All Chapters of Her Mafia Protector: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra’s POV“Lyra!” A familiar voice sent a cold shiver down my spine. Pushing my blanket off my body, I dashed towards the door, opened up quickly and ran down the stairs in my pajamas. “Dad, I told you Lyra has been lazing around, always wasting my time because she's got no responsibilities.” No responsibilities? I was literally the nanny in this luxurious mansion. Standing at the foot of the stairs, I watched as a redhead paced around the lounge, glancing at her wrist watch with each second that passed by. When she finally raised her head to stare at me, my heart skipped a beat, “Meera, I—” “I'm late for school because of you, bitch!” She snapped, charging towards me with flames dancing in her eyes. I swallowed hard, urging my feet to move out the way, but I knew better than running. I'd get punished over and over again, a never ending torture. Closing my eyes slowly, I anticipated the sharp pain on my cheeks, but it never came. Instead, a searing pain shot through my body as Me

Lyra’s POVIf sending letters was a thing of the past, my best friend—Tracy—and I were starting to bring it back. For the last few days, Uncle Zorah had shut me from the outside world—not that I was given free will in the first place. He seized my phone, my only company, and locked me up in my room. He was terrified I'd make an escape and ruin the marriage, but I wasn't just going to sit here and allow him send me off to some fucking old man with salt and peppered hair. I love Tracy with all my heart. She figured something was wrong when I obviously couldn't reply to her texts. She came knocking on my window days after and it became a habit to send letters down to communicate with her. Laying down on my bed, I read the last letter I received from her, grinning from ear to ear when she finally agreed to help me with my escape. She had climbed up a tall ladder to reach my window earlier, how hard could it be to do the same? I sighed out loud, folded up the paper and tore it in pieces

Lyra’s POV“Hell's pit?” I whispered, leaning hard against the wall. For some reason, the guard’s last words echoed in my ears like he was right here to whisper them in my ears. ‘You're the one who's going to hell for your crimes’. Was this it? Hell?I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, “What do you mean by hell's pit?” Each breath was agonizingly painful, and with each second that passed by, I kept regretting my actions of not claiming my life when I had the chance. From the little one's words, I needed no soothsayer to tell me I had been sold to this HELL'S PIT by Zorah. I kept my gaze on the girl with the whip, slightly stunned by her revealing dress. Only her nipples were covered with the transparent top she was putting on, and through the lacy shorts, I could see the traces of her curved ass staring back at me. I tore my gaze away, staring at the dried up blood on my knuckles, “Why am I here?” The whip lady took slow strides towards me, stroking the whip seductively like it

Meera’s POVI stood at the edge of the stairs, my breath shallow, my body tensing as the sneeze tickled the back of my throat. It was almost unbearable. My eyes watered, and I could feel my nostrils twitching with the impending eruption. Holding my breath, I fought it, wanting to be in control. I didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him. But, of course, just as I thought I could manage it, the sneeze came crashing through, an involuntary explosion of air. It echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls like a distant gunshot. I rubbed my nose hastily, frustrated with my own body.At the top of the stairs, I waited. Still, I had to admit I was feeling a little impatient. The clock was ticking. There was no time to waste. I could hear my father’s movements coming from upstairs, the creak of his footsteps signaling his descent. I took a deep breath, the air sharp as it filled my lungs, and turned to face the living room.I couldn’t stand waiting any longer. If he wasn’t going

Lyra’s POV His lips twitched into something between a grin and a snarl. "You’re a firebird, aren’t you? I like that." He withdrew his hand slowly, the amusement never leaving his face. "You will be mine, Lyra. Whether you accept it or not.""Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked, my voice sharp. "Because it doesn’t."His smile faded, replaced by a steely look. "It will."I stared at him, defiant, refusing to let him see the flicker of fear that threatened to rise. I wasn’t going to bend. I wasn’t going to break."Maybe not," he mused, his fingers curling into a fist. "But I’ll make you want to be. And when you do, you’ll realize just how little control you ever had."The sharp wind outside the prison cut through me like a blade, but it wasn’t the cold that chilled me now—it was the weight of Miss Caroline’s words, still echoing in my mind, rattling through my chest like a death knell. I’m nothing. Her voice, venomous and cold, played on a loop in my thoughts, each repetition digging