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Chapter 16: It's Mine?
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The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 17: The guard
Even in my dreams, I couldn't wait to be awake and see my room and everything in it clearly.The excitement made me giddy even as I slept.Feeling recharged and happy, I rush into the bathroom to get ready and wait for breakfast but I felt choked.The bathroom had black tiles that I thought were blue last night but its glossiness made it look so good, I almost slept in there.There was a bit shower too!As soon as I was done, I swore to never make a mess and keep everything squeaky clean at all times.I know I never had this much in my life, and although I was grateful, the boredom was eating into me. There was no one to talk to or laugh with.I was doing nothing but staring into space for hours, and I was sick of it.A 65 inch television that looked brand new, sat steady on the walls untouched. I wanted to watch something so bad, but I didn't know how to use it as father never let me tough his things.I considered waiting for the maid that brought my meals but I was restless from bo
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Yesterday felt like a wake up call for me, because for some insane reason, I actually thought he was nicer or at least, not as wicked as before but It was just reminded that he was aas brutal as ever.He killed that guard for just waking him up.I was definitely doomed to die.I was bored!How dare I?Being bored was a luxury.That just meant I had begun to see this place as permanent, maybe even a home.I was never hired, all the days in the dungeon and in that other room, not once was u bired but I got too comfortable and too soon.I felt like a big fool.His plan was literally working so well and so fast that even though I knew, I wasn't able to resist it.A gentle knock on the door brought me out if my thoughts as I walk over to answer the door. Opening it, it revealed the woman that brought me out of the dungeon for the first time.“Hello.” She greeted with a smile on her face, but her demeanor looked hostile to me but I didn't care. I was a prisoner that just made her master k
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“You're absolutely breathtaking.” The beautiful woman awed as she looked at her finished work.She was styling me for an event I didn't even know of, but I heard from the maid that brought me food that I was going out with the mafia man.I didn't know where but I was in love with the look this black dress gave me. It accentuated my curves in a way that made me look like the prettiest professional.I loved it so much, and the woman was also a sweetheart, asking with every step what I was and wasn't comfortable with.Her constant consideration of my feelings and thoughts melted my heart and even though I had been down for the past few days, I offered her a smile in response. Gently holding my hands, she walked me down the stairs where the mafia man and another very handsome man was standing, and as we came down, I looked at the mafia man and for whatever reason, he had a shovked look on his face.It made me think that he never thought I could look good.Well, I do and I knew that I loo
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Pacing in my room. I pondered on the possible reason why the mafia man wanted me to talk to him so much.Was his who bruised seeing that he was the only one I wasn't talking to?I didn't understand him and I didn't want to if I was being honest.He was in and off and weird, and nice and wicked, and considerate and inconsiderate, all at the same time.It was tiring.I have thought and thought about what his plan for me was. I hated living on the edge and having so many thoughts with no conclusion. As soon as I had this though, I heard the sound of the mafia man's car and for some seconds, I felt cold with fears.Ever since I left my father's house, I had reacted the same way everytime I heard the sound of a car whether it was similar to my father's or not, I felt terror when I hear the sounds of a car's engine.“What have you done to me little traitor?” The mafia man asks as soon as he walked through the main door, knowing that I could hear him from my room.The question caught me of
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The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 70: Pain and Freedom
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The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 69: Monster Donga
Sarah’s POVI didn’t sleep much.Even though I was safe. Even though Lorenzo barely left my side, even to breathe. My body knew I was free, but my mind hadn’t caught up. The dark didn’t feel like peace anymore, it felt like the barn, like rope on my wrists, like metal against my skull.I’d wake in cold sweats, breathing hard, fingers curled into fists that refused to unclench.Sometimes I screamed.Sometimes I was silent.I hated that I had spiraled again. The last time this happened, I was still back home with nanny. Why was I being so weak again?However, Lorenzo was always there. Holding me. Steady as stone. He didn’t flinch when I sobbed against his chest or when I punched the mattress in frustration because I couldn’t stop shaking at the sound of a creaking floorboard. He didn’t speak unless I asked him to. He just stayed.And somehow, that helped.Still, there were moments I hated myself for what I felt.I hated how small I was now. How fragile. Like I was made of broken glass
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The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 67: Rescue
I should have known something was wrong the moment the wind changed.It came suddenly, sharp and acrid, like sweat and smoke and blood. It wasn’t the cool, clean breeze I’d grown used to on the ridge behind the safehouse. I paused halfway through my usual walk, turning to glance back at the small cabin nestled between the trees. Everything looked the same. Quiet. Still.But my skin prickled.“Daniel!” I screamed, stumbling backward, as I saw him fall like a pack of card on the floor, already looking lifelessThree of them. Maybe four. Faces wrapped in cloth, eyes cold and distant, like they weren’t even human anymore. Just shadows with weapons.I could see from a distance that there were other men in total black, like the guards of the mansion but they seemed to actually attack the maids. It was definitely not our guards. Daniel tried to stand. He made it to one knee before the second man kicked him full in the ribs, a crack echoing through the clearing. I couldn’t move. My feet we
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 66: Shame and Anger
“You left her alone, didn’t you?” He said with a wicket glint in his eyes. I blinked. “What did you say?” He chuckled. “Sarah. How is she? Still making that jasmine tea at sunset?” He questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was sure of what she was saying because she truly recently had been obsessed with Jasmine tea. The room dropped ten degrees. No. No, he couldn’t have I grabbed him by the collar, yanked his face up until we were eye to eye. “You stay the hell away from her.” “Oh, Lorenzo,” he said, voice a murmur. “I’ve already been.” I froze. No, he was bluffing. Had to be. Sarah was safe. I’d left her with Daniel, the only man I trusted enough to guard what mattered most. My wife. My reason. My center. But Donga… Donga was looking at me like the devil already had her by the throat. I shoved him back down and turned, pulling out my phone as I stormed out of the room. My fingers moved too fast, too clumsy, as I called Daniel. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. I tried
The Traitor's Daughter Chapter 65: Sarah’s Fear
The moment Lorenzo walked out the door, the air in the room changed. It was as if the light had dimmed on purpose, as if the walls knew and mourned with me. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the last words he spoke still echoing through the hollow of my chest: “I’ll come back, Sarah. I promise.”But promises meant nothing when you were going up against Donga.I hugged my arms around myself, rocking slightly, eyes locked on the empty space where Lorenzo had stood only moments ago. The silence left in his wake was unbearable. I listened , not for footsteps, because I knew he was long gone, but for anything, anything at all that could tell me this was just a nightmare and not the cruel reality we had both been dragged into.My father, Donga. I hate saying his name, even in my own mind. It tastes bitter, like ash and rust. To the world, he was a ghost cloaked in violence, an outlaw whose name stirred fear even in hardened men. To me, he was a prison guard in a home that never knew peac
