Mafia Boss's Angel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

John's POV I could see the anger burning in Cindy's eyes, but underneath it was something worse - fear. Fear of me. Fear of what I might do. The thought made my stomach twist. "Cindy, please," I said softly, holding up my hands. "Sit down. Let me explain." She stayed by the door, her body tense like she was ready to run. "I don't want to sit. I want to go home." "I know you do," I said, my voice as gentle as I could make it. "But please, just listen to me for a minute. I didn't plan any of this. I swear to you, I had no idea who your father was when I met you." Her lips trembled, and fresh tears started rolling down her cheeks. "You expect me to believe that?" I took a small step toward her, and she pressed herself against the door. The sight of her shrinking away from me like that... it felt like someone was crushing my chest. "I'm sorry," I whispered, stopping where I was. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this. What they did to you, bringing you here like this - it's

Cindy's POVMy life had changed in the blink of an eye. Yesterday, I was working my normal shift at the diner, chatting with Mabel about silly things like which customers left the best tips and what we were going to do on the weekend. Just a regular day like any other. Now I was standing outside a strip club, wearing a man's oversized clothes, about to be sold like a piece of property.My parents had kept everything from me. All the money problems, all the debts, all the danger we were in. They had smiled and pretended everything was fine while our whole world was falling apart. How could they not tell me? How could they let me live in such a lie?My head was pounding so badly I could barely think straight. I felt hot and cold at the same time, like I was getting sick. My whole body ached, and I wanted to just curl up somewhere and disappear.I had prayed to God yesterday. I had begged Him to save me, to protect me from these evil people who wanted to turn me into a prostitute. But wh

John's POVThe word "Cindy" had barely left my lips when I watched her crumble. One moment she was standing beside me in that cursed hallway, the next she was falling like a broken doll. My heart stopped as I lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the dirty floor."Cindy!" I whispered urgently, but her eyes had rolled back and her body went completely limp in my arms. Her skin was pale as paper, but burning hot to the touch. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her clothes were damp with perspiration. Panic shot through me like ice water.Thank God we were already close to the exit when it happened. I scooped her up, her slight weight feeling even more fragile than before, and quickly carried her the last few steps to the front door. The prostitutes and their guards were busy with their own business and didn't pay us any attention as we left the building.I managed to get the car door open and gently placed her across the back seat. Her head lolled to one side, and I could see h

Cindy's POVThe water helped, but it also made me realize how empty my stomach was. When was the last time I'd eaten? Yesterday morning at the diner seemed like a lifetime ago. My stomach cramped painfully, reminding me that I was running on nothing but fear and adrenaline.John must have noticed because he cleared his throat softly. "You should eat something. The doctor said to start with something light - maybe some broth or toast."I wanted to refuse, to show him that I wouldn't accept anything from him. But my body was betraying me. Another stomach cramp hit, and I doubled over slightly, pressing my hand to my abdomen."I'll have Maria bring something up," he said, already reaching for his phone."Who's Maria?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice. How many people knew I was here? How many people were part of this?"My housekeeper. She's been with my family for years. She's... discrete."Discrete. Another word that meant 'she'll keep secrets.' How many secrets did this house hold

Cindy's POVI woke up feeling like I'd been sleeping for days. The IV was gone from my arm, leaving only a small bandage, and my head felt clearer than it had since this nightmare began. Sunlight streamed through the massive windows, casting golden rectangles across the Persian rug.But I felt trapped. The beautiful room that had seemed like a sanctuary yesterday now felt like a cage. The walls were closing in on me, and I needed to move, to breathe, to feel like I was more than just a helpless victim lying in bed.I sat up slowly, testing my strength. My legs felt shaky but functional. The fever was gone, and though I was still weak, I was tired of being an invalid.John was asleep in the chair again, his head tilted at an angle that had to be killing his neck. Dark stubble covered his jaw, and his expensive clothes were wrinkled beyond recognition. How long had he been watching over me like this?I swung my legs over the side of the bed as quietly as possible. The marble floor was c