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Claimed by My Mafia King Chapter 40 Distress
Evelyn's POVWhen my makeup was done, I stood in front of the full-length mirror.The burgundy dress followed every line of my body. The fabric had a subtle, luxurious sheen under the light. The neckline was cut with precision.The silver-white heels elongated my frame. The delicate chain at the ankle caught the light in soft flashes.The woman in the mirror was a different person from half an hour ago.Knowing tonight's debacle had been Sofia's jealousy — not Brode's cruelty — loosened something in my chest.Or maybe it was seeing Brode's reaction. That strange, irrational sense of safety again.I pushed open the dressing room door and walked down the carpeted hallway toward the staircase.The spiral stairs were laid with deep gray carpet, the brass railing polished to a gleam. One hand on the rail, the other lifting my hem, I descended carefully.My heels clicked against the wooden steps — crisp, rhythmic.The jazz was still playing. Saxophone, lazy and intimate.Conversation, clinki
Claimed by My Mafia King Chapter 39 Treatment
Evelyn's POV"Oh my, who do we have here?"The voice came from the far end of the room — dripping with theatrical sweetness and undisguised delight.I followed the sound. Sofia was walking toward me through the parting crowd.She wore a deep-blue velvet gown tonight. The neckline was cut to perfection — neither too modest nor too revealing.Her hair was pinned up, showing a long, elegant neck and a pair of teardrop emerald earrings.Her makeup was flawless. The lipstick was a deep wine-red. When she smiled, the outer corners of her eyes lifted.Sofia held a glass of champagne in her slender hand and walked toward me, slow and deliberate."Ms. Evelyn." She stopped in front of me, her gaze starting at my bunny ears and sliding down with open contempt. She scoffed. "Your look tonight is... certainly memorable."Stifled laughter rippled around us."For a reception welcoming Brode's aunt," Sofia tilted her head, her voice drawn out, lazy and cutting, "dressing like this — I have to say, I d
Claimed by My Mafia King Chapter 38 Fluke
Evelyn's POVWhen the sunlight squeezed through the gap in the curtains, I opened my eyes.My brain felt like it was running on rusted gears.I didn't know when Brode had left the apartment. All I remembered was working on the proposal, getting to page four before my eyes gave out. After that — nothing.I got out of bed. My slippers were lined up neatly beside it.I never lined my slippers up like that. Only Brode did.At the clifftop estate, he'd always organized my things with that same quiet precision.I shoved the memory aside and headed for the bathroom.Three splashes of cold water to the face and I was semi-functional.The soreness below was still there. Going to the office wasn't happening. I was about to message Brode for leave when my phone buzzed.A message from Brode.I opened it: "Party tonight. You're attending. Seven o'clock. Car will be downstairs."No discussion. No question. Classic Brode.I stared at the screen and started typing a refusal: "What party? I don't feel
Claimed by My Mafia King Chapter 37 Impulse
Brode's POVEvelyn had fallen asleep in the back seat.I didn't call the driver.Moments like this had been gone for a long time.The city lights streamed past the windows, garish and hollow. None of it felt the way it used to.She used to sit shotgun, ice cream cone in hand, heels kicked off, legs thrown shamelessly across my lap. She'd tell me that when I made it big, she wanted me to buy her lots of ice cream.I'd laughed and told her most women demanded luxury bags and real estate. How was she settling for ice cream?She'd grinned. "Because right now, ice cream is the best thing in the world. Especially when you're the one buying it."After the breakup, I'd convinced myself a thousand times over that she was nothing but a mercenary. I hated myself for not seeing through her.But then I'd think about all those small moments, and it didn't add up.She was pure. If she weren't, she would have come crawling back the moment I had power — like every other woman who threw herself at me wi
Claimed by My Mafia King Chapter 36 Lying
Evelyn's POVHe and I sat in the bathtub, his arms wrapped around my waist. His fingers worked to clean off the leftover lube and fluids, while his massive cock pressed against my lower back.But his mind wasn't there. He'd just finished a phone call. The casino's top management apparently knew him — the layer above Claire was someone higher, and it wasn't a boss-subordinate relationship. It was an equal partnership.Brode seemed lost in thought. I didn't dare interrupt. This hard-won reprieve was too fragile. I didn't want it to vanish."Does it still hurt?"The sudden question made me flinch.We were pressed close together. I could feel his breath on my neck, the faint warmth of it making my skin tingle."I..." I dropped my head in shame. "Still a little."I couldn't meet his eyes. Then his lips touched my shoulder — a soft, brief kiss. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'll have Legal put in a week's leave for you."My breathing stopped. I almost thought I was hearing things. I cou
Claimed by My Mafia King Chapter 35 Helter Skelter
Evelyn's POVThe room reeked of cigar smoke. Brode watched me writhe on the bed through the hazy fog, his face emotionless like a cold-blooded demon.The stuff he'd ordered over the phone was right by his side—a fancy little box. From my angle, I couldn't see inside, but it felt utterly terrifying.I believed now that Don Brode could do anything.But I couldn't even hold a thought for a full minute—the dildo jammed in my lower body vibrated intensely, practically shattering my hips.By now, it had lost all meaning as a toy; it was like a torture device, shoved into me by Brode's own hands.The initial tingly emptiness had faded, replaced by the agony of being violated by that huge thing.It made me shake all over, tears streaming nonstop."I'm sorry... Brode... mmph... you... ahh... take, take it out... it hurts... wahhh...""I know... I was wrong, Brode... ahhhh mm! Mmph... I wasn't teasing anyone... I really... ahh... I really wasn't...""Let me go... mmph... I'm sorry... I... ahh...
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