ログインEstella’s pov The heavy oak door groaned, a sound muffled by the thick, velvet curtains that shrouded the room in perpetual night.I was jolted from the floor I’d slumped in minutes ago after trying to plead with Jaya few minutes ago ,but all to no avail , my wrists aching from hours of being bound—-courtesy to my erratic response when Ralph had mentioned spending the night with me.As the master of the house entered, bringing the scent of expensive cologne and cold rain. This was the moment I had dreaded, moving from the holding room to the center of his power—the opulent master bedroom. He moved with a quiet, menacing authority, his presence dominating the space. "It’s time," he said, his voice a low, smooth contrast to the terror screaming in my chest. I was forced to walk ahead of him,the plush, white carpet silencing my steps, feeling entirely too soft against my battered feet. The room was massive, designed for luxury that now felt like a gilded cage. A massive king-sized bed,
Arman’s pov “Arman.Can we talk ?” I averted my gaze from my phone screen to see it was Alda. I had been waiting endlessly to get a feedback from Simon —the bust we had planned on the Genovese went smooth.We lost two men but then attacking them out of the blues had put them on the losing side. “Hey”I muttered ,setting my phone aside. “I..I’ve been wanting to have this conversation with you..anybody..Gosh..I can’t hold it anymore” “Hey relax.Come here..what’s wrong?” “Please don’t get mad at me ..” “Go on” “I might’ve caused all of this..the bust..Estella being kidnapped “ “I don’t follow” “Ok.It all started the night I went out for a party with my friends…no not friends!..more like acquaintances,we study the same course.Well I hooked up with a guy back then,I needed the fun and he was so cute and all.Then he started asking a lot of questions…” “Hold on.What sorta questions?” “I was drunk!”she cried,expression naked with regret”I can’t remember all of it..but t
Estella’s pov The heavy steel door clicked shut for the last time, replaced by the soft, almost silent closing of a mahogany door on the third floor.The move was a strange mercy—a shift from the damp basement to the opulence of the main mafia mansion—but it was still captivity. I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed,my mind working furiously.I knew this was a tactical move, likely ordered by the boss ,Ralph,to keep his asset "fresh" or perhaps to psychologically break me down with kindness rather than cruelty. A few minutes later, the door creaked, and Jaya entered carrying a heavy silver tray. "Breakfast, Estella,”Jaya whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I thought I would be having my meals with Ralph “ She looked at me,expression naked with surprise. “Well he’s not in a good mood today and I know he wouldn’t want to do so”she retorted . I watched her closely ,breakfast served,I began to devour some of it .I was famished ,courtesy of me not wanting to have a prop
Arman’s pov I poured another finger of the liquor ,then set the glass on the table ,on top of a folder stamped photos.That folder was not alone ,other folders,papers and files covered every available inch on the table .The photos and files ,the documents they contained ,represented the quest to find Ralph and anyone linked to the Genovese.They represented everything that Miranda could pull on the Genovese. I passed a hand over my eyes,my head heavy from too much booze and too little sleep. “Arman” I heard someone call behind me. It was papa. He’d stepped out earlier to check on the warehouse with Simon —It was going to be easier doing that from the penthouse . He moved to the bar ,his tailored suit shifting seamlessly as he sat beside me. “Good day,papa” He gestured to the drink in front of me and I offered a finger of liquor to him. “I heard.Simon says you’ve been hell bent on this investigation.” “Everything keeps going to a dead end.” Papa finally turned fully
Arman’s pov The city light shimmered far below,a silent chaos sea,but up here ,in the secluded oasis ,there was only the soft hum of high end conditioning and the scent of white lilies. “This is magnificent,son”Papa Said taking in the view of my penthouse. “Thank you father” “Really.I always said I was going to get myself one but never saw the need until now“Simon concurred . The penthouse was a fortress, bought by me not for its luxury, but for its discretion. It was a sterile, high-tech sanctuary hidden in the sky, far from the bloodied streets . “Come on in”I offered walking ahead of them. The elevator doors slid open with a hushed whoosh, revealing a minimalist hallway that opened into a sprawling, sun-drenched penthouse. The living room was not merely decorated; it was curated with meticulous love. The walls were adorned with curated art prints photographs,just the way I wanted it. Papa’s tense jaw softened only slightly when he heard his daughter, Alda, laughing—a
Arman’s pov As I walked in,the industrial roar of the warehouse,forklifts,shouting and heavy machinery dropped into a sudden heavy silence. I took in my surrounding ,the men had stopped mid motion ,every head turned towards the entrance but their eyes dropped to show deference rather than challenge.I gestured at their brief,respectful nod,a silent acknowledgement of my rank which was everything in our world. I crossed the warehouse floor, the familiar scent of cardboard and diesel fading as I stepped into the glass-walled office a mobster had already opened for me.The air conditioning was humming too loud, a desperate fight against the warehouse heat. Salvador,my underboss and Simon’s twin brother, didn’t look up immediately. He was studying a ledger, his knuckles white as he gripped a pen. The tension in the small room was thick, suffocating—a stark contrast to the bustle outside. When I finally cleared my throat, he didn't just look up; he froze,his eyes narrowing instantly.
Estella’s pov The flight was a serene one and as soon as we alighted ,I received a text from Simon saying he wanted to check up on me. I decided to give him a call and let him know about my vacation with Arman as my companion.He was going to find out one way or the other.I waited at the termina
Estella’s povPresent:I contacted uncle George about the new improvements and he was glad that we would get to meet earlier than we had planned.He made me promise to contact him once I started my venture so he could pick me up at the airport.I left out the part of coming with Arman,I thought it w
Estella’s pov “How is it going?The plan,I mean”Ma Esmeralda asked as I served her some tea. I moved away and turned to her. “Everything seems to be in place.I also think Simon won’t be a problem.He just wants to be there for me,be a good friend” “You know Estella.I’ve never seen my children
Estella’s povI blew raspberries as I threw my suitcase on top of the huge bed in front of me.I looked around to have a better look of my new room.The rooms at the guest wing were so much bigger and had large windows,a big plasma tv and a telecom,couldn’t compare to the rooms at the sleeping quart







