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Chapter 17: A Truce With The Enemy
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[Juliette’s POV]“I wanted to play a trick on Margaret,” I lied under my breath. His eyes grew in bewilderment. Hastily, I jumped into explaining. “I know it’s childish of me—.” “Goddamn right it is!” “Well, she started it!” And I told him everything that has happened to me in the past three days, the pranks and the meals I’ve missed because of them. As I talked, Ralph calmly sipped on his wine and listened wholeheartedly. “...so I hid myself in the one place she wouldn’t think I’d be, hoping to send her into a frenzy. I swear I was about to leave when I heard you and Ben coming in.” He snorted a chuckle. “So you hid in the store.” “That was a store?” I jokingly pretended to be surprised. “No wonder it smelled weird.” His right brows raised in pique. “There are no dead bodies in there, if that's what you're insinuating.” I hastily clarified, "I wasn't insinuating that." We gazed at each other with the same curiosity and compassion, and then arrived at an even understanding.
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 19: The Mafia King's Traitor
*WARNING: This chapter contains explicit mention and disturbing descriptions of violence.*[Juliette’s POV]I arrived at Ralph’s side and finally saw Mandy Virtus—and he reminded me of Papa’s pompous ass business partners; those who brag and bray but never sign a damn deal because they’re too scared to commit. Standing in the middle of the lobby like the conductor of an orchestra of men in black suits and shades, with both hands grabbing each side of his hips like a runway model, Mandy bore an uncanny resemblance to Sandy Virtus. Except for his Beethoven white hair, Mandy is what would become of Sandy should he finally switch to a diet of human food and sunbathing. I bit my lower lip to contain a giggle. Goddamn it, Juliette! Not now!“Good morning, Mandy,” Ralph’s deep voice thickened the airwaves. Instantly, all sound and movement halted, even the slightest twitch of a muscle. I swallowed my giggle, while Mandy looked as though he had just witnessed his own death. And then he
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 20: The Mafia King's Kill
*WARNING: This chapter contains explicit mention and disturbing descriptions of violence.*[Juliette’s POV]That grin on Ralph’s face says he had indeed murdered those people in cold blood. But, I refused to believe it. Something just didn’t add up. I turned back to Mandy, and he was back to being the Devil’s minion—small, insignificant, and very much defeated. As the Mafia King moved towards his direction, I could tell that he already regretted taking the stage. But Ralph was focused on Big Nose. “What choice do I have, Nostriano?” his deep voice rumbled calmly. So the nickname ‘Big Nose’ wasn’t because of an abnormally large nose but the combination of a large stature and an mafia-inefficient four-syllable name. Then, his face fell grim. “You made a promise to me, and you broke it. And I’ve told you, every action requires a payment.” “But that’s my family!” squalled Big Nose, using every bit of his remaining strength to break free from the men holding onto him. If he wasn’t
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 21: The Lux's Gift
*WARNING: This chapter contains mention of violence and drugs.* [Sandy’s POV] “You dumbass piece of shit!!!!” I roared at that chicken face of my stupid younger brother, standing at the entrance of my living room. In a fit of anger—and possibly the effects of cocaine—I flung the thing in my hand at him. A crystal glassware lasered past his shut eyes, hit the door, and smashed into a million bullets of glass shards that struck him repeatedly like a machine gun. “Steeerike Three!!” I cackled hard, bowing over to release the giggles. “... AAH!!” Cries and grunts of pain pierced my ears. “Umph! Argh!... My finger!” “Shut up, Mandy!” I straightened my back and glared at the man on the carpet floor, crouching and trembling like a baby. Two men appeared to help him up but I held up a palm to stop them. “Let the baby feel the pain!” I stomped over and placed the tip of my shoes on his cheek and pressed it down, steadily and firmly. “Feel it, Mandy. Feel it, so you’ll never forget th
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 22: A Pact Between the Heiress & the Mafia King
[Juliette’s POV] Ralph glanced at me and then back at the road ahead. “That’s not the look I expected,” he said as the sports car zoomed through the beautiful scenery of the sky-scraping mountains resting amidst the calm forest, covered by the strong blaze of the late morning. But nature couldn’t stop the vexation in my chest from turning into a hulk of frustration. I felt the scowl on my face, and I didn’t give a shit about it. I could sense Ralph taking quick glances at me in the next two minutes of silence until he finally asked again, “Aren’t you glad that I’m taking you home?” “Didn’t someone say that I’m a Virtus now, and the place that I just left is my home?” I retorted grouchily. His jaw clenched, and he fell back into silence for another three minutes. We exited the landscape of natural serenity and entered an expressway that cuts through a vast flatland of yellow parched grass, swaying unanimously and acquiescently. And all of a sudden, the sports car swerved
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 23: The Mafia King's Second Admission
[Juliette’s POV] Ralph remained silent. “Ralph!” I cried out in frustration and cursed in my head, what’s with the hesitation, damn it! “It’s confidential, Juliette!” He was gripping the wheel as tight as the veins on his arms were showing. “I don’t believe this.” I slumped into my seat with crossed arms and the look of grouch. Then, an idea came to me and I jolted upright. “Tell me the parts that aren’t confidential. How about that?” He glanced at me like I was both brilliant and crazy, then snorted in disbelief with a smile. “Alright, Juliette. You win this time.” It felt like I won because he let me. But I’ll take it. “So what is it?” I asked eagerly. He pondered for a quiet moment until his eyes lit up in recollection. “You may not like this… but it was actually your father who came to me with the contract.” I opened my mouth to refute it but then closed it again. What proof do I have to argue that Papa didn’t? Having a business connection with that dubious Micke
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 24: The Mafia King's Next Move
[Juliette’s POV] “Because it’s a McLaren,” he explained softly. “And she’ll be upset if we soiled her leather seats.” She? I blinked a few more times. He feminised his car? Frustration shooting up fast in my chest. I frowned. "You mean you'll get upset if we dirty the seats." "It's all the same," he said with a boyish grin. I groaned inwardly. What’s up with guys and cars! “I can’t believe you chose this car over me.” He flinched, looking slighted. “It’s not just any car, Juliette.” “Oh, so we’re back to ‘Juliette’, huh?” I groaned in annoyance and lifted myself off him to crawl back to my seat, when his hands landed on the side of my thighs to stop me. I glared at him like a disgruntled wife. “Oh, you changed your mind now? I’ve already lost the mood, RALPH.” Chuckling, he caressed my cheeks tenderly and said, “Let’s take a stroll.” Irritation pulled my features into a deadpan look. “Along the dusty highway? No, thank you.” “In the daisy field, kitten.” He presse
Stolen by the Mafia King Chapter 25: The Heiress's Jealousy
[Juliette’s POV]I felt confrontational, yet, somehow, I found myself spreading my lips into a smile before lifting it to him. "Very funny," I remarked sarcastically. His brows knitted in concern. "OK. Let's hear it. What's wrong with my idea?"Strangely, irritation seeped in. I chuckled to hide it. "Nothing's wrong with it, silly." His brows arched in the same astonishment that widened my gaze. Silly? I chastised myself. What are you gonna call him next—sweetheart?I blinked and was back to staring at the table top. Ralph lowered his voice slightly as he spoke. "Juliette, is there something you're not comfortable with? If there is, spit it out now."God, I groaned inwardly. Here goes. I looked up with a sweet smile and battered my lashes. "So how was that?"He was back to squinting at me. "I was practising." I glanced at my finger adjusting the fork slightly, then looked up again. "We're supposed to be 'very much in love', aren't we?"Those brown eyes studied me as he slowly r
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