All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Astrella's point of view "Finally, we're home!" I shrieked, raising both hands in the air as I stepped into our mansion. My sister bumped into me, nearly causing me to stumble. I shot her a glare, but she just rushed, heading straight for the living room, where she flopped onto the couch. Bad bitch. I rolled my eyes and made my way up to my room. Even after just a day away, I missed it so much.When I got inside, I jumped on my bed and rolled around like a kid who didn't care about anything. I let out a giggle as I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through it idly. I was so completely worn out. Thankfully, Mom didn't have a fit of rage last night. I prepared a lengthy list of excuses to divert her attention, such as the loudness of the music I was playing, the fact that I was writing a book, and so on. We all burst into laughter when she finally stormed out of the room. To be honest, she deserved it.Yes, I know I might have been a bit of a rebellious daughter, but sometimes it

Astrella's point of view As we reached Dax’s refined black car, one of his men opened the passenger door, and Dax bluntly dumped me into the seat before slamming the door shut with a force that made the entire car shake. My frustration hit a boiling point. I ruffled my hair in exasperation, letting out a shriek like a stubborn child. My anger surged so intensely that I didn’t even notice the hot tears streaming down my face until I choked on a sob. I heard Dax get in, the door closing with a soft thud. He let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly unimpressed with my outburst, and started the engine. The low hum of the car vibrating beneath me didn’t soothe my nerves one bit. Turning to him, my glare was sharp enough to shatter a glass. "Where are we going this time, Dax? Another one of your secret hellholes filled with those brain-dead, trigger-happy minions of yours? Or maybe straight to some underground lair where you keep all your other hostages?" My voice dripped with sarcasm and v

Astrella's point of view I helped Grandma into the backseat first, making sure she was comfortable, before striding around to the passenger seat. Like I’d let Grace sit in my spot, absolutely not. Once I settled in, I slammed the door harder than necessary. As I buckled my seatbelt, I heard Dax groan, probably annoyed at my theatrics. Oh well, not my problem. I briefly remembered that we weren't alone, that his grandma was here, and that this Grace girl was important to Dax's life. Tsk. Dax started the engine, and I shifted my focus to the window, watching the sky about to darken as the sun dipped below the horizon. The scenery was beautiful, but my mood? Not so much. In the backseat, Grandma and Grace were chatting away like old friends. But they really know each other long ago and I'm just a newbie in the house. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and my ears perked up when I heard Grandma invite Grace to her room later. I rolled my eyes, the irritation crawling under my skin like

Astrella's point of view His punishment is unbearable. It’s not physical, but it’s far worse, mental torture. It feels like my very flesh is grinding itself to dust. I hate being like this, so transparent and vulnerable. My emotions are all over the place, slipping through my grasp, and he knows it. And what truth is he talking about? What does he want me to say? If I tell him what I know, there’s no guarantee of what will happen next or to whom. Dax’s intense gaze burned into me as he leaned forward. “Do you think I don’t know anything? That I’m some kind of fool?” His voice was low and controlled but sharp enough to cut through my defenses. Before I could respond, he was suddenly right in front of me. In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the table. My pulse raced as he caged me in, his hands planted firmly on either side of me. His jaw clenched, his face so close that I could feel his breath brushing against my skin. “Look me in the eyes,

Astrella's point of view We were now walking through a peaceful national park. After exploring some trails, we came across a beautiful farm full of life, with horses grazing lazily in the fields, chickens clucking away, and ducks waddling near a small pond. Fresh hay and dirt smelled in the air, which made me feel strangely at ease. We were watching a group of ducklings follow their mother when we heard a buzzing sound on Dax's phone. As he nonchalantly removed the phone from his pocket, I immediately looked at him. I was amused by his behavior. His expression was expressionless as he read the message; his brow did not furrow or rise in response to what he was reading. "Who's that?" I asked, tilting my head curiously. It wasn’t like I was trying to pry into his personal matters. I was just mildly intrigued. He slipped his phone back into the pocket of his leather jacket with a nonchalant shrug. “Grace.” My brows went up, and I became very interested. “What did she say?”