All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Third person's point of view Astrella Honey Salcedo was seated at her desk, gazing closely at the pages of her most recent novel without shifting her gaze. She had a deep appreciation for each and every word, completely submerging herself in the passion and mystery of her characters. However, at this point, she deserved a break, a time to put her thoughts in order and relax. She yawned and ignored her phone's constant buzzing; she knew that it was her best friend, Gaia. Tonight, she would leave her apartment's peace and quiet and dive right into the city's busy nightlife. The ritual of their nights out had become a cherished escape. For Astrella, it wasn’t just about taking a break from writing; the chaotic nightlife of the city served as an escape from the weight of her father's enemies. Years spent entangled in the mafia underground had left her family scarred and constantly on edge. Even though Astrella's father tried to put his history in the mafia underground behind him,

Third person's point of view In the dimly lit limo, Astrella stared out the window, the city lights blurring like the chaotic thoughts racing through her mind. Each flicker seemed to echo the shadows deep within her. She was back in the clutches of Dax Donomie Martinelli, a man who now seemed more a ghost than the person she once knew. The oppressive silence in the car gnawed at her. Dax sat across from her, his posture rigid, eyes fixed ahead. At last, Astrella couldn't bear the quiet any longer. “You manipulated everything,” she said, her voice cutting through the stillness. “The auction, the debts—you pulled the strings to drag me back.” Dax didn’t flinch. His gaze remained on the road, his tone cool. “Not everything,” he replied. “You were always within reach. I didn’t need to manipulate; I just needed to wait.” Astrella's fury ignited. She lunged for the door handle, yanking it in vain as the lock clicked securely. Her nostrils flared as she slammed her fist into the seat

Astrella's point of view I'm in a room now. I don't know if someone already used this room but I don't care. It's dark, but I like it still. Honestly, it feels like heaven, well, my version of it. The kind where you can hide from everything and everyone. No loud noises, no Dax looming over me with his dramatic speeches about "justice." But seriously, how do people live like this? What’s next? Will I get a manual on how to endure this endless circus? Or, better yet, do they have an escape route hidden in the walls, like in those fancy spy movies? A loud noise suddenly shatters my thoughts. "What in the actual hell are they doing?" It sounds like, I don’t know, a broken chair? Is someone getting beat up? Is there a boombayah happening in the background? What kind of messed-up shenanigan is this? I freeze, my heart doing a shitty sprint in my chest. "Okay, Astrella, breathe. It's just a really bad game of musical chairs, right? Yeah, totally normal. Totally. Oh my god, who's

Astrella's point of view Ciejill and I remained motionless and found it difficult to breathe as we gradually became aware of their closeness. We held our breath, waiting for them to take action. "So, what are you two talking about?" Keyu's harsh voice abruptly broke the uncomfortable silence. He stepped into view, smirking. “I could’ve sworn I heard the word ‘escape.’ Really hurts my ears to hear that.” His tone was mocking, but his glare felt like a warning. I shot him a cold look. “"You look like an asshole, Mushrooms," I muttered under my breath, annoyed at how effortlessly he ruined my already sour mood. Behind him, Dax had been leaning in a relaxed manner against the doorway, his arms folded, his posture looking unassuming but emanating an air of command. He did not utter a single word; instead, he simply observed us with that infuriatingly arrogant frown, as if he already knew every single idea that was going through my head. Bastard. “Dinner’s ready,” Keyu announced, cla

Astrella's point of view As soon as the event was over, we were finally making our way back to our home. In all honesty, I couldn't be more relieved about this. The longer I stayed, the more challenging my patience would have been, especially with my ex. I would rather deal with Dax, the so-called 'Great.' Sure, he's a jerk, but in some ways, he's the less harmful option. As we were leaving the building, Ciejill argued that she needed a restroom break. There is no question in my mind that she would throw a fit if we did not stop. Keyu, who is known for being a worried senior citizen brother, instead of accompanying us himself, chose to entrust the responsibility to a bodyguard. Really? If he’s so worried, he could’ve at least walked us to the door. "Tsk." My poor eyeballs had already been given a workout by all of the eye-rolling that had occurred earlier at the event, so I fought the impulse to roll my eyes. “Ciejill, are you sure, you okay in there? Are you peeing or setting up