Todos los capítulos de Abducted and Sold To A Mafia Boss: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

CHAPTER 82 — Asking a FavorKhlea's point of viewEverywhere Allison and I went that night If we hadn't realized that it was morning, we wouldn't have decided to go home.At first, I really didn't want to go home, so I told her we should just stay at the hotel because she might be tired from driving. But Allison insisted that she wanted to go home and that it was okay.I was the only one who slept during the flight. I woke up when she gently patted my arm. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that we were already at the headquarters, and it was quite bright.She smiled at me. "Let's go to our unit to rest there.""Okay." I immediately moved to get our things.We got out of the car together. I noticed that Allison yawned. I approached him and held her arm. She still surprised me a little."Just sleep in your unit, huh?" I told her."Yes. You too. When you need something, just call me.""Okay."We entered the elevator together. When I got to my unit, I immediately changed my clothes and laid

Clifford's Point of View "DO YOU know what happened to Nishane?"Seven asked me a question, which astounded me. Even I am unable to respond to such query. Even now, I don't know how my wife is doing. All I know is that she is still suffering the loss of our kid, therefore I can't really communicate with her right now. I would have gone with her if I could. But for now, the company needs me, so that's not an option. Despite the fact that my heart also mourns the loss of my angel, I cannot hold her responsible for her sorrow.I whispered, "I don't frickin know.""Shouldn't you be standing by her side?"My headache was getting worse. "I desire most to spend time with her, but she's pushing me away," I said.That's exact as well. She screams at me if I get close to her. She pulls me away each time we speak. I used to be her ally. But as time went on, she started to view me negatively. I am unable to communicate with her, approach her, touch her, or even give her a hug. She drags me

Khlea's point of view"You've been drinking for a while. Maybe you're all drunk," Brenda said when she approached me.I didn't pay attention to her, and then I went straight to the glass and drank all of the contents. I heard Brenda laugh softly, so I gave her a bad look."Leave me alone; is that okay? I want to be alone," I said, then poured another glass of wine."You know, if I had only known that you were planning to get drunk on alcohol today, I wish I would have let you drink after drink at my bar. I wish my bar would have made more money.""I'm sorry because I don't want to go to your bar at this time either."Brenda just looked at me. I know that she wants to wean me. She can do that, but she prefers to let me. I heard her sigh. "So maybe you can tell me what the problem is with you two? I don't understand anything.""We were fine last night. We had a fun road trip. We had a date at a coffee shop with dancing flowers.""Then, what happened?"I told Brenda everything that happe

Khlea's Point of ViewAllison's fight with the man was quick. When she knocked it down, she quickly got out of me to untie me."Who are you with? Where is The8?" I asked her."I was with her, but we split up earlier so that we could find you faster. Are you hurt?" She just finished removing the ties from my hands and feet. When she looked at me, I could clearly see how she frowned. She touched my bruised cheek and I barely got away from her. "Who did that to you?""I don't know but that's not the guy." She pointed to the unconscious man lying on the floor."Teach me. I will make her feel more than that." Allison's voice was cold. No trace of joking.I didn't say anything more and we walked out of the hallway. We stopped for a moment when we felt someone running near where we were."Allison? Khlea?" It turned out to be The8. It dodged the gun pointed at us. "It's good that you're okay. Let's get out of here."Allison and I nodded and started walking but we ran into some men. Allison qu

Nishane's Point of View THREE MONTHS LATER, I won't pretend to be alright or that my pain from losing my daughter has subsided. But I can say that I'm making progress in my life in some way. Despite my difficulties, I managed to survive. I merely do stuff to keep me occupied, prevent me from reflecting, and prevent me from feeling down. I tried my best to focus on other things.I felt bad for myself as I reflected on my prior actions. Clifford, fortunately, was able to help me. I wouldn't have recovered if I hadn't accepted his offer to have me treated by specialists. I assumed that since I miss my daughter, seeing her would be normal for me. I assumed that it was typical for me to miss her so much that all I wanted to do was stay in her room. I was unaware that it was a symptom of extreme melancholy, anxiety, and depression.Until now, I still struggle to accept the death of my first child. And due of the trauma of what happened, I'm not sure if I'll be able to have children. I'