Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORCED MAFIA BRIDES: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

As if that would ease away the worry and turmoil, I slipped from bed and found myself running my hands through Kein’s clothes. Everything was neatly tucked away, clean, and neat. The colors were from light to darkest. The shoes were polished and lined by height and type. I turned to my side and realized that my favorite perfume was not where I put it before. I frowned, moving closer to see that Kein had placed it back with the others. Did it irk him when I left things where they didn’t belong? Did he have OCD? He definitely liked control. A flash of our last night together left me shaking my head to chase it away. Did it irk him when people touched his things? I guess we would have to find out. I pulled out my top and threw it in the hamper before I pulled on his large t-shirt. It smelled of detergent and faints of him. I frowned, moving to his hamper and it was nearly full. I never took it out when doing my own laundry. And that was how I found myself doing laundry at three in t

My eyes worked on overdrive, trying to cover every inch of the house as I descended down skeptically. When I was convinced the house was empty I went to the kitchen to find pots I had not left on the stove and counter. There were eggshells on the counter and bread crumbs. I peeked into the pot to find it black then I peeked into the other to find the same thing. He had barely got the egg out from what I could see from both pots. I tidied and cleaned before I washed the pots. They took some time. He had really done a number on those eggs. I just couldn't imagine someone burning eggs to such a point. My stomach grumbled so I began making something for myself. I worked fast because if he came back, I didn’t want him to find me out of the guest bedroom. I did not know how long I would hide there but as long as I could. It was a matter of life and death. The noodles were steaming, chopping the vegetables, then I put them in the pot. I bent to grab a bowl. “SERENE!” I jumped, the back

They waited. It was a minute long and I didn’t know what to do. Then they just stepped back. “Kein please, you need to get me out of here.” I rushed the words out because I knew that they weren’t leaving. Something was about to happen. “What is the head count?” Imagine being in a deadly situation and the only person who could help seeming to be on a vacation jn a beach somewhere. I closed my eyes, knowing the only thing that mattered was me getting out of there alive then never leaving the house again. My eyes widened as I saw the two men who seemed to be the leaders pull out their guns. My heart dropped to the very pit of my stomach and my blood ran cold. “Seven…” I whispered out, as if that would make them forget I was there. My life flashed before my eyes so many times it turned to a movie. I was trying to be strong, to keep a clear mind but I was losing. My feet pushed up to the seat, cooped up to the corner of the back seat which seemed to be my only solace. “Kein, plea

When the door opened the floor was clean. When the door opened, the body was wrapped by two white sheets. I sat at the edge of the bed, gun hanging in hand. My eyes were red and I was raw from thinking; tossing and turning the situation with no answers coming to mind. Why did they want to take me? What was Kein fighting? If they all warned me to kill myself than be taken, what were they planning to do to me? How was Nazebi related to Kein?How many more would come after us? Was it safe now? I licked my dry lips, my other hand brushing on the tag chain hanging from my neck. I had showered and changed clothes then I waited for anything else that would come my way. For hours it had been deadly quiet outside. None of the guards came to check on me which meant they were all dead and none of the attackers came to end me which also meant they were all dead. How did I even begin processing the heartache and trauma from the lives lost? Why had Nazebi saved me? What had he meant Ke

KEIN’S P.O.V.27 YEARS AGO304 stumbled back, his legs crossing over with him tumbling down. A few years ago I would have stared at him in horror. I would have tried to get him up. I would have whispered that he should push on, fight harder. But now, now, I jumped onto him and slammed my fists on him repeatedly. At first he put his hands up but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. My fists went in even as I heard his skull crack in. I went in even as blood spread all over my body. “Useless piece of shits! We feed you! We gave you a job! Saved your pathetic lives!” The commander’s voice echoed all through the training grounds above all the grunts. His hands lay on his back, saliva spat out with each word he poured out. I kept going in until 304 lay still underneath me. My fists hung in the air, his face deformed, blood spilling on the ground with his soul gone. Hands grabbed my shoulders and I braced myself for whatever impact came.“You think you are a big guy now?” Second commander w