All Chapters of Trapped with the Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The world outside Alessandro’s estate was a different kind of prison—one built on fear, power, and absolute control. I had seen glimpses of it before, but now, locked in his grasp, I was starting to understand just how deep his influence ran.The morning after the warehouse incident, the mansion was eerily quiet. Alessandro had left before dawn, his usual entourage trailing behind him, leaving behind only his guards and the ever-watchful eyes that never let me forget I was a prisoner.But I wasn’t the only one trapped.From the moment I arrived here, I had begun to notice the subtle signs—the servants who never spoke unless spoken to, the guards who stood at attention like machines, their eyes betraying nothing. Even the most luxurious of halls held an invisible weight, as if the walls themselves whispered the truth no one dared to say aloud.Alessandro owned everything. Everyone.And that extended far beyond this estate.Late in the afternoon, I overheard murmurs from the guards stat

Elena Pov The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, filling the silence in the room.I sat frozen on the bed, my thoughts a tangled mess.Alessandro’s words lingered in the air.....Tomorrow will be eventful.That could mean anything.A meeting? A deal? Another brutal show of power?No matter what it was, I knew one thing it wouldn’t be good for me.I had learned enough in the short time I’d been trapped here to understand that Alessandro never acted without reason. If he wanted me to know something, it was because he wanted a reaction. And if he wanted a reaction, it meant he was testing me.Testing how much I could take.Testing how much I feared him.I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me. I should have been afraid. No, I was afraid. But there was something else beneath the fear something I couldn’t quite name.The water shut off.A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Alessandro stepped out, steam curling behind him. He had a towel slung over

The ride back to Alessandro’s estate was silent, but the tension between us crackled like a live wire. His grip on my hand hadn’t loosened since we left the gala, as if he feared I might vanish into thin air.I wasn’t sure if it was possessiveness or control, but whatever it was, it made my pulse race.The moment we stepped inside the grand foyer, Alessandro’s men scattered like shadows into the night. The heavy doors shut behind us with a quiet finality, sealing me inside his world once more.I pulled my hand from his grasp, needing space to breathe. “I’m tired,” I muttered, turning toward the stairs.Before I could take a step, Alessandro’s voice sliced through the silence. “That dress,” he said, his tone unreadable.I froze, my fingers tightening around the fabric at my sides.Slowly, I turned to face him. His dark eyes roamed over me, something flickering behind them—something I couldn’t quite name.“You liked it?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.A slow smirk curved his li

I barely slept that night.Even after returning to my room, I could still feel the weight of Alessandro’s gaze, the heat of his touch lingering on my skin like an unshakable curse. I paced the floor, running my hands through my hair as my mind replayed every word, every look, every moment of weakness.What was happening to me?I should hate him. I did hate him.But my body told a different story.The worst part? He knew it.Alessandro wasn’t a man who questioned things. He saw, he wanted, he took. And now, he had set his sights on me—not just as his prisoner, not just as his possession, but as his.A shiver ran through me, though I wasn’t sure if it was fear or something far more dangerous.I needed to get my head straight.{The Morning After}By morning, I had forced every lingering thought of him into a locked box in my mind, determined to pretend last night never happened.A knock at my door shattered that illusion."Miss Elena," a voice called. "Breakfast is served. The boss is ex

Elena PovThe weight of Alessandro’s words stayed with me long after he spoke them."You already are."I wanted to deny it, to push back against the idea that I was becoming part of his world. But how could I? Every day, I was pulled in deeper, my life entangled with his in ways I couldn’t escape.As the car continued its smooth ride back to the estate, I turned my head away from him, staring out the window. The city lights blurred past, but my mind wasn’t on the view—it was on the man beside me.His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, intoxicating all at once.How had I gone from despising him to sitting here, silently battling the strange pull he had on me?I wasn’t sure anymore.The rest of the ride was quiet. Alessandro didn’t speak, but I could feel his gaze on me, studying me as if he was waiting for something.When we finally arrived at the estate, I wasted no time stepping out of the car, eager to put distance between us.But before I could make it inside, Alessandro was a