All Chapters of MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aelia’s POVThe orphanage was filled with laughter and shrieks of joy, the kind that made my chest swell with warmth despite the storm raging inside me.The sun was high, blazing down on the playground where the kids ran wild, their tiny hands gripping the new toys I’d bought for them earlier. Some clutched stuffed animals, others ran in circles waving their new bubble wands, leaving trails of shimmering bubbles in the summer air. The scent of freshly baked treats drifted from the kitchen, where Mary had prepared an afternoon snack for them.I should’ve been happy.I should’ve let myself smile.But I wasn’t. And I couldn’t.Because the moment a small girl tugged at my sleeve and said, “That handsome uncle buys us treats like this too!” my body went stiff as stone.My heart gave a violent lurch. Handsome uncle?I turned to her slowly, my fingers tightening around the edge of my dress. “What did you just say, sweetheart?” I kept my voice calm, but my insides were twisting.She beamed, t

Valeria’s POVThe plan had to be perfect. I had waited too long for a moment like this, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.I sat in the dim glow of my private lounge, watching the message bubble on my phone. The final text to Aelia was ready to send. All I had to do was press one button, and the night would unfold exactly as I had planned.But first, I had to light the match.Pedro was unpredictable, a beast barely restrained behind an expensive suit and cold, aristocratic manners. But I knew his weaknesses. His triggers. He had spent years trying to master them, but his monster was always lurking beneath the surface, waiting for a reason to shatter through his control.And I would give him that reason tonight.I stood, smoothing out my wine-red silk dress before grabbing my coat. My driver was already waiting downstairs. The ride to Pedro’s private office was smooth, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. As the car rolled to a stop in front of the tower

Aelia’s POVThe world drifted back to me in fragments, a distant beep, the sterile scent of antiseptic, the gentle hum of fluorescent lights. My eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible anchors, but I managed to open them, squinting against the harsh brightness.The ceiling above was an expanse of cold white, interrupted only by the seams of ceiling tiles. Turning my head slightly, I winced at the stiffness in my neck. Beside me stood a woman in a crisp uniform, her back turned as she adjusted an IV drip.“You’re awake,” she observed, her voice soft and melodic. She turned to face me, revealing kind eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. “How are you feeling?”I blinked, trying to process her question. My throat felt parched, and when I attempted to speak, only a raspy whisper emerged. “Where… am I?”“St. Augustine’s Hospital,” she replied, offering a reassuring smile. “You were brought in last night.”Fragments of memory began to surface—the confrontation, the shattered glass, t

The night air was thick with anticipation.Inside Aelia’s apartment, the scent of citrus-scented lotion and perfume clung to the air as she stood in front of her mirror, lining her lips with a deep shade of red. Darcy, perched on the edge of Aelia’s bed, was still struggling to comprehend what was happening.“You do realize this is the Twilight Zone, right?” Darcy said, watching Aelia apply her lipstick with unnerving precision. “I mean, I’m actually convinced I’ve fallen into some alternate reality where you, Aelia freaking Spencer agreed to go clubbing on a Friday night. Voluntarily.”Aelia smirked at her reflection, dabbing the excess color off with a tissue. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this moment.”“Oh, I’m enjoying it, alright. I just think I deserve some answers!” Darcy threw her hands up. “For three years, I have begged you to come out with me, and each time, you hit me with the ‘I don’t drink, I don’t party, I have chapel in the morning’ speech.” She narrowed her eyes

Pedro slammed the door shut behind them.The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. The distant sound of crashing waves outside the estate was the only thing breaking the silence, but inside, a storm raged between them.Aelia stumbled slightly, the alcohol making the world tilt, but she caught herself on the edge of the bed, her breath coming fast. Pedro was in front of her in seconds, reaching out to steady her, but she shoved him away, rage burning through the haze of intoxication.“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voice raw with fury.Pedro clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath. “Aelia, you’re drunk.”“And whose fault is that!?” she shot back, swaying slightly but standing her ground. “You think dragging me here will change anything? You think if you keep me locked away like some kind of possession, I’ll suddenly want to be near you!?”Pedro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to maintain the last shred of his patience. “You need to rest.”Aelia l