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Ch. 65: Auction again
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2025-05-01 23:55:40
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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 66: Chase
Dax Donomie’s Point of View"What the hell? So you really had a twist in you, ha?" Yael whistled low, a smug smirk curling on his lips as he leaned back against the table.I didn’t answer. Just kept staring at the screen where the SUV, the decoy, was nearing the airport.Yael nudged Keyu. “He planned all that just to get her out without a scratch. Man's officially whipped.”Keyu burst out laughing. “Bro, you’re not even trying to hide it anymore. You seriously pulled an Italian Job, fake escape edition, just to keep her safe?”“Well, at least he's creative,” Norio chimed in, arms crossed but eyes twinkling with amusement. “We should support him. I mean, he's drowning deep, might as well throw him a lifeboat, yeah?”“Drowning?” Yael scoffed. “He jumped into the ocean with a blindfold and called it love.”They all cracked up, and I rolled my eyes, but a faint smile tugged at the edge of my mouth. Bastards. Loyal ones.
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Astrella's point of view “Hello, Astrella. We need to talk.” My eyes squinted as the two figures stepped fully into the light. It was Yael and Norio. What the actual hell? After I had woken up under the influence of drugs and was only partially convinced that I was going to be sold off in some shady black market, I did not anticipate seeing these particular individuals. Despite the fact that my heart was still pounding in my chest, it was now mingling with a mixture of confusion and the perfect amount of rage. To add insult to injury, Ciejill was evidently hiding in the corner. The insane witch who had the audacity to inject me as if we were playing nurse-patient in a deranged asylum when she did it. She waved at me with a smile, as if we were friends getting together for brunch rather than her kidnapping me. “Oh, look, Sleeping Beauty’s up,” she chirped. “How’s the nap, love?” She asked once more, as if she had not asked the question earlier. “You. Traitor. Drugged. Me!” I sp
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Dax Donomie's Point of View The golden heat and wasted sunlight that characterized Bahrain was a blur. When the jet finally touched down, it was barely audible, but the tension that was building up inside was anything but quiet. Astrella hadn’t let go of my hand for most of the descent, even if she pretended it was just for balance. Right. And I was just a regular businessman who was flying with five people who were completely insane. We were given three hours to refuel, stretch, and pretend that we were not flying into a country where our adversaries might be waiting with bullets and betrayal while we were in the air. The first person to vanish was Keyu, who was currently communicating with a foreign contact. Norio followed, and he pulled Yael around to make him appear less suspicious. This meant that he had to get some drinks and check out anyone who breathed in too close. Ciejill... was taking selfies with a falcon she’d
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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
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Astrella's point of view My heart was about to leap in my chest as the auctioneer’s voice echoed through the vast, dimly lit hall. The room was packed with wealthy bidders and dangerous criminals, each of them eager to claim tonight’s prize. Me, of course. Who else? The weight of my father’s sins had finally come crashing down on me. His debt to the underworld was being repaid in the only currency they accepted—flesh and blood. My flesh. My blood. I had braced myself for this, prepared for the ruthless men who would see me as nothing more than a possession. But what I hadn’t expected, what I could never have prepared for, was the deep, familiar voice that sliced through the tense air as the bidding reached its peak. "One hundred million." The world around me blurred. My breath hitched. That voice. No matter how pleasant or horrible my dreams were, they always found me. But this wasn’t a dream. The entire hall fell silent. Every head turned toward the man who had just spo
