Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Olivia

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“Just a little,” I hum in response before letting out a tired sigh.

Mason nodded and pulled a chair forward, sitting in front of me with his arms crossed.

“What!” I snapped, raising my brow at him.

Sighing, he cleared his throat before speaking up, “You might hurt yourself.”

“He’s just acting, he’ll give in as time goes on,” I said, giving him a wink. A mischievous smile played on my lips, though my own words didn’t even seem that convincing to me.

He acknowledges her as his wife and even fights the urge to have anything to do with me. Who in their right senses would reject this alluring body?

“But the way he pushed you says otherwise,”

“Mason!” I snapped, slowly massaging my ankle. “It’s my business, I don’t care!”

Shrugging, he rested back on the chair. “Not my business though, I’m just caring because your target seems like a hard crack.”

I snarled at him, glaring. “Did you get the pictures?”

Sighing, he hummed in response before stretching out his hand and leaning in to place the pictures beside me. “I will applaud you for the little show you pulled out there. At least the photos seem real and intense.”

I smiled, my eyes glowing as I ran my fingers over each of the photos. “Not that bad,” I retorted.

“So, what do you plan on doing with them?” he asked, his eyebrow itching up in curiosity.

Looking at him, a mischievous smirk appeared on my lips, widening my smile. “We’ll use them at the right time,” I replied, my voice filled with a hint of excitement.

*** ***

Ashley

As I wake up, I stretch my limbs, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. My lips curl into a lingering smile as I recall the intimate moments shared with Damien the night before. It was incredibly intense, and honestly, it felt like a beautiful dance of emotions and desires, where every touch and kiss ignited a fire within me.

A smile danced across my lips as I delved into the vivid memories… It was an experience beyond words!

The room enveloped me in its warm embrace, basking in the gentle glow of the morning light seeping through the ethereal curtains. With a languid stretch, I reached out, my fingertips eagerly seeking Damien’s presence. But to my surprise, his side of the bed lay empty, leaving a void that stirred curiosity within me. The air crackled with unanswered questions, and I couldn’t help but wonder where he had disappeared to.

What?

My eyes widened, and I immediately sat up, the duvet wrapping around my body. I looked beside me and around the room, but he was nowhere to be found. Panic tinged my voice as I called out his name. “Da….. Damien,” The silence only amplifies my growing concern. Where could he have gone? The room felt empty.

“Da… Damien,” I quietly called out again, my voice tinged with uncertainty. Could he be in the bathroom? Or did he leave me here, abandoning everything we shared? Did the night hold no significance for him?

As my mind swirled with countless questions, my eyes welled up with tears. I blinked them back, trying to regain composure. Turning my gaze to the right side, I was met with a sight that caught me off guard. There, on a beautifully arranged tray, sat a sumptuous breakfast. The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, awakening my senses. With cautious anticipation, I lifted the plate covering the food.

A breakfast? Did Aurora bring in my breakfast while I was fast asleep?

I scratched my neck in confusion, but my attention was quickly diverted by something else. Beside the tray, I noticed a small folded note, elegantly adorned with a delicate ribbon.

A wave of curiosity washed over me, and I couldn’t resist the urge to pick up the note. With gentle hands, I unfolded it, revealing the elegant handwriting that belonged to Damien.

“Dear sunshine,

I apologize for leaving earlier due to an urgent matter that required my attention. I hope you find the tray of food on the nightstand. I prepared it specifically for you, with love and care. Please savor every bite and enjoy the flavors.

Looking forward to seeing you in the office soon.

With love, your husband”

Smiling, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy as I brought the note to my lips, kissing it gently and hugging it closer to my heart. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes. It meant that the night held importance for him.

Awn!!

I re-read the note repeatedly, a smile gracing my lips with each sentence. At this moment, even though Damien was physically absent, his presence felt palpable through the loving gesture of the breakfast tray and the heartfelt note.

Placing the note beside me, a lingering smile played on my lips as I reached for the tray. With anticipation, I leaned forward and inhaled the enticing aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. The scent enveloped me, awakening my senses and adding to the delightful experience. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, so I picked up one of the cinnamon rolls and took a bite. The soft, doughy texture combined with the sweet cinnamon flavor created a perfect harmony of taste.

Hmm… I couldn’t help but close my eyes slowly, savoring the exquisite flavor as it melted on my tongue. “So sweet,” I murmured in response, my voice filled with delight. I couldn’t resist taking another bite, relishing in the delectable taste that danced on my palate.

It didn’t take long before I devoured the entire tray of food, a satisfied smile gracing my face. With contentment filling my heart, I placed the empty coffee cup back on the tray and leaned back to rest. At that moment, I couldn’t help but reflect on the overwhelming sense of satisfaction I felt. It had been so long since I experienced this kind of pure joy and fulfillment.

So does that mean that Damien is not angry with me concerning the announcement?

The announcement……!!!

My father!

I felt a rush of fear as I reached for my phone, eager to check social media. However, to my surprise, the news had vanished. Although my Instagram account was still unavailable, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. At least the news was no longer trending or being discussed in any blogs.

*knock. *Knock

“Come in,” I quietly muttered.

The door swung open, and Aurora gently entered the room. “Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted with a warm smile.

“Aurora, how are you doing?”

There was a sudden silence which drew my attention. Lifting my head, I noticed that Aurora appeared taken aback by something. It made me wonder if there was a problem. I found it puzzling because this wasn’t the first time I had asked her the question, so why did she seem so surprised? It left me feeling a bit confused and curious about what might be going on.

“Hmm… ma,” she nervously scratched her neck, “I’m fine, ma’am.”

“Is there a problem?” I asked, my tone laced with concern.

“No, nothing, ma,” she quickly defended herself before her voice softened. “You’re glowing this morning,” she said, her voice trailing off as she nervously bit her lips.

“Really?” I raised my brow teasingly, trying to suppress my smile.

“You are sleeping in the master’s bedroom,”

“We are married, Aurora,” I said, shaking my head as I watched her adorable face.

“Hmm,” she nodded and glanced at the empty tray. “Master woke up in the morning to prepare all these just for you,” she said, her smile lighting up the room. Her words resonated with me, and I couldn’t help but return the smile.

“You’re so cute, Aurora,” I laughed, stretching my hands towards her as she took them.

“How long have you been working here?”

“For three years now, ma,”

“Really?” I paused to look at her, my curiosity piqued. “It has been a long time, have you ever visited your parents?” I asked, genuinely interested in her response.

“No,” she said sadly, her voice filled with sorrow. “Emily and I lost our parents in a tragic accident. But Master was kind enough to take us in instead of sending us to the orphanage.”

Hmm, Damien let them in just like that. Did he kill their parents?

“Emily and you are siblings?”

“Yes, she is a year older than me,” she smiled, nodding at me.

“Okay, that’s good,” I nodded, my voice filled with curiosity. “But… hmm… did, I mean Damie… I mean, how did your parents pass away?” I cleared my throat instantly, realizing my slip-up.

“In a fire accident,” she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. “They were Master’s workers, so after their passing, he took us in. Since then, he has been incredibly kind to us.”

“Oh sorry about that,”

She shrugged like it was nothing and flashed me a wide smile. “The driver is waiting downstairs,” she said, her words filled with a playful tone. “You should dress up for work.”

Oh about that….. I almost forgot!