บททั้งหมดของ Kidnapped By The Mafia Boss: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Amelia I was never supposed to find out that I'm not an original person but a literal clone of my father's daughter, who tragically passed away in a car accident. He gave me the same name as her, Amelia, and raised me like he had his precious daughter. When I pick up picture frames, Amelia, the original one, looks so much like me that it disturbs me to the point I feel sick. Her chocolate brown hair had perhaps been a bit longer, reaching down all the way to her hips, but we share the exact thin and fragile figure because girls of our class are expected to sit still and play the piano, not run around like boisterous kids and play in the garden. I believe the original Amelia preferred that tranquil life. And my father hoped I would turn out the same way, but what he didn't count on was for me to end up different—I love dogs and the outside world, while the original Amelia hated all animals. Of course, that was only the beginning of my personality spira

The voice supposedly belonging to Ryan is sexy and deep, giving him an air of solid confidence, and gosh, his vocals are so easy on the ears that speaking suddenly got more challenging. "Ryan?" I croak and feel my cheeks heat up when I hear my own echo in the background. Embarrassingly enough, I had sounded more like a frog than a girl. "Yeah?" Ryan appears amused. "Did you worry someone else might have called you?" "No, I just... How are you?" I inwardly facepalm myself for my awkwardness. "I'm good, excellent, actually. I came home from the gym mere minutes ago, and now I'm making myself some dinner," Ryan seems like a very extroverted person, the opposite of me. "Is everything good with you?" His question isn't a hard one, yet I'm experiencing a brain freeze. The sound of something getting cooked in the background is the first thing I notice when the silence folds, along with the fact Ryan likes to hum to himself. "Y

The fancy limousine smells like musky sweat and cigars. There isn't a single stain on the entire interior, which is somewhat surprising considering Ryan is smoking inside the car while singing along to the lyrics of "feeling good" by Michael Buble.I turn to the men sitting packed like fish in their seats; they are all curiously listening to someone telling them their life story."So, I noticed Isabella was texting someone, right? Her damn phone kept vibrating every fucking night, and she was very secretive about it," A man named Billy is shaking his head, while the other men are waiting for him to continue his story. "And so when I came home early one day, I found her in our bed together with Fernando, her freaking masseur!""Oh shit!" Someone exclaims. "Fucking whore!""And then what did you do?" Another one asks, biting his nails while staring at Billy."Yeah, what did you do, Billy?""You murdered the damn guy, right?" A guy bigger than a bear

I toss and turn in my slumber for what feels like hours before finally awakening from my nightmare. My breath is hitched, and I can't seem to relax, too shaken up by today's events. I'm freezing even though the sheets beneath me are drenched in a cold sweat.How I managed to fall asleep in the first place is a mystery, the temperature inside the room is freezing. A window is letting the moonlight come in and illuminate the wooden planks, and I shift until I'm staring at the chair where I've thrown my velvet dress.I'm so messed up. Fear is scratching within me, speeding up my heart and inviting the reality of today to sink into my brain by replaying the unfolded events.I was kidnapped, betrayed, and fooled by a man who played me for a week, and then I watched this man named Arthur die at the hands of the same man—Ryan is dangerous. That realization makes me cover under my sheets.Tired of acting strong, exhausted from playing tough, I let the tears

Anger is sizzling through me, awakening vicious rattlesnakes in my blood until I'm standing there, hissing. "And how do I do that?""Do what?" Courtney sounds surprised; her facial expression makes me want to laugh."Find a man who isn't sick in the head?" My voice is loud and filled with rage. It's not aimed at Courtney but this entire situation. "Because I've only met evil ones!""Really?""Yes!" I'm shaking, tired of being at this place already. "Ever since I was kidnapped, all I've seen is blood, crazy men, and their stupid agendas. I might have lived under a rock my entire life, and yes, I don't know what's going on anymore, but I do not want to stay here if it means having to suck someone's cock,"Courtney witness the tears already gathering in my eyes. I'm pacing the room, clenching my teeth, and walking around with blinding fury rattling my bones. In an attempt to calm down, I sit down in the rocking chair, only to find myself unable to sit