Semua Bab The Mafia and his personal Slave: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Teresa's POV The night was silent, save for the distant hum of the crickets beyond the walls of the room. The air smelled of rain, damp and fresh, carrying the faint scent of roses from the garden below. Teresa pressed herself against the cold stone of the balcony, her breath shallow as she peered down. It was a long drop, but not impossible.She had studied every inch of her prison for days, memorized the men that had been sent to watch her, had been exceptionally nice to the maids that came to feed her. Yes, she had decided to give in to her hunger and eat.Her pulse pounded as she swung one leg over the railing. Freedom.Then, a slow clap echoed from the doorway behind her. Teresa’s blood ran cold.“Very smart move, Teresa.”She turned sharply.Stefano stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His expression was one of amused delight, dark eyes glinting. He was wearing a black silk robe, casually draped over his frame. He stood there as if he had expe

Teresa's POV “I see my brother has taken a special interest in you.” Guillermo spoke softly, the men who had been pressing her down stood up, but bound her hands behind her. She couldn't run with her hands tied behind her back.Teresa froze. This was Guillermo, Stefano's younger brother. She had heard whispers of him before, but they were always overshadowed by tales of Stefano’s ruthlessness.Where Stefano was sharp and overwhelming, Guillermo was… calm. Deceptively so.And that calmness deeply bothered her.He had the same dark eyes, the same striking features, but there was something different about him.A quiet kind of menace. Like the calm before a raging storm, the peaceful moments that existed before an unfortunate disaster. The kind that didn’t need to be loud to be dangerous.Teresa straightened, keeping a calm expression.“I didn’t realize I had drawn anyone’s interest,” she said carefully.Guillermo smiled.It was slow, measured... Diabolical. She couldn't see through him,

Teresa's POV The bruises on Teresa’s wrists were a cruel reminder of her mishaps the night before. She rubbed at them, while lost deeply in her thoughts. She lay on the bed in her lavish prison, staring at the ornate ceiling as Guillermo's words echoed in her mind."Did you really think you could escape him?"She had thought so. And she had failed so gracefully.The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, golden and hopeful, yet even that was a deception, as if the horrors of the night before had been nothing but a fever dream. But the dull ache in her body told her otherwise.Stefano hadn’t punished her at least, not in the way she expected. He hadn’t raised a hand to her. Hadn’t locked her in a dungeon or chained her to the bed. Or maybe he hadn't even known.No. He knew, but chose to do nothing. Teresa wasn't sure what the dynamic was between the two brothers, but she would rather not get the attention of those two devious miscreants.He had come over to see her this mornin

Stefano's POV Stefano adjusted his cufflinks as he strode through the dimly lit halls of his estate. His mind was still replaying his meeting with Romano.'The audacity of that man, trying to buy Teresa like she was mere property.' But that wasn’t the only thing bothering him. There was another pressing concern.His brother.Guillermo had always been a wildcard. Charming yet calculating, playful yet ruthless. He had a habit of wanting things that didn’t belong to him, and Stefano had no intention of letting Teresa become one of them. He was yet to confront either Teresa or Guillermo, he had given each other a chance to bring you the matter with him.Pushing open the heavy doors of the lounge, he was currently at the Guillermo's side of the estate. Stefano found his younger brother sprawled on a velvet couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, the golden liquid catching the reflections of light.“Well, this is a rare sight,” Guillermo drawled without looking up. “To what do I owe this visit,

Teresa's POV The hall was a battleground of chaos and blood.Teresa could barely breathe as she crouched behind an overturned table, her body trembling from the shock of the sudden attack. The grand chandeliers overhead swayed wildly, their crystal light fractured by gunfire, broken shards raining down. Guests had scattered, screams mixing with the deafening shots of bullets splitting through furniture and walls.Stefano was still beside her, his grip tight on her wrist, he looked unfazed, dependable. He moved like a predator, controlled and lethal, each shot from his gun landing with brutal precision. Across the room, Guillermo was grinning like a madman, his gun drawn but his posture relaxed enjoying the chaos as he shot two men with calm precision.Teresa could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Something wasn’t right. These men weren’t just attacking blindly. Their movements were too... Organized. Well of course it was, the guests here all had Influence in their own right.But