Nobela ni Ocean Lumin

Bianca’s POV Immediately the man fell to the floor, the other man grabbed my hand. “Let me go!” I shouted, trying to yank his hands off, but his grip was too tight as I struggled against him, my heart racing. As he pulled me toward the back of the room, I glanced around. Everyone kept going—laughing, cheering, the music pounding like nothing had happened. I was the only one frozen in shock. The only one who seemed to care that a man was lying dead on the floor. “What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered, as the man dragged me through a door detached from the main building. I could hear my pulse hammering in my ears. “Why are we going through the back? Are you trying to kidnap me? Somebody, help me!” I screamed, but before I could cry out again, he slapped a hand over my mouth and pushed me into a dark room. “Open this door! Is anybody there?” I shouted, banging on the door with all my strength, but it was useless. Suddenly, the light clicked on. I spun around, and my breath

Bianca's POV My chest heaved as I stared up at the figure standing over me. At first, I didn't see his face, all I could see was the black cap and his back facing me. He didn’t move. For a terrifying second, I was sure this was it. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the worst. But nothing happened. Cautiously, I cracked one eye open. He had turned to face me, he wasn’t reaching for a weapon. He wasn’t even looking at me with anger or malice. Instead, he bent down, and he brought something out of his back pocket. My purse. I hadn’t even realized I had dropped it. He held it out to me, his fingers barely grazing the leather. I hesitated. My body was still locked in fear, every instinct screaming at me to run. But as I looked up at him, really looked at him, I realized something— He wasn’t like the men I had seen earlier. His stance was different. Relaxed, almost casual. His dark eyes weren’t cold or threatening. There was something else there, but

Bianca's POV For a moment, there was silence. And then, he smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that filled my whole body with fear instantly. I had made a mistake. A huge mistake. My mind raced with only one thought: “Get out of here.” I glanced around the room; all eyes were on me, shock etched on every face. And why wouldn’t they be? I think I just slapped a Mafia boss. I didn’t wait for anyone to react. Before my brain could catch up with my legs, I bolted. On my way out, I crashed into a waiter, knocking a bottle of wine to the floor. The sound echoed behind me, but I didn’t dare stop. I burst into the changing room, stripped off my uniform, and pulled on my clothes with trembling hands, barely able to grab my bag before rushing out. I slipped out of the club, blending into the crowd. No sign of the manager. Thank goodness. Outside, I waved urgently at the first cab I saw. As the car pulled away, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I just slapped a Mafia boss.

Bianca’s POV As I walked in, it wasn’t just one customer like I expected —it was a group of men whose presence made the air feel heavy and scary. They radiated power, the type that doesn't ask for respect; they demanded it. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to keep walking. I scanned the room, taking in the girls draped over their laps, their laughter too loud, and their eyes glazed. A small part of me felt relieved that I wasn’t the only one here, but it didn’t last. We weren’t the same. They were here to entertain; I was here to work. “Good evening, I’ll be serving you tonight,” I said into my mini mic, standing in front of their table. I kept my voice steady and my eyes down, but my heart pounded in my chest. “Hey, sexy,” one of them slurred beside me, the stench of was whiskey heavy on his breath. I glanced at him—drunk, of course. He looked like the kind of man who thought his money gave him a pass to behave like anyhow. “Come here,” another voice cut in, sharp an

Bianca's POV “Blrrrrr!” The loud alarm pierced through the room, jolting me awake. My body protested, stiff and exhausted from a night where sleep finally found me in the late hours. But now, I had to drag myself up for work. It hadn’t been easy, but a few months ago, I found the courage to return to this city, six years after my mother passed away. As I stepped into the shower, the cold water shocked me back into memories I wished I could forget. That sunny afternoon… Dad and I were in the living room when a knock at the door shattered our lives. The news of my mother’s death was dropped on us like a bomb. She was killed in service to the Mafia family she worked for. They handled the burial expenses, like it was just business. As if that would fix anything. They also gave my father the money to pay for my education, like she had always wanted. Pulling on my jeans and hopping around to shove my feet into my boots, my mind drifted back to that funeral day. I had wandered arou

Marcello's POV Six years ago, “When you’re born into chaos, you learn to navigate it. But she was the chaos I didn’t see coming.” Five months ago, my mother dragged me back to this city. She had fought hard to keep me away from my father, desperate for me not to follow in his footsteps. But he found us, of course, he always does. After all, he’s Don Rossi, and no one outsmarts the boss for long. Today’s training flew by, which was just as well, since my father was throwing one of his infamous monthly mafia parties tonight. Normally, I’d disappear for the evening, but he made it clear I had to stick around this time. And when Don Rossi speaks, you listen. The party was in full swing by the time I arrived, the room buzzing with tension disguised as polite conversation. Men in sharp suits, women in elegant dresses—it all looked so refined. But I knew better. Beneath the surface, every person here was capable of unspeakable things. “Enjoying the view?” a voice interrupted from behind