บททั้งหมดของ SOLD TO THE NOTORIOUS MAFIA ALPHA- His Pleasure Thing: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

It was midnight in Marcel's mansion and almost everyone was fast asleep including the beautiful Ella. She lay like a princess on the king-sized bed with her thin fabric gown barely covering her body but she had no reason to fear as the doors and windows of her room were locked shut or so she thought.As she slept peacefully all of a sudden a strange wind blew against the window from the north causing it to depart and open up. The strange wind filled further into the dark room like a mischievous smoke; blowing against Ella who was still sleeping unaware of what was transpiring as the edges of her gown blew up and danced in the air from the effect of the strange wind blowing against it.Ella's smooth, sexy legs and thighs were let bare but there was nothing to fear, it's just a harmless wind after all however it won't seem the case anymore when in the darkness two small blue glowy small circles like eyeballs suddenly appeared beside the bed Ella lay and then the two glowy circles materi

Location: Italy, Rome.Time: 4:05pmMarcel's private jet landed safely at the airport in Rome- Flumicino International Airport also known as Leonardo da Vinci. A black range rover came to pick them up from the airport and drove them to an elegant looking mansion which happens to be one of Marcel's properties.“Welcome boss," the house attendants welcomed Marcel and her guest Ella in.”Is this where the art exhibition will take place?" Ella asked in a rather confused state.From the way she was looking around one could tell she was impressed by the structure and designs of the mansion.“No. This is my house," Marcel replied, leaving Ella amazed and shocked.“Your house?"Just how rich is this man?!“Yes. One of my houses," Marcel replied plainly and Ella's eyes dilated.“How many houses do you have?" She asked.“As many as I need," he replied then turned his attention to one of the servants.“Please see my guest to her room," he instructed.“I thought we were attending an art exhibitio

“Argg.." Jackson groaned in pain as he fell down on one knee, a result from getting punched hard in the guts by Marcel...I could see and almost feel the pain Jackson was passing through as Marcel was assaulting him non-stop. I know Marcel's anger is justified, Jackson was cheating on his sister but that's not enough reason to want to kill the man!“Please no more. No more. Please..I am sorry," Jackson pleaded with Marcel but the latter wasn't listening to anything the former had to say.A punch and a kick sent Jackson crashing on the floor and now he was bleeding from his nose, as it was broken from the impact of Marcel's fist.“Why are you doing this?" Jackson struggled to speak, coughing out blood.It's almost like speaking has become a very painful exercise. However the expression in his eyes suddenly changed from that of fear to anger and hate.“She is not even related to you," Jackson said face facing the ground as he was still in a crouched position with both hands touching th

Ella was busy lying on the bed sleeping when suddenly someone barged into the room in the middle of the night waking her up from her sleep in a jumpMarcel?She was surprised to see it was Marcel but she felt a brief relief that it was him and wasn't someone else as she had initially thought it was a thief that had broken in however she quickly noticed there was something off with him. Something definitely was off with him.Marcel had his white shirt unbuttoned completely revealing all his sexy body and he had his eyes constantly on Ella like a hawk stalking its prey. Ella could see a familiar hunger in his eyes, the same hunger she had seen in her previous abductor Elijah and Marcel's best friend Eden. A hunger to have her body!“Why are you here? What do you want?" Ella asked as she no longer felt safe with him in the room anymore.“I can't think straight...I can't control myself anymore...I can't hold it any longer.." Marcel spoke in a low, forced tone like he was starved of oxyge

Marcel's Iris and pupils only changed to golden yellow for a brief moment before they returned back to its initial crystal blue color and one could tell it wasn't a deliberate act on his part but more like a reflex action that he had no control over however a smile formed on the old lady's face as she was quick enough to notice the change in color of Marcel's eyes.”Ah, gelosia (spirit of jealousy)." She muttered softly to herself.“What are these entities you speak of?" Marcel inquired, his tone carrying a bit of urgency.“They are inside you so you should be the one telling me. Don't you hear their voices? Don't they speak to you?" She said and Marcel narrowed his gaze at her.“How do you know all these? Who are you?..What are you?"“Well some call me mother, others, old lady and there are those who call me I gelosia, witch. I guess I am all of those things," she said with a smile.”So you see things?"“I do."“So tell me what are these creatures I keep drawing in my painting and ho