Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed

Astrella's point of view I sat at my desk, my eyes fixed on the pages of my latest novel, drinking coffee with my aesthetic cup. Each sentence carried a piece of me, and I found myself lost in the passion and mystery of my characters. But as much as I loved my work, I knew I needed a break—to clear my head and breathe for a moment. I yawned, stretching my arms before lazily glancing at my buzzing phone. I didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was; of course, Gaia was the only one knowing my number. She was relentless, and tonight, I wouldn’t ignore her. The peace and quiet of my apartment would soon be replaced by flashing lights and the electric pulse of the city’s nightlife. Our nights out had become a sacred escape. For me, it wasn’t just about taking a break from writing; the chaos of the city was a distraction from the weight of my father’s enemies. Being entangled in the mafia underground had left my family scarred and constantly looking over our shoulders. My fath

Astrella's point of view The dim glow of city lights blurred past me, streaking like the chaotic thoughts racing through my mind. Each flicker outside the limo’s tinted windows felt like an echo of the shadows clawing at my chest. I was back in the clutches of Dax Donomie Martinelli. A man who now felt more like a ghost than the boy I once knew. The suffocating silence between us gnawed at my nerves. He sat across from me, rigid, eyes fixed ahead like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t take it anymore. “You manipulated everything,” I mumbled, my voice slicing through the tension. “The auction, the debts, you pulled the strings to drag me back.” Dax didn’t budge. He didn’t even look at me. “Not everything,” he murmured. His tone was calm, indifferent. “You were always within reach. I didn’t need to manipulate; I just needed to wait.” Rage flared in my chest. My fingers curled into fists as I lunged for the door handle, yanking it. The lock clicked securely, trapping me in place. M

Astrella's point of view I'm in a room now. I don't know if someone already used this room but I don't care. It's dark, but I like it still. Honestly, it feels like heaven, well, my version of it. The kind where you can hide from everything and everyone. No loud noises, no Dax looming over me with his dramatic speeches about "justice." But seriously, how do people live like this? What’s next? Will I get a manual on how to endure this endless circus? Or, better yet, do they have an escape route hidden in the walls, like in those fancy spy movies? A loud noise suddenly shatters my thoughts. "What in the actual hell are they doing?" It sounds like, I don’t know, a broken chair? Is someone getting beat up? Is there a boombayah happening in the background? What kind of messed-up shenanigan is this? I freeze, my heart doing a shitty sprint in my chest. "Okay, Astrella, breathe. It's just a really bad game of musical chairs, right? Yeah, totally normal. Totally. Oh my god, who's

Astrella's point of view Ciejill and I remained motionless and found it difficult to breathe as we gradually became aware of their closeness. We held our breath, waiting for them to take action. "So, what are you two talking about?" Keyu's harsh voice abruptly broke the uncomfortable silence. He stepped into view, smirking. “I could’ve sworn I heard the word ‘escape.’ Really hurts my ears to hear that.” His tone was mocking, but his glare felt like a warning. I shot him a cold look. “"You look like an asshole, Mushrooms," I muttered under my breath, annoyed at how effortlessly he ruined my already sour mood. Behind him, Dax had been leaning in a relaxed manner against the doorway, his arms folded, his posture looking unassuming but emanating an air of command. He did not utter a single word; instead, he simply observed us with that infuriatingly arrogant frown, as if he already knew every single idea that was going through my head. Bastard. “Dinner’s ready,” Keyu announced, cla

Astrella's point of view As soon as the event was over, we were finally making our way back to our home. In all honesty, I couldn't be more relieved about this. The longer I stayed, the more challenging my patience would have been, especially with my ex. I would rather deal with Dax, the so-called 'Great.' Sure, he's a jerk, but in some ways, he's the less harmful option. As we were leaving the building, Ciejill argued that she needed a restroom break. There is no question in my mind that she would throw a fit if we did not stop. Keyu, who is known for being a worried senior citizen brother, instead of accompanying us himself, chose to entrust the responsibility to a bodyguard. Really? If he’s so worried, he could’ve at least walked us to the door. "Tsk." My poor eyeballs had already been given a workout by all of the eye-rolling that had occurred earlier at the event, so I fought the impulse to roll my eyes. “Ciejill, are you sure, you okay in there? Are you peeing or setting up