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Chapter 10 : Adrian Valente

Penulis: Crimsontaless
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-02 21:43:51

Grace

The library lights buzzed overhead. The harsh and yellow lights made my eyes sting. I rubbed them hard, then rubbed again, trying to focus on my half-finished project slides glowing on my laptop screen.

Tomorrow was the deadline. The last submission before finals and I was nowhere near done. My friends had left two hours ago, after begging me to come with them.

“Grace, come on, it’s already dark,” Stella had whined, tugging my sleeve.

“I’ll be fine,” I’d told her. “It’s just a twenty-mi
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  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 27 | Sold

    GraceI stood frozen in the living room, the luxurious nightmare closing in around me. Adrian’s words echoed in my head like a death sentence.“Your uncle sold you to me, bunny,” he said calmly, almost conversationally, as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Money for his gambling debts and what he stole from me. He took a nice fat sum to disappear again and handed you over on a silver platter weeks ago. Signed the papers and everything.”My world tilted. I looked at Adrian, shocked beyond word and then at my uncle still kneeling on the marble floor, face bloody and swollen. “No… that can’t be true.”My Uncle sobbed, crawling forward on his knees. “Grace, please! Forgive me! I had no choice- they were going to kill me! He offered protection, money… I thought you’d be safe with him. Better than the streets!”“You sold me?” My voice cracked. Tears spilled hot and fast down my cheeks. The black diamond ring on my finger suddenly felt like a brand, heavy and permanent. “I’m really his

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 26 | There Is No Escape

    GraceMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I dialed Stella’s number, pressing the phone tight to my ear while messily shoving clothes into my old suitcase. The moment she picked up, her voice cracked with panic. “Grace? Oh my God, Grace! Are you okay? Where the hell are you? We’ve been losing our minds since that psycho dragged you out of the hospital!”“I’m… I’m at home right now,” I whispered, voice trembling. Tears burned my eyes as I zipped the bag halfway. “But I’m not staying. I’m leaving this city tonight. I can’t do this anymore, Stella. Adrian- he’s everywhere. He’s insane. He put a ring on my finger and called me his wife. He threatened to… God, I can’t even say it.”Kristy’s voice cut in on the speaker. “Grace, breathe. What do you mean you’re leaving? Where will you go?”“Anywhere,” I said desperately, throwing my passport and some cash into the front pocket. “I don’t care. Another city, another country if I have to. Just away from him. He had dogs- actual guard dogs- growl

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 25 | Dinner With The Devil

    GraceI sat at the long, dining table with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying not to shake. The heat was still lingering on my skin from earlier, Adrian’s hands on my ass, his filthy promises, the terrifying dogs. Every time I shifted, I remembered how easily he had lifted me, how safely and possessively he had carried me back inside while I clung to him like a lifeline. My cheeks burned with shame.Adrian pulled out the heavy chair at the head of the table with effortless power and sat down, then patted the seat right beside him. I hesitated only a second before sliding into it. Being close to him felt safer than being across from him. His presence dominated the entire room.He turned his head and looked at me. A light smile curved his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was the smile of a predator pretending to be tame- scary, calculated, and full of dark promises. “Bunny, relax,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. “Nothing’s going to happen to you when I’m here.

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 24 | Psychotic Dog

    GraceThe moment Adrian turned his attention to whoever was on the line, I scrambled off the bed, heart pounding so hard it hurt. My hands shook as I snatched up my discarded clothes and yanked them on as fast as humanly possible. The fabric felt rough against my still-sensitive skin, my nipples still swollen and aching from his mouth and my core shamefully wet and throbbing.I barely had the sweater on when I heard the soft beep of him ending the call.“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” The sound was low, mocking, and far too calm. “I wasn’t done with you yet, bunny.”I spun around, glaring at him with every ounce of fury and fear churning inside me. “You think this is a game? You drag me here, force a ring on my finger, touch me like you own me, and expect me to just… spread my legs and thank you?”Adrian’s eyes darkened, that dangerous mix of jealousy and raw obsession flaring hot. He stalked closer, still half-undressed, shirt open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the ink that marked hi

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 23 | Owned

    Grace“Strip,” Adrian said calmly, his voice a low command that vibrated straight through my bones. I froze on my knees in the center of that massive bed, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. He tossed the cufflinks onto a side table. They clinked like bullets hitting marble.“You have ten seconds to take off every stitch you’re wearing,” he continued, voice dropping into something dark and velvet and lethal. “Or I do it for you. And I won’t be gentle.”My mouth opened- to scream, to curse, to beg…..but nothing came out. He stepped forward, rolling his sleeves up to the elbows with deliberate slowness, revealing powerful forearms corded with muscle and covered in intricate ink- saints, skulls, Latin phrases that looked like both blessings and curses. His eyes never left mine, stormy with jealousy, rage, and a hunger so deep it terrified me. “Ten,” he began counting, unbuttoning the top of his black shirt. I clutched the hem of my sweater, fingers trembling.“Nine

  • Bound To The Mafia King    Chapter 22 | Strip

    Grace“What the hell is wrong with you?”He didn’t look at me at first, one hand gripping the wheel tightly, knuckles white with tattooed skin stretched taut. “What’s wrong with me?” he repeated, voice dangerously soft. “You. You’re what’s wrong with me, Grace. You walked into my world and ruined me. Now I can’t think straight unless I know exactly where you are. Who you’re talking to. Who the fuck is looking at you.”The car sped up, leaving the city behind. His next words were pure dark obsession. “You’re in my head every second. Your scent, your voice, the way your body fit against mine when I kissed you. I beat that bastard Ryan half to death for daring to get close, and still you ran to his bedside. Do you have any idea what that does to me? I want to chain you to my side so no other man ever gets the privilege of your smile again.”I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the way his possessive words made my pulse throb. “This isn’t love, Adrian. This is insanity. You don’t own me.”

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