All Chapters of Trapped In The Mafia's Dark Addiction : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

HAZEL STYLES POV Riven pulled back, his russet eyes flaring in surprise, then they darkened and he pulled away from me.I watched him, my heart pounding against my ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage. Why had he pulled back? I thought he was going to kiss me."You should rest more. The maid will bring you your meal later," he said, turned, and walked out of the room.I stared at him, distraught by his dismissiveness. One second, he was burning for me, and all of a sudden, he was as cold as ice.Taking a deep breath, I flopped back on the bed. I felt hot and the relentless pulse of my heartbeat refused to stabilize.Instead of thinking about it too much, I closed my eyes and forced my brain to count sheep.It must have worked because when I opened my eyes, the curtains were up and it looked dark outside.I sat up, my stomach growling from hunger.The door creaked, and my gaze jerked eagerly in its direction.I watched, my pulse quickening as it opened, but it wasn't Riven who s

JULIAN STYLES POV The exhibition of UMBRA ART was on the news. I watched it on my tab, my jaws locking up in anger as I read the review of acclaimed artists on what they thought of the centerpiece that the BlACKWOOD had chosen for the exhibition. Every time they spoke about it, Hazel's name was too, and her image always accompanied it.All my life I had tried to discourage her from painting to avoid something like this. From the very start, I had seen her potential. I should have been firmer when I had the chance. This wouldn't have happened if I'd set fire to that god-damned studio and stopped her from ever picking up a paintbrush. It was too late now.She was getting recognized. Soon, everyone would know about her, and she would start collaborating with other artists. The press would dig into her past and her present. It wouldn't take long for them to find out that she owned all of the Styles fortune. They would find out that I'd taken over the position that should have been hers a

Trigger warning: Extreme violence.RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV A broken laugh escaped my lips. There was nothing funny, no, it was just the way I was wired. The voices in my head were loud, clamoring, driving me to the point of insanity.I didn't care how I drove, and every time I recalled the bruises that bastard had left on Hazel, flames of anger engulfed my chest, burning and consuming me from inside out. I clenched the steering, the urge to rip it out overwhelming.He had made her cry. The pained look in her eyes, as her gaze had lingered on mine for the briefest of moments, flashed in my head. He made her cry. He hurt her. I was the only one allowed to make her cry. Her happiness and sadness belonged to me. No one else.My hands tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel as I followed Liam's car.He was going to regret ever putting his hand on her.Liam turned a corner, heading for his mansion, the street dark and quieter. It was a private property so I was sure no one was going to be i

HAZEL STYLES POV "Gosh, this is exhausting" I groaned when the message I had gotten the night before refused to stop playing in my head. "Should I just go to the police, or tell Riven about this?" I mumbled to myself as the colors in front of me blurred.Painting used to be therapeutic for me, so why was I still so agitated.I stared at the canvas, the russet color of Riven's eyes staring back at me.I paused, wondering just when I'd started to paint him. And speaking of Riven, was he better now? Ethan had said he was sick. I dabbed my brush into the paint, then stroked a careful line, highlighting the lashes above the eyes I'd drawn. "That's beautiful" I jumped, the color palette falling to the floor as I whirled in the direction of the voice, and then I clutched at my chest as it thudded painfully against my ribcage."Oh, my goodness. Riven, you scared me" His brows furrowed, then he scoffed as he pushed away from the wall he was leaning on."Why are you so jumpy? Did Liam bothe

HAZEL STYLES POV I watched as he walked out the door, the aching void in my soul widening. Every step he took made it difficult to breathe. Was Loving someone supposed to feel like this. It felt as if someone had their hand around my heart and were squeezing without a care that I was dying.He said he was going to come back, so why did it feel like I was losing him forever?I moved toward the door, the urge to go after him intensifying as he turned the corner and disappeared from my sight.Lena grabbed my hand and my gaze cut to her. "Where are you going?"I glanced at the empty walkway and yanked my hand from Lena."After Riven," I said and rushed out of the studio, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. I couldn't let him go. I didn't care who he was or what he represented, all I knew was that I really liked him. Turning the corner, I saw him about to get into his car."Riven" I yelled, out of breath.He glanced up, his eyes flaring when he saw me.Every step I took toward him fil