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Fear Is Survival

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last update 게시일: 2026-05-09 21:46:53

I couldn't stop shaking for hours after the attack. Even after the mansion had returned to that fake, heavy calmness, my body just refused to settle. It wasn't just basic fear anymore, it was something deeper, something that felt permanent.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands. They looked normal enough. Steady, even. But I could still feel the echo of the gunshots and the way the air seemed to crack under the violence. I kept seeing Dante standing outside in the middle of it
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  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Trust Is a Risk

    The mansion didn't recover from the intrusion. It only... adjusted. Security tightened overnight. Guards rotated faster, their presence doubling in every hallway, every entrance, every shadow. Doors that once opened freely now required codes. Even the air felt different-heavier, watchful. But none of it fixed the real problem. Because the danger wasn't outside anymore. It was inside and everyone knew it. I stood by the window in the sitting room, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I stared down at the courtyard below. The guards moved in sharper formations now, their steps more deliberate, their eyes constantly scanning. No one relaxed. No one trusted. Not anymore. Dante hadn't said much after last night. He didn't need to. The look in his eyes had said everything-cold, calculating, already hunting. Someone had let that man in. And when Dante found out who...there wouldn't be a second chance. You shouldn't stand by windows like that. I didn't turn. My gaze stayed fixe

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me     The Night Intruder

    I couldn't even do anything or think of anything anymore Not after everything. Not after the truth. Not after realizing the two people who were supposed to protect me… had both made decisions that nearly destroyed me. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still but my mind running in circles. My father’s words. Dante’s voice. The way everything had shifted in just one night. Nothing felt stable anymore. Nothing felt safe. But Dante’s words from the training room echoed in my head: 'You don’t wait for danger to show itself. You feel it first.' I closed my eyes. Listened. The house was quiet and that was when I felt it. Not a sound. Not movement. Just… wrong. My eyes snapped open, my heart didn’t race this time. It slowed. It focused. I sat up slowly, my senses sharpening. The air felt heavier. Like something didn’t belong. Then there was a faint sound, not from outside. From inside the mansion. My pulse steadied. "Don’t panic Elena, don't panic." I muttered to myself.

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    The Weight of His Lies

    Elena's Pov My father was inside. Alive. Safe because of Dante. That truth alone should have brought relief. Instead… it made something inside my chest tighten. Because nothing about this felt simple anymore—nothing about him was simple. I exhaled slowly and pushed the door open. He was sitting on the bed, shoulders slumped, his hands clasped together like he was holding himself together by force. The bruises on his face had darkened, the cuts barely cleaned. He looked older than I remembered. Smaller. Broken. “Dad…” He flinched slightly at my voice before looking up. “Elena.” His voice was rough, like he hadn’t spoken in hours. Maybe he hadn’t. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. There was too much between us now. Too much we hadn’t said. Too much I was afraid to hear. “You’re okay?” I asked quietly. He nodded quickly. Too quickly. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. I just—” He swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry.” The words ag

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    Fear Is Survival

    I couldn't stop shaking for hours after the attack. Even after the mansion had returned to that fake, heavy calmness, my body just refused to settle. It wasn't just basic fear anymore, it was something deeper, something that felt permanent. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down at my hands. They looked normal enough. Steady, even. But I could still feel the echo of the gunshots and the way the air seemed to crack under the violence. I kept seeing Dante standing outside in the middle of it all untouchable, like he wasn't even entirely human. I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms together. This was his world, and I was officially in it. A soft knock came at the door. I didn't answer, but it opened anyway. "Get up." Dante. His voice wasn't loud—it didn't need to be. He had a way of speaking that made trying to resist feel completely pointless. I looked up at him. He was standing in the doorway with his sleeves rolled up, his hair a little messy from the fight, but his eyes we

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    When War Finds Us

    The morning sunlight didn’t feel like safety anymore. It felt like a warning, like something was coming that I wasn't ready for. The light stretched across the marble floors of the mansion, soft and golden, but it didn't do anything to ease the tension sitting heavy in my chest. Every shadow looked sharper today. Every little sound echoed louder than it should have. Even the silence felt... wrong. After everything I had seen in Dante’s office, I couldn’t shake the unease crawling under my skin. Isabella wasn’t just a memory or a name on a piece of paper anymore. She was a crack in Dante’s world. And cracks let enemies in. I walked slowly down the hallway, my fingers brushing against the cold, polished railing. The mansion was quieter than usual, but it was a controlled kind of quiet. I noticed the guards had changed, too. There were no casual conversations or relaxed postures today. Just alert eyes, tense shoulders, and hands held a lot closer to their weapons than before. Somethin

  • The Mafia Who Bought Me    The Weight of His Past

    ​I walked slowly down the hallway toward Dante’s office, my steps cautious, almost hesitant. The mansion was still again—too still. It was like the walls were trying to pretend last night hadn't happened, but I couldn't get it out of my head. The trap at the warehouse, the look on my father’s face, my father's helplessness, and the way everything had turned into a mess in a matter of seconds. ​And then there was Dante. My chest tightened just thinking about him. The way he had moved. Cold, precise, unstoppable like he wasn't even human. I could still feel his presence, that sharp, commanding gaze that made me feel safe and terrified at the same time. There was something dark in him, something that didn't hesitate to do things I didn't even want to imagine. ​I reached his door and just stood there for a second. I didn't really know why I was there. I just knew my legs had brought me to him. Maybe I just needed to see him to know he was real, or maybe I just needed to be in his spac

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