around at the army of guns pointed at his skull. "Honestly, I don’t know why your men are so tense. I am just another customer at the casino, aren’t I?"Marco let out a scoff, folding his arms. His patience was running out. "We don’t have all goddamn day. Start talking." Marco saidJoan’s eyes flicked to him, and just like that, that slow, sadistic grin spread across his face.Cocky bastard."No need to interfere, little pupp