All Chapters of Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dax Donomie's point of view FIVE YEARS AGO “Donomie, did you even hear what I just said? Are you okay?” Silvio squints at me, his voice laced with concern. “You seem disconnected.” I exhale sharply, my jaw tightening. Okay? Does he think I’m supposed to be okay? “Do you think I’d be okay if Tomasso Mitchell stole the antique watch heirloom that has been in my family for generations?” My voice rises with fury as I throw my hands in the air. “That watch isn’t just some piece of jewelry, it’s the goddamn legacy of my ancestors!” Silvio exhales and pats me on the back. “Take a deep breath. We’ll get it back.” Tomasso Mitchell. That bastard. One of my Capos, the man I trusted, had the audacity to betray me. He was drowning in debt, desperate for cash, and instead of coming to me, he stole the one thing that mattered most to this family. If I find him, I will end him. “Where’s Fabio?” I snap, already marching toward my drawer. My fingers brush over the cold steel of my Glo

Astrella's point of view It felt like a crow had just flown over our heads, casting a shadow that left everyone frozen in time. The room had gone eerily silent, their gazes fixed on me as if I had stumbled upon a conversation that was never meant for my ears. The air was thick with tension, making me question if I had just interrupted something crucial. Wait did I?The man leaned closer to the woman beside him, whispering something that made her nod solemnly. Without a word, he turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm firmly and led me out of the club. The crowd’s curious whispers faded into the background as we moved swiftly through the dimly lit hallway and into the parking lot. Aahhh. I scream in my head out loud. This is kidnapping. The cool night air hit me, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside. I struggled against his grip, yanking my arm free as we reached the edge of the

Astrella's point of view After our fitting, my sister stayed behind at the boutique, probably still chatting with the couturier. And me? Well, lucky me—I ended up with none other than Dax Donomie Martinelli the Great. Yep, the man himself, towering over me with that smug look plastered across his face.I glanced at his aviator sunglasses, itching to snatch them off. But let’s be real—he’s too tall, and I’m not about to attempt some acrobatic stunt just for that. Instead, I took a deep breath, hoping to channel some inner peace. It didn’t work. I headed toward the sidewalk, intending to wait for our car, but before I could even blink, Dax grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward