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A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty three
A PAWN AND NOTHING.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~I stared at the text Lauren had sent me two nights ago, the words replaying in my head like an insult. She wanted out. She wanted to end things before they’d even truly begun. My jaw clenched as I tightened my grip on the phone. She thought she could walk away from me, just like that. How naive. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. Lauren might have forgotten, but I hadn’t. She was mine. And my claim on her wasn’t something she could ignore or erase with a few words in a message. Nobody ends things with me. Nobody. I am Alexandro Lex Castello. I call the shots, not her. The audacity she had to think she could sever ties without my permission burned in my chest, igniting a slow, simmering rage. Did she think I’d let her go that easily? That she could step away from this arrangement without consequences? She was going to pay for this disrespect. And I’d make sure Lauren understood—no, remembered—exactly who owned her and why she could
Last Updated : 2025-01-11A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter twenty four
WORK DRAMA.~LAUREN’S POV~ I hated being late. Rosette was going to have my head for this. Just three days before the big break, I was already imagining the lecture waiting for me at work. I couldn’t wait to finish this project and head home for Christmas. Although I knew my family would be disappointed I’d be coming home alone, it was for the best. The sharp ding of the bell over the café counter pulled me out of my thoughts. “Miss, your cappuccino is ready,” the barista called with a bright smile. “Thank God,” I murmured under my breath, weaving through the small crowd to the counter. “One cream-filled cappuccino,” she said as she handed it over, her cheerful demeanor catching me off guard. I smiled back, pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.” This café had stepped up its game. Last time I was here, the staff couldn’t care less about customer service. It felt like I’d had to beg just to get a simple latte. But these new hires? They might make me a regular again. Balanc
Last Updated : 2025-01-13A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty Five
THE IMPORTANT GUEST.~LAUREN'S POV~I tried to focus on my work, but Rosette's annoying words kept replaying in my mind.*"Remind me where I belong,"* I whispered to myself, my hands balling into fists. I shook my head, refusing to let her words bring me down. Today was supposed to be a good day for me. So much for that. I couldn't believe I'd run into two of the people I hated most. Not that I could complain—one of them was my boss, and the other just existed. I sighed. I had work to do. I opened my laptop and started typing my story. The deadline Rosette had given me was tomorrow, and she was doing everything she could to make my life miserable. And it was working. “He’s here already,” a voice said next to me, breaking my concentration. I looked up to see Vanessa, my deskmate, standing by my side. “What’s going on, Vanessa?” I asked. “The important guest Rosette mentioned is here,” she said, her voice tinged with nervousness. I glanced at my phone. The screen read
Last Updated : 2025-01-18A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty six
THE ORDER~LAUREN’S POV~Alexandro was sitting across from me. That fact alone had my thoughts spiraling. Had he gotten even hotter since the last time we spoke? The sharp cut of his jaw, the lazy confidence in the way he leaned back—it was as if the universe had carved him to drive me insane. But did that even matter? Of course, it didn’t. He was here as an important guest, and I needed to keep my calm. Avoiding his eyes, I turned to face Rosette, clinging to some pretense of calm. “Why was I called in here?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady, though my pulse was anything but. I could feel his gaze on me, cold yet burning, like a silent accusation. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat a reminder of my growing panic. Was he angry? Did it have to do with ‘that text’?Oh, God. The text. He’d seen it—he had to have. Read every single word. “Oh, Lauren,” Rosette’s voice interrupted my crazy thoughts, a wicked smile curling on her lips. “You must be happy to se
Last Updated : 2025-01-23A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter twenty-seven
NOT HIS TYPE.~LAUREN’S POV~ I grabbed the door handle, my fingers tightening around it as anger steamed beneath my skin. No, I wasn’t just angry—I was furious. I paused, turning back to glance at Rosette and Alexandro one last time before yanking the door open and stepping out. My heels clicked against the floor as I marched back to my desk, my jaw clenched and my mind racing. Plopping into my chair, I let my head fall onto my desk, trying to calm the storm inside me. “Let me guess—Rosette was being a bitch again?” Vanessa’s voice chimed in from the desk beside me. I turned my face to look at her, still resting my head on the desk. “She never fails to show her true colors, even in front of strangers,” I replied with a forced smile. Lifting my head, I glanced back toward Rosette’s office door. Why was Alexandro still in there? I bit my lower lip nervously, my thoughts spinning. Why was I even nervous? It’s not like I cared if he spent an hour—or the whole damn day—in ther
