Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Damien’s POV:

As I continued going through the tons of files on my desk in anger, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of boredom. With a glass of wine in my hand, my eyes unintentionally got caught in the color of the wine. It had a greenish hue, and at that moment, those vibrant green orbs slipped into my mind. I couldn’t help but sigh as I leaned back, closing my eyes. I had never seen such captivating green eyes before. They were alluring, yet at the same time, tempting to look away from.

With a growl, I snapped my eyes open, my heart pounding in my chest. What was happening to me? Those haunting green eyes seemed to materialize out of thin air, invading my thoughts. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that washed over me. Grumbling in frustration, I flare my nostrils, trying to push the unsettling images away.

But then, as my gaze landed on the portrait hanging on my office wall, her voice pierced through my mind, sending chills down my spine. It was as if she was speaking to me again, a presence I couldn’t escape. The air in the room grew heavy, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of impending doom.

“Then end this marriage! You have gotten the company, right? Then end this marriage because you can’t keep what you despise in your possession.”

My grip tightened around the glass tumbler, the cracking sound echoing in the room. It wasn’t just her eyes anymore, but her voice, her words, they were consuming my mind. Her voice was so soft, so tender, like a gentle whisper in my ear. But then, frustration boiled within me, and I couldn’t contain it any longer. Fuck……..! I gritted my teeth and with a furious outburst, I threw the glass tumbler against the wall, shattering it into pieces. The greenish colorful contents stained the once pristine white wall, bringing my thoughts to an abrupt halt.

When did those thoughts creep into my mind? I rubbed my palm over my face, feeling the weight of frustration. And then, in a burst of anger, I banged my hands on the desk, sending the carefully arranged documents and files flying onto the ground. It was as if my emotions had taken control, scattering everything in their path.

“Then end this marriage! You have gotten the company, right? Then end this marriage because you can’t keep what you despise in your possession.”

Fuck…….!! I snapped my eyes open. What the heck is wrong with me? Why can’t I just get her out of my mind? Why can’t I just erase her words and voices from my head? Nobody has ever talked back to me no matter what or even given me conditions and orders but only her………. Fuck!!

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the door swung open, and in walked Lucas. My eyes couldn’t help but focus on his every nervous stride, taking in every detail of his appearance. Confused about why he seemed so nervous but at least I guess It was a welcome distraction, a way to shift my focus away from her. Sometimes, unexpected moments like these have a way of pulling us out of our own heads.

“Good day, boss,” he halted in front of me and the table. Lucas greeted me with a respectful bow, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Lucas Rodman,” I tapped my index finger twice on the desk, acknowledging his presence.

I can sense his confusion as his eyes wander, absorbing the chaos of the room-the mysterious greenish stain on the wall, the delicate glass fragments scattered on the floor, and the countless files strewn about. With a mix of curiosity and confusion, he dared to meet my gaze, but in an instant, his eyes darted away, unable to withstand the intensity of my fierce stare.

“Did you find anything?” I asked, going straight to the point, my voice filled with coldness and dispassion.

“No, boss……. You told me to come over,” he said, his voice a bit unstable.

That’s what I love most, the fear in their faces and how they cower and shrink back like a toad whenever they stand in front of my presence.

“Go to DDW and run a comprehensive background check on the woman I had a scandal with that very night,” I slowly closed my eyes and leaned back, feeling her seductive strawberry scent enveloping my mind.

“No worries, boss! Don’t be offended. Which day and room are we talking about? Let me know the details, boss!” He stammered, his voice cracking in the end.

“On that very day, I hosted a party in that hotel, but I had no idea about the room number,” I mumbled with a cold expression, my eyes still closed.

“Okay, fine…….. Any picture?”

My eyes snapped forcefully at him, and he staggered out in fear. His breath quickened as he nervously rubbed his palms. “I don’t keep pictures,” I spat out the words one after the other in a vicious tone, sending more chills all over his trembling body. “No pictures……. Lucas Rodman,”

The door suddenly opened, and my gaze slowly shifted from him to the intruder. Eros and Pasito walked in, laughing and chit-chatting. But as soon as they stepped inside the office, their facial expressions went blank, sensing the shift of tension in the air.

They both stared at me and then at Lucas before exchanging a knowing look, they walked over and plopped on the couch.

My stern gaze shifted back to the nervous Lucas, and with emphasis, I growled, “Now, get out!”

At my command, Lucas bowed instantly and scrambled out of my office, leaving just me, Eros, and Pasito in the room.

“Hey, what’s up?” Eros was the first to speak up, “Why is Lucas here and the tension in the air?”

“Is there something you are not telling us?” Pasito voiced, “Come on, bro,” At the mention of the last word, I let out a deep sigh and turned to them.

“Just helping me to run some background checks,” I signed.

“About Alexander,” Eros questioned, his brow c***k up in curiosity.

“This place is a mess……… seems like someone triggered you but I didn’t see blood on Lucas’ body or was he not the person?” Pasito’s eyes darted around the room, his curiosity piqued.

