All Chapters of Tied To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AlisonI shook my head, taking a step back as if physical distance could make Damien’s words less real. “You’re lying,” I said in a shocking tone.Damien’s gaze sharpened. “I’m not.” “You expect me to believe that Aiden—my husband—has been lying to me all along?” My voice cracked at the last word. “That he’s the murderer and not you.”“Yes.” I crossed my arms, pressing my nails into my skin to keep myself steady. “Why should I trust you?” I spat. “You pointed a gun at my head, Damien. You were ready to pull the trigger.” “But I didn’t,” he countered smoothly. “That should tell you something.” I hate that he was right. “I know you are not going to believe what I said, but I have a way to prove it to you.” He said.Damien didn’t wait for me to process his words. Instead, he turned and walked toward the door, throwing one last glance over his shoulder. “You coming or not?” I stared at his retreating back, torn between the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future

Alison I shut the door behind me, my hands trembling as tears spilled down my face. This was the second time Aiden had hurt me so deeply. The first time had been the night he accused me of cheating on him—a night that still haunted me. I pressed my back against the door, sliding down until I was sitting on the cold floor, my knees pulled to my chest. I tried to fight the tears, but they kept coming, relentless, like a flood I couldn’t control. My emotions swung violently between pain and anger, my mind struggling to process everything. It was too much. My heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of it all. Tilting my head back, I stared at the ceiling, whispering to myself. ‘Here I was, believing I had failed my father by leaving Damien, but I had already failed him the moment I agreed to Aiden’s plan—the moment I allowed myself to be tangled in his web of deceit.’A bitter laugh escaped me. Who was to say Aiden and his father hadn’t lied about my father’s dying

Alison The first thing I heard was the screams. It was loud, piercing, and frantic. I pulled myself upright, my heart hammering against my ribs as I staggered toward the window. My breath caught in my throat when I saw them—a group of men, dressed in dark clothing, armed with guns, storming into the mansion grounds. I felt scared. A gunshot rang out, and before I could react, a bullet shattered the glass in front of me. I gasped, stumbling backward just as shards of glass rained onto the floor. Oh my god. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. I crouched low, pressing myself against the wall. Another shot tore through the air, this time embedding itself into the wooden floor a few feet away from me. I was trapped. The mansion was under attack. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to suppress the rising terror, my hands trembling against the cold floor. Then, amidst the chaos, I heard a familiar voice. "Alison! Open the door!" Damien. I scramble

Alison I pulled my eyes open and I realized I was blindfolded.The black piece of clothing on my face made it difficult for me to see where I was and my wrists bound so tightly behind my back made it hard for me to take off the stupid blindfold.The only sounds I could make out were the low grunts of the men who were moving me around. Where were they taking me? And where was I?Suddenly I was dropped. Pain shot through my body as I hit the hard, cold floor. A groan slipped past my lips, but I barely had time to process the discomfort before the sound of heavy boots retreating filled the air. I swallowed, my throat dry. “Hello?” My voice wavered. “Who’s there?” There was no answer. The silence that followed made me realize I was all alone.I lay still, with my chest rising and falling with panicked breaths. My heart pounded so loudly that it drowned out the quiet. I had no idea where I was. And worse—I had no idea who had me. Regret churned in my stomach. I shouldn’t

Damien The minute I passed the sign that welcomed us to the city. I felt a bit relieved. I drove through the streets, with so much speed I couldn’t wait to get to my destination and relax. I was exhausted. When we finally pulled up to the house, I glanced at Alison. Her head was leaning against the window, her breathing soft and steady. She was barely keeping her eyes open. I reached over, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Come on,” I murmured. “Let’s get you inside.” She stirred slightly but didn’t argue when I helped her out of the car. Her body clung to me like a second skin as I guided her up the stairs. The moment we stepped into the house, she mumbled something incoherent, already half-asleep. I smiled. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.” I led her to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and eased her onto the mattress. She barely moved as I tucked her in. As I turned to leave, her hand shot out, gripping my wrist weakly. “Please can you stay with me?”