Last Updated : 2025-01-24A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty Eight
I SET THE RULES.~ALEXANDRO’S POV~When my assistant, Hilda, mentioned the deal Storm Media was offering to cover my event, I hesitated. “It’s a good opportunity,” Mario had said, his tone firm. “A little publicity could go a long way.” I wasn’t convinced. The last thing I needed was cameras and microphones poking into my business, especially now. The timing couldn’t have been worse—not with the recent death of the Russian mafia lord hanging over us like a storm cloud. Antonio had called me the moment it happened. “He was assassinated,” he said flatly, no emotion in his voice. Assassinated. One bullet and everything could unravel. The Russians and Italians had always been at each other’s throats, but this? This could ignite something bigger. If the killer wasn’t found—and soon—everything I had built would crumble. My connections, my deals, my reputation. All of it was gone in the blink of an eye. The situation was already tense. Last month alone, there were multiple sh
Last Updated : 2025-01-27A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Twenty-nine
PLAYING GAMES~ALEXANDRO’S POV~Lauren’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her anger and nervousness radiating off her in waves. I could feel it, and it only made me press closer, pinning her more firmly against the cold, tiled wall.“You’re delusional,” she finally hissed, her voice trembling but laced with defiance. “You think you can just… dictate my life?”I tilted my head, a smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth. “I don’t think, mi amor. I know.”Her eyes burned with fury, her hands shoving weakly against my chest. “Let. Me. Go.”But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Instead, I let my gaze linger on her flushed face, her lips, and the way her hair fell slightly over her eyes as she glared at me.“I’ve tried to let you go,” I murmured, the admission surprising even me. My voice dropped to something darker, and lower. “You have no idea how much I’ve tried, Lauren. But you make it… impossible.”Her breath hitched, just slightly, and her hands froze a
Last Updated : 2025-01-28A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Thirty
THE BLOODY MAN.~LAUREN’S POV~ I stared at the chaotic mess in my wardrobe, a sea of outdated clothes staring back at me like a cruel reminder. It had been months since I’d gone shopping, months since I’d felt the need to care about my appearance. I sighed, turning away, and running a hand through my tangled hair. I was tired—physically, mentally, emotionally. And I seriously didn’t want to attend this ball. But I had no choice. My camera and gear sat ready by the edge of my bed as if mocking me. The stress of work, the expectations, the ‘unavoidable’—all of it presses me down like a heavy cloak. Rosette’s words from earlier still played in my head, like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. “You don’t want Patrick as your escort?” she had repeated, her cold, cutting gaze fixed on me, as though daring me to argue further. I’d taken a breath, trying to steady my voice. “No matter what excuse you have, it’s just wrong, Rosette.” She’d laughed—a sharp, looking down-upon
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A GOOD MORNING ~ALEXANDRO'S POV~The morning light came through the sheer curtains, softly lighting the room. I woke up, still feeling sleepy, but the warmth next to me was too nice to ignore.Lauren's breath was calm against my chest, and her hair spread across my arm like silk. I moved a bit, my hand brushing her waist, and she softly murmured something I couldn't make out, pressing closer to me. It was one of those mornings when everything felt still, caught in a perfect moment—until it wasn't.I don't know what sparked it first, maybe the way her thigh pressed against mine, or the faint scent of her skin, still carrying the trace of last night's perfume. Something sparked to life slowly and carefully, like a flame touching dry wood. I turned onto my side to face her. Her eyes opened, still heavy with sleep, but twinkling with a new desire. Something hungry."Good morning," I muttered, my voice rough with the effect of the moment.She smiled, her lips curving into that wicked l
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BULLET & SEX~LAUREN POV~The silence of the room settled around me again, but it felt less oppressive now. I stood up, my legs steadier than before, and stared at the gun on the table. Tonight I'd been prepared to use it…to take a life to save my own. The thought sent a chill through me.I needed to clear my head.Stripping off my clothes as I walked, I made my way to the bathroom, letting the hot water floodgate away the fear and adrenaline that clung to my skin. I stayed under the spray until my fingertips wrinkled and my mind quieted.Wrapped in a towel, I padded back to the bedroom, drying myself methodically before pulling on one of Alexandro's shirts I'd claimed as my own. The soft cotton fell to mid-thigh, carrying a trace of his scent.My throat felt dry and dried out from the night's events. I made my way to the kitchen, remembering the wine cabinet Alexandro had shown me the first night. I found an unopened bottle of red, uncorked it with practiced ease, and took a long
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Ninety two
FEAR~LAUREN'S POV~The gun lay on the coffee table, cold and innocent-looking despite what I'd almost done with it hours earlier. My fingers wouldn't stop trembling. I curled them into fists, then stretched them out again, watching the subtle shake with detached fascination."Señorita? More tea?" Julio stood in the doorway, his normally patient face etched with concern.I shook my head. "I'm fine, thank you."He didn't move, his dark eyes assessing me with the scrutiny of someone who'd seen shock before. The cut above his eye had been cleaned and bandaged, but the bruising was already spreading, proof of how hard he'd fought when they took me."Did you know?" I asked suddenly. "Is that why you and Mario came with him to Mexico? Because you knew this was going to happen?"Julio's face didn't change, but something flashed in his eyes. He answered in a soft flow of Spanish before switching to English."Sí. We knew something would happen. But not this... this was different." He gesture
A Mafia’s Trillionaire for Christmas Chapter Ninety one
BLOOD TIES 2~ALEXANDRO’S POV~A door at the end of the corridor stood ajar. I moved toward silently, gun ready, and peeked through the crack.Lauren stood in the center of my father's old study, her red dress a splash of blood against the dark wood paneling. A thin, silver-haired man circled her like a predator. I had not seen him in years, but I knew immediately who he was—Viktor Kuznetsov."...quite the journalist, from what I hear," he was saying, his accent thickly Russian despite decades in Mexico. "Always seeking the truth. I wonder if Alexandro has told you the truth about himself?"Lauren's chin lifted stubbornly. "I know enough."Kuznetsov laughed, the sound like ice cracking. "You know nothing, Miss McQueen. Nothing about the boy whose mother chose another man over me. The boy I've waited twenty-eight years to destroy.""Let her go." I pushed the door open, keeping my gun trained on him. "She has nothing to do with this."Kuznetsov turned, those cold gray eyes lighting wit
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BENEATH THE SURFACE~LAUREN'S POV~Morning light came through the curtains, casting golden stripes on Alexandro as he slept. I had been awake for almost an hour, watching him, something I had never done before.When he slept, his face looked softer. The deep lines between his brows smoothed out. He appeared younger and almost innocent, which made me smile because it seemed so strange.Alexandro Castello and innocence were strangers to each other.My fingers drifted over a scar on his shoulder I hadn't noticed before last night, a puckered line about three inches long, too precise to be accidental. Beside it, a smaller mark, round like a…"Enjoying the view?" His voice, rough with sleep, startled me.His eyes were open now, watching me with that scary passion. No grogginess, no slow waking, he was instantly alert, a predator even at dawn."Just wondering how many scars you're hiding," I said, fingers finally making contact with the mark.He caught my wrist, his grip gentle but unmistak
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STORM WARNINGS~LAUREN'S POV~The villa was a palace disguised as a home.I leaned against the balcony railing, enjoying the view of the private beach as the waves playfully danced against the soft, golden sand. The afternoon sun casts a beautiful glow over everything. I noticed some storm clouds starting to roll in from afar—a reminder to be on the lookout!"Do you like it?" Alexandro's voice came from behind me, smooth as the expensive tequila he'd poured when we arrived.I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, jacket disposed of, the top buttons of his shirt undone. The casual stance did nothing to reduce his power. If anything, it stretched it."It's beautiful," I admitted, gripping the railing. "Though 'villa' seems like an understatement."His mouth quirked upward. "Would you prefer 'obscenely expensive beach compound'?""At least it would be honest."He stepped forward, joining me at the railing. Close. Too close. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something