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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
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Astrella's point of view The hallway seemed to stretch on forever. At the top of the stairs, Dax stopped and turned to face me. “Welcome to my home,” He held my gaze, unblinking, daring me to be the first to look away. It was a line he had clearly said countless times before, but the way it rolled off his tongue made it sound more like a threat than a greeting. I didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say. “Feel free at home,” he mumbled. His eyes softened, though it did nothing to ease the tension between us. “He’s been longing to see you.” I remained motionless, my feet firmly planted. “Is it San Pedro? No thanks, Dax.” My voice, sharp as broken glass, cut through the silence. Dax sighed as if my resistance was nothing more than an annoying inconvenience. “You think you have a choice?” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “You don’t, Astrella. This is my world now. You’re just a guest in it. If you want to leave, you’ll have to earn that right. And I’ll
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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
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-01
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Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 68: Philippines
Dax Donomie's Point of View The golden heat and wasted sunlight that characterized Bahrain was a blur. When the jet finally touched down, it was barely audible, but the tension that was building up inside was anything but quiet. Astrella hadn’t let go of my hand for most of the descent, even if she pretended it was just for balance. Right. And I was just a regular businessman who was flying with five people who were completely insane. We were given three hours to refuel, stretch, and pretend that we were not flying into a country where our adversaries might be waiting with bullets and betrayal while we were in the air. The first person to vanish was Keyu, who was currently communicating with a foreign contact. Norio followed, and he pulled Yael around to make him appear less suspicious. This meant that he had to get some drinks and check out anyone who breathed in too close. Ciejill... was taking selfies with a falcon she’d
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 67: Turbulence
Astrella's point of view “Hello, Astrella. We need to talk.” My eyes squinted as the two figures stepped fully into the light. It was Yael and Norio. What the actual hell? After I had woken up under the influence of drugs and was only partially convinced that I was going to be sold off in some shady black market, I did not anticipate seeing these particular individuals. Despite the fact that my heart was still pounding in my chest, it was now mingling with a mixture of confusion and the perfect amount of rage. To add insult to injury, Ciejill was evidently hiding in the corner. The insane witch who had the audacity to inject me as if we were playing nurse-patient in a deranged asylum when she did it. She waved at me with a smile, as if we were friends getting together for brunch rather than her kidnapping me. “Oh, look, Sleeping Beauty’s up,” she chirped. “How’s the nap, love?” She asked once more, as if she had not asked the question earlier. “You. Traitor. Drugged. Me!” I sp
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 66: Chase
Dax Donomie’s Point of View"What the hell? So you really had a twist in you, ha?" Yael whistled low, a smug smirk curling on his lips as he leaned back against the table.I didn’t answer. Just kept staring at the screen where the SUV, the decoy, was nearing the airport.Yael nudged Keyu. “He planned all that just to get her out without a scratch. Man's officially whipped.”Keyu burst out laughing. “Bro, you’re not even trying to hide it anymore. You seriously pulled an Italian Job, fake escape edition, just to keep her safe?”“Well, at least he's creative,” Norio chimed in, arms crossed but eyes twinkling with amusement. “We should support him. I mean, he's drowning deep, might as well throw him a lifeboat, yeah?”“Drowning?” Yael scoffed. “He jumped into the ocean with a blindfold and called it love.”They all cracked up, and I rolled my eyes, but a faint smile tugged at the edge of my mouth. Bastards. Loyal ones.
