Todos os capítulos de Kidnapped by The Billionaire The Mafia Boss's Captive: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I pressed the palm of my hand against my forehead and sighed. I had so much to do, God, and zero energy left. Still, I forced myself to press on, pushing through the exhaustion until I settled into a steady rhythm. I didn't have a choice.After a while, my fingers stopped flying across the keyboard as I drifted into a vivid memory of the past. It was one of those moments that provided warmth when the winter cold set in, even if it sometimes burned instead of comforting. I drew in a steady breath before letting another sharp, clear memory replay in my mind. It acted like a soothing balm, lightening the heavy load pressing down on my chest. It was a relief to revisit a moment that mattered—the kind of memories that don't fade, the ones that remind you a storm will always eventually break into calm, giving you the breath you need to keep going when you feel like you can't carry another ounce.That was the magic of it. Memories made you stronger. Weakness stopped being a permanent fixture

Present Day, KidnappingSunlight spilled through the bedroom window. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the glare until the stinging eased.The room was vile. Everything reeked, and I was desperate to escape. I couldn't get used to it, yet I was entirely powerless—not yet, anyway.Who am I kidding? I can't fix this alone. Aleksander has to step in; my husband is the only one who can get me out of here. God, I prayed I’d make it out alive. I couldn't believe I was back in this nightmare. One day with my family, the next abducted by the damn mafia—and my husband's worst enemies, no less.The door flew open, and I instinctively scrambled back into the corner. The silhouette stepping inside belonged to a woman. Her movements were unnervingly graceful, almost hallucinatory, yet she was painfully real. Her effortless allure didn't belong in a shithole like this—neither did I."Get up. We need to fix you."She spoke in the plural, which only made sense when two more women entered behind

Two weeks before the kidnappingI stared at my reflection, hesitating over my simple jeans and Vans, but comfort won out. While I was pinning my hair back, Aleksander walked in, dressed in a sharp suit for the office. He smiled softly, stepping up behind me to press a kiss to my shoulder. His lips drifted to the curve of my neck, sending a jolt of heat through my veins that left my breath hitching."How are you feeling?" he murmured.I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. I didn't want him worrying, but pretending I was healed was a lie. I loved him fiercely, despite the shadows of my past."Better. Don't go to work worrying about me," I admitted. His gray-green eyes narrowed in quiet doubt, but he let it go. "I'm taking Matthew out. I promised him.""Good," he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "You know you can't leave without bodyguards, though.""I know," I sighed. Being the wife of a billionaire magnate—and a high-ranking mob boss—meant danger was a constant s

A gentle, rocking motion woke me, accompanied by an insistent whisper urging me to open my eyes. I didn't want to. Sleep offered a merciful escape from reality; the moment I blinked, the sharp claws of my life would tear right back into me. But as my brain registered the familiar surroundings—the massive bed, the white sheets—a sudden wave of relief washed over me.I was home. A true miracle.I'm finally back!The woman waking me was Elena. Her warm brown eyes, dark hair, and velvet touch made my soul curl up and sigh. She pulled me into a fierce embrace, tears freely mingling with mine as raw emotion took over."Mom," I choked out, my voice crystallized by tears. She echoed my name with equal devastation. "I thought I'd never see you again...""You're here, Luna. You're safe in your own home, and that's all that matters," she sobbed, kissing my cheek before pulling back to gently stroke the backs of my hands. "A doctor is coming to check you over.""No, why?" I protested.I didn't se

The cold war didn't end there.I wasn't looking to drag out the fight, but he needed to accept reality. We needed time apart—not permanently, but for Matthew's safety. Naturally, he hated the idea. He didn't want us leaving the penthouse, and the thought of me taking our son drove him crazy. But he was going to have to yield; he couldn't gamble with our lives out of sheer stubbornness."I can't believe you're doing this. You're not thinking with a clear head," he argued, pointing an accusing finger at me. "Luna, maybe we can figure this out another way...""There is no other way!" I snapped, exhausted by his refusal to see reason. "This hurts me just as much, Alek. Even if you try to act like a stone wall, I know being away from us tears you up. But you have to allow this. It won't be forever."Fresh tears spilled over. Aleksander shook his head, retreating toward the bed as frustration washed over him."How long are we talking about?" he finally asked, his voice dropping to a defeate