All Chapters of The Mafia and his personal Slave: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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His Weakness

Stefano’s POVThe glass shattered against the wall, fragments scattered in the dim light across the floor. The sharp sound echoed through the office, but no one dared to react. The men standing outside the door kept to themselves.Stefano stood at his desk, his fingers pressed against the wood, chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. He had lost her.Teresa.His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white. The weight of failure, of loss settled heavily on his heart. He had spent years building a reputation of absolute dominance over his world. Yet, in a single night, someone had dared to take what belonged to him.This went just beyond the petty games the Mafia Lord played with themselves, this was personal, he was the target and she was his only weakness.Although, his men saw Teresa as a mere slave an object that had been bought, and could be sold, or discarded at will. But she had become something more to him. He had seen the fire in her, the stubbornness, the defia

Last Updated : 2025-03-06

The man

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Stefano’s POVThe Paladin stood at the entrance, his smirk never wavering. His posture was relaxed, almost amused, as if Stefano’s arrival had been nothing more than an interesting twist to his night.But Stefano wasn’t here to play, he was here to kill.“You think I came here to negotiate?” Stefano’s voice was cold, his fingers tightening around the gun.The Paladin raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. “Didn’t you?”Stefano took a slow step forward, positioning himself between Teresa and the man in front of him. “No,” he said simply. “I came to kill you.”A short silence stretched between them before The Paladin let out a low chuckle. “Straight to the point. I do admire that about you, Stefano.” He clasped his hands behind his back, his expression one of calm indifference. “But I wonder… have you thought this through?”His tone was even, but there was something beneath it a quiet confidence that Stefano couldn't just place, as if he wasn’t the least bit concerned. As if he knew som

Last Updated : 2025-03-06

No!

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Teresa’s POVThe night air was heavy with the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood, the echoes of gunfire still rang in Teresa’s ears long after the battle had ended. But even as the chaos faded behind them, her mind remained in absolute chaos.She sat stiffly in the back seat of the car, staring out the window as Vincent drove them away from the warehouse. The trees and other objects sper past her passed in a blur, streetlights and buildings but she care of any of it.The ominous memory of man dresses in black, his face was unlike anything she had ever seen, a deep scowl etched his face, his skin wrinkled from age but his body denied his age itself.Morano.The way Stefano had looked at him, like he had seen a ghost. Like that ghost had stolen a part of him. Like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs.Teresa had never heard the name before tonight, yet somehow, she knew. This man wasn’t just an enemy. He was something worse. Someone who had shaped Stefano into the man he was

Last Updated : 2025-03-08

He Killed him!

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Teresa’s POVHer warm gaze remained on Stefano, unrelenting, unwavering. She wasn't going to let him usher her about, turn her away just because he wanted to be left alone. She felt obligated to help him, to be by his side just as he had been by her side.His eyes seemed a bit forlorn, as though he held secrets that no living man knew, a secret of his past, of why that man has affected her in the way that he did. She tried to look past it, perhaps it was just Stefano being his usual cold self, that he wasn't showing a moment of vulnerability right now.And for some reason, she couldn’t ignore it.“Tell me the truth,” she said, stepping closer. “Tell me who Morano is. Tell me why he looked at you like that. Why you looked at him like... ” She hesitated. “Like he had taken something precious from you once before.”Stefano let out a slow, heavy breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Teresa.”“Then tell me,” she pressed. “Because I need to know. I need to understand you.”That ma

Last Updated : 2025-03-08

The first man to die in his hands

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Teresa’s POVThe room suddenly felt smaller, as if the walls were pressing in around her. Stefano’s voice still echoed in her mind, a confession she hadn’t been prepared to hear."The first man I ever killed was Simon Ellis."Simon Ellis.Her father.Teresa’s entire body turned ice cold, her breath caught in her throat. It felt like the floor had been ripped out from beneath her. She wanted to move, to speak, to do something, but all she could do was sit there, unable to speak.But she had to say something.She replayed his words over and over, waiting for them to change, for them to make sense. But the more she thought about them, the more everything did make sense, painfully and devastatingly so.She had spent weeks hating Stefano, cursing his name, vowing revenge against the man who had taken her freedom.But now, she had walked into this room, sat across from him, and offered him comfort. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.Why?Why did it have to be h