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 65: Auction again
Astrella’s Point of ViewDamn. Dax Donomie is officially the stupidest man I’ve ever met, and trust me, I’ve known a lot of stupid men. I was ready. Ready to stay, ready to fight, ready to risk everything for him. And then this. He does it again. Just like five years ago. He lets me go.What is this, a sequel to my heartbreak?I slammed the car door shut so hard the driver probably flinched. Good. He should feel my wrath too. And there it was, like a final slap in the face, a plane ticket laid out neatly on the backseat, like I was being gifted a vacation instead of being kicked out of someone’s life."'You have no reason to stay here with me'," I mocked bitterly under my breath. "'A tool'? Really, Dax? A fvcking tool? I ought to break that smug jaw of yours with the same wrench you're trying to throw at my heart."The car rolled forward, and I glared at the city through the window like it owed me an explanation. My fists clench
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 64: War room
Dax Donomie's point of view Astrella sits across from me, her gaze steady and unyielding, as if she knows I’m about to deliver some unspeakable truth. I can see the tension in her body; the way her shoulders tighten betrays her expectation of danger, of reckless decisions I’m about to unfold. I take a deep breath, the air filling my lungs and weighing me down. My hands ball into fists at my sides. The thoughts swirling in my mind are chaotic, but one sentiment stands out like a lighthouse in a storm: I can’t let her be used as a pawn in this twisted game. Even if it means she might resent me for it. So, I do what I know best—I push her away. "You can go," I say, my voice flat and emotionless, as if it belongs to someone else entirely. "You’re free." This really feels like Deja Vu. This happened five years ago too. Damn. Am I going to repeat my mistakes again? Her eyes widen in disbelief. "What?" I back away, shoving my hands deep into my pockets, forcing myself to maint
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 63: Bait
Dax Donomie's point of view After wrapping up the meeting with Norio and Yael, everything was settled, smooth, clean, and just the way I wanted it. Keyu had his own mess to deal with, negotiating a truce with his so-called rival, the one breathing down his neck for the number two spot in the mafia. They had their conditions, but that wasn’t my story to tell. What mattered was that with that settled, we could finally focus on taking down Jasper and Astrella’s father. This was years in the making. Five years ago, I should have died. By all logic, I was supposed to be rotting in the dirt, another casualty in Jasper’s bloodstained path. And honestly? For a moment back then, I thought I was. When I saw the figure looming over me after that war, I was convinced it was one of Jasper’s minions, here to finish the job. My body was wrecked, my vision hazy, and I was choking on my own blood. But the hit never came. Instead, it was Keyu. Turned out, he had his own reasons to be watchin
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 62: Nutella
Astrella's point of view It's the third day of my menstrual cramps, and it hurts like hell. I’d done everything, rolling around on my bed like a dying fish, stretching, deep breathing, even sacrificing my dignity to attempt those weird yoga poses I saw online. Sometimes, the pain would ease up, but then it would return with a vengeance like it had unfinished business with my uterus. My distress was interrupted when there was a knock at the door. I was curled up in bed, gripping my heating pad as if it were the only thing that was keeping me alive. I groaned. Too much effort to get up. "Who’s there?" I yelled. "It’s me, Ciejill! Can I come in? You’ve been locked up in your room for almost a day!" she yelled back. I sighed dramatically and forced myself up, dragging my feet to the door like a zombie. The moment I opened it, I was greeted by Ciejill’s overly enthusiastic grin.
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 61: Cramps
Astrella's point of view I bit the inside of my cheek as the bodyguard bolted out the door, probably off to break someone’s face on Dax’s orders. "Dax," I snapped, trying to get his attention, but he was too busy clenching his fists like he was seconds away from turning this place into a crime scene. He didn’t even glance at me. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. That got his attention. He turned, glaring at me like I’d just personally offended his entire bloodline. Yeah, yeah. I was used to this. His temper, his brooding, his 'I’ll kill anyone who looks at you wrong' energy. "I think I need to change," I said, lowering my voice a bit. "And I need tampons too." That got him. His nostrils flared just a little, but to his credit, he didn’t even make a face. Just pulled out his phone and
Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed Ch. 60: Red door
Astrella's point of view "Come on," the man snapped, yanking at my wrist, but I dug my heels in and refused to move. Then his hand dipped into his thin pocket. My stomach flipped as I caught a glimpse of something small and white between his fingers. What the fvcking a pill? Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew this club was too good to be true. The luxury, the exclusivity all a façade. The real business was happening behind these doors. And I had walked straight into it. Panic surged through me. I had no choice. With zero hesitation, I sank my teeth into his hand. "Son of a—!" he cursed, his grip loosening just enough. I wrenched my arm free and took off, my heartbeat becoming increasingly loud in my ears. Then something like a fist slammed into my abdomen. Ughhh, fvcking hell. I sucked in a sharp breath as pain exploded through me, my legs nearly buckling. Not now. Not now, please. W