“Hmmm….” I huffed, “Forget about the mess and about the check-up,” I folded the empty blank document in my palms. “I need him to run a comprehensive background check-up on DDW about the woman I had a scandal with that very night at the party,” I said and tossed the paper to the ground.

Eros and Pasito exchanged a puzzled glance, their curiosity piqued. “So, a woman from a one-night stand?” Pasito inquired, and I simply nodded in response. The air was thick with anticipation as we delved deeper into the story.

Eros gasped in surprise, his voice filled with genuine concern. “Why, bro? This doesn’t seem like your usual self. What’s going on?” he asked, wanting to understand the situation better. “Or did she completely blow your mind and leave you unable to think straight?” Eros couldn’t help but tease, he burst into laughter, playfully poking fun at the situation.

Idiot, I thought.

I eyed him, if it was someone else, he could have been dropped dead by now.

“Shut the fuck up, Eros,” I said, glaring at him.

Eros and Pasito took their seats on the couch, legs crossed, and a mischievous grin spread across Eros’ face while Pasito fought the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What’s the big deal about her?” Pasito inquired, clearly intrigued by the situation. I leaned back, the memories etched in my mind.

Her pleasurable moans and pleas filled my head, though the images were blurry and I couldn’t get a vivid picture of what she did look like that day but I think I owe her. I took her out of her own will. I might be brutal and deadly but I have never raped or taken advantage of any woman, I am used to them coming for me but that very night that exact woman pleaded for me to set her free despite the huge amount of money that I offered to her which other girls will never reason twice to accept but she declines and only seek for freedom. Still, engulfed by the alcohol and her scent I couldn’t help but ravish her delicate skin.

“She was the first woman to have ever run away from me after a wonderful night with me,” I smirked, hiding the truth under my sleeve.

“I knew it……. How come, maybe the mighty Damien Albrecht didn’t satisfy her well,” Eros poked fun at me, his voice filled with teasing.

I eyed him, anger slowly seeping in as I watched Eros make fun of it. This is the first time in my whole life that a lady has run away after any sex with me. Zuri might be a whore but she has never rejected or neglected our sex life but that woman was the first to run away. But not only that, I took her without her consent.

“You’re joking too much about it right now,” I snarled through clenched teeth.

Eros’s laugh quickly vanished and he cleared his throat, “Anyway, I think the reason for her reaction is right there in front of you,” we both turned to look at him.

“She might be scared in the morning after discovering that she had a one hellish crazy night with a bloody motherfucker, that she slept with the badass mafia lord,”

Pasito chipped in, “I think Eros is right, maybe she ran away due to she was scared,”

“But there is something about her scent, it smells nice like a strawberry,” I fancied, as the smell engulfed my sense of smell.

“Well everyone does use that strawberry scent, which is common among the ladies. Even my girl does use it,” Eros blurted out.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“You mean even your fuck buddy,” Pasito teased and we all burst into a laugh. “Just forget her, maybe she is one of the whores that came that night because there were a lot of girls there that very night,” he resumed. “I didn’t see anything special about her for you to start stressing yourself or Lucas over a mere whore,”

I nodded at Pasito and let out a deep sigh, I think they are correct. I don’t see any need to look for her besides she wasn’t the first woman to be slept with against her wish.

“So what’s up?” I snort, “Why the serious face?” I asked.

“Well, one of the sons of Senator Juan is throwing a lavish party for his birthday and both top influencers and staggering rich species will be there,” Eros dropped the bombshell.

I looked at them in confusion, “And?” As far as I am concerned, I have the type of parties I attend which they know so I didn’t see any need for this information.

“We were invited,” Pasito muttered, but I still maintained the same look, “And?”

“Alexander is coming,” he said, but that only hardened my expression. “He always wants to brag and show off so I am not surprised that he is coming,” I shrugged it off.

“Didn’t you want to have a word with him or see him after the incident?” Eros asked and at the mention of that last word, my eyes pulled open. He was right.

“Which of the sons?” I asked, getting interested in the information.

“Carlos Juan,” Pasito announced.

“Then end this marriage! You have gotten the company, right? Then end this marriage because you can’t keep what you despise in your possession.”

Her voice resounded in my head again and I couldn’t shake off the haunting image of her teary eyes and cries from that room. It was like a storm brewing in my mind. And then, bam! An idea struck me like lightning.

“We will be going…” I said with a mischievous grin, causing both of them to raise their eyebrows in surprise. My sudden acceptance caught them off guard. “And…” I smirked, locking eyes with them. “I’ll be going with my lovely wife,” I declared, adding an extra twist to the surprise.

“Damien!!!” Pasito gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief. “That is dangerous…” he shook his head at me, but that only widened my smile. I couldn’t resist the thrill and excitement of the unknown.

I need to show that nuisance that I have moved on………… And what better way to do it than by going there with that slut that I have as a wife. Let’s make a grand entrance and leave them speechless!

To be continued.