Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Mason

I removed my tie and tossed it onto the bed, taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly before sitting down to remove my shoes.

My life has been a bag of trouble and restless for the past few months. Ashley was everything to me; she was the definition of perfection. We shared amazing memories, and we had agreed to wait until marriage to consummate our relationship back then. But then… Olivia happened

I wronged Ashley, and I know it. But I couldn’t help myself. Back then, I yearned for her, craved her, and wanted her to make me feel like a man. But she still held firm to her beliefs about no sex until after marriage. I had a strong desire for intimacy, but I didn’t know where to turn until Olivia entered the picture.

It was all sudden like a movie.

Though I’ve never known a sensible man to resist a tantalizing offer… especially not one as irresistible as Olivia.

My intimate experiences with Olivia were beyond amazing. She was incredibly skilled, and I became fearful of losing that connection. That’s when things began to fall apart in my relationship with Ashley. To maintain our little secret affair, I felt pressured to cater to Olivia’s every desire and needs. Even if I had married Ashley, I doubt I would have been able to resist the temptation of continuing my affair with Olivia.

But now, I’m consumed by regret for my past actions. I’m exhausted from the same game with Olivia. It’s painfully clear that Ashley’s heart now belongs to Damien; the affection in her eyes when she speaks of him is undeniable.

I noticed that the connection we once shared has dissipated, and I can see that our bond is no longer intact.

Oh God…..!

I let out a sigh and reached for my phone to call Olivia, but my efforts were met with frustration. I dialed her number repeatedly, but she didn’t answer.

I couldn’t help but wonder, where could she be? It had been seven hours since she last answered her phone, and the silence was starting to worry me.

Clearing my throat, I redialled her number and this time she answered.

Not wasting a moment, I blurted out the question that had been plaguing me all day. “Olivia, I didn’t see you at the hospital again,” I said, my words tumbling out in a rush.

“Mason, I’m busy right now,” she replied, her voice laced with an unusual tone. I detected strange noises in the background, piquing my curiosity. “Where are you?” I asked, my interest heightened.

“Mason, I told you I’m busy right now!” Olivia snapped, her irritation obvious. “I’m hanging up now.” She added but I quickly interjected, “No, no, wait! You said you wanted to see Ashley, but I didn’t see her at the hospital today. Did you two meet up later?”

As soon as the question left my mouth, Olivia abruptly hung up the call. “Wait… Wait, Olivia!” I desperately called out, but the line had already gone dead.

I cursed under my breath, “Damn! She ended the call, this girl… What is she up to this time?” I thought to myself, still trying to process the whole thing. I know I heard strange manly voices in the background.

I wondered what she is up to, my mind racing with possibilities. But after a moment of contemplation, I let out a deep sigh and dialed Ashley’s number instead, but it wouldn’t connect. The call simply wouldn’t go through, adding to my growing frustration and curiosity.

Ah. What’s going on?

Just then, a heavy knock at my door broke the silence, and I looked up immediately. Confusion etched on my face as I wondered who could be visiting me at this late hour. It definitely wasn’t Olivia – I had just spoken with her a few minutes ago. But then, who could it be?

Flinging my shoe to the other side of the room, I then stood up, and ran my fingers through my hair to comb it back into place. I straightened my dress to at least appear good to whoever that is out there.

Despite my inner turmoil, I climbed downstairs, my heart racing with unknown fear. Without hesitation, I yanked the door open, not even bothering to check the peephole. That’s when I came face to face with a tall figure in a black surveillance costume. He was huge, dressed in black leather pants, a heavy black jacket, and gloves.

His face was obscured by a mask that covered half of his features, leaving only his piercing eyes visible. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our gazes met.

I swallowed hard, my palms suddenly slick with sweat.

“Yes, how can I help you?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously as I struggled to conceal my growing unease. I positioned myself between the door and the stranger, trying to appear braver than I felt.

“I guess you are, Mason Grayson, the owner of Prestige Medical Center,”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

My eyes widened in alarm instantly and a hard lump formed in my throat as I noticed another group of men, dressed in the same black surveillance attire, emerging from the darkness and positioning themselves behind the stranger in front of me.

“Who… Who are you people? And how can I help you?” I stammered, fear taking hold of me. I instinctively tried to slam the door shut, but one of them was too quick, blocking my attempt with a swift motion.

My body trembled vigorously in fear as one of them unleashed a forceful kick to the door, causing it to crash into the wall. I gulped hard, taking a step back as I watched them stride in with an air of confidence, as if they owned the place.

Who the hell are these people? I can already feel the heavy beating of my heart.

Looking at them in terror, I shrieked at no one in particular, “Who the hell are you people? What the hell do you want?” But before I could even finish my sentence, a hand struck me across the face with brutal force, sending me crashing to the ground.

I saw tiny stars dancing before my eyes, my head spinning from the impact.

“Holy goodness!” I tried to stand up, but my vision was blurry and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. I can hear the sinister laughs from the mysterious men.

What is going on? Still unsure if I was dreaming or hallucinating, I blinked twice and pinched my cheeks hard, trying to snap myself back to reality. When I felt the stinging pain.

Ahh …! I lifted my head, only to be met with the chilling metallic sound of a knife being drawn.

/Holy fuck/

What is happening? Who are these people? My mind was racing with different questions and that’s when I saw the monster – the devil himself, Damien Albrecht – standing amidst the men, his presence radiating an aura of malevolence that it felt like every fiber in my body stopped functioning immediately.

Smiling menacingly, his gaze locked onto mine, sending a chill down my spine. My heart raced with panic as one of his men handed him the knife, its glinting blade seeming to mock me.

He didn’t even bother to hide his face like others as he began walking towards me.

“What the hell do you want?!” I screamed, scrambling backward in panic.

My heart raced furiously as I continued to crawl away. Every step he took felt like a looming threat, each stride echoing through the air like a deadly storm warning.

He exuded danger, his face a mask of blankness and emotionlessness, despite the sinister smirk that played on his lips.

Trailing my fearful gaze off his face, it locked with his cold eyes which tells a different story, gleaming with a ruthless intensity, like a lion stalking its next prey.

I was vastly outnumbered, which made me feel utterly powerless.

What had he come here to do? Did he discover my secret plan with Olivia? Many questions were rushing into my head like a flash.

What is going on? How did I inflict the wrath of a monster upon myself?

My body trembled with fear as I continued to crawl backward, desperate to escape. But my retreat was halted when I hit something solid. Twisting my head back, I looked up to see one of Damien’s men towering over me.

I let out a blood-curdling scream, my body shaking uncontrollably as I watched Damien move behind me. He stooped down, his menacing presence making my skin crawl. Slowly, he placed the cold blade of the knife against my neck. It’s sharp edge prickling my fresh.

“Now, let’s see where you’ll run to now,” he sneered in a low, dominant, and harsh voice, his words dripping with hostility.

My heart raced furiously, pounding in my chest like a drum, and I was already drenched in sweat.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, strangled by fear.

“Your miserable life,”