Last Updated : 2025-03-09

Reignited

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Stefano’s POVStartled, he watched as Teresa ran out of his study in a hurry, the moment the door shut closed behind her, he felt an unfamiliar weight, a certain burden lessened in his chest.He exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. The way she had left, it was too sudden, too hurried, like she was avoiding something.Something had changed in her expression after he spoke about his past, but he couldn’t place exactly what it was. He had expected her to recoil at his story, maybe even look at him in disgust, yet the way she looked at him was different.Not with hatred. Not with fear, but something else entirely.But there was no time to dwell on it. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he dragged a hand down his face before turning his attention to the man who had just entered.Guillermo stood near the door, his sharp, calculating gaze fixed on Stefano, a wry smile etched into his lips. Unlike Stefano, who always carried himself with a controlled demeanor, G

Last Updated : 2025-03-11

Her fears

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Teresa’s POVFor three days, Teresa stayed inside her room.She wasn’t restricted like a prisoner, the door wasn’t locked, and no one was keeping her inside. But the walls felt tighter with each passing hour, suffocating in a way that had nothing to do with the space itself.She curled into the chair by the window, knees drawn tightly to her chest, staring out at the vast stretch of Stefano’s estate. The gardens below, the flickers of the light from the headlamps stationed everywhere, the endless dark horizon beyond the iron gates. It was strange, wasn’t it? A few weeks ago, she would have given anything to escape this place. Now, she couldn’t even bring herself to step outside her room.Because if she left, she might run into him, she might meet Stefano.The man who had turned her world upside down. The man who had shattered her life, killed her father and yet, somehow, against all logic, had become the one person she couldn’t stop thinking about. She gritted her teeth in frustration

Last Updated : 2025-03-13

An ally or enemy

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Teresa's POV The black sedan pulled up to the towering iron gates of Guillermo’s villa, its sleek exterior gleaming under the golden hue of the evening sun. Teresa sat stiffly in the back seat, her hands clasped together on her lap, she felt overwhelmed by this all, but tried her best to keep it together.She had expected Stefano to keep her close, even after everything. But instead, he sent her away.For her own safety, he had said. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew she was his weakness in a way. She didn't like that she could be used to get to Stefano but it made her feel better knowing that she meant something to Stefano.The gates swung open without a sound, and the car glided up a long, curved driveway lined with trimmed hedges and silver headlights. The villa came into view, an opulent, sprawling estate with stone balconies, grand arched windows, and white pillars supporting its towering structure. It looked like something out of a royal painting, untouched by the dir

Last Updated : 2025-03-14

Her past

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Teresa's POV Teresa sat stiffly in the spacious, dimly lit room of the villa, her fingers curled into the hem of her dress. Despite the luxurious surroundings, an unease clung to her like a second skin. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the villa itself... too large, too empty, too foreign, or because of the woman standing guard near the window, arms folded, expression unreadable.Lisa. She had been thinking about her since she had moved in.Teresa had been introduced to her earlier that day, and the first thing she had noticed was the sheer presence Lisa carried. The woman had an air of danger about her, sharp, calculated, and utterly in control. She wasn’t much older than Teresa, but the scars on her cheek and the hardness in her eyes spoke of years of experience in violence.It wasn’t just the way she stood, poised like a panther ready to strike, or the way she barely blinked as she kept an eye on the outside world. It was the way she felt so… untouchable.Teresa hesitated bef

Last Updated : 2025-03-15

“It's time I visit her!”

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Teresa's POV Teresa leaned back on the cushioned chair, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her teacup. Lisa's words still echoed in her mind, bold and unshaken.'I want to be a Mafia Don. Or at least help someone strong enough to take control and put an end to the underground's reign.'The weight of such a statement made Teresa uneasy. She had just started to feel comfortable around Lisa, but this? This was something she couldn’t wrap her head around.Lisa sat across from her, arms folded, her icy blue eyes unwavering. She had the look of someone who had already made up their mind, who had been living with this conviction for a long time.“You… You really want to rule the mafia?” Teresa asked hesitantly, unsure whether she admired or feared Lisa’s ambition.Lisa smirked. “Not just rule. Reshape it. Take out the rats. Make it something powerful, something that no longer bows to the filth of the underground. The syndicates, the slave markets, the traffickers, the lot of them." she

Last Updated : 2025-03-16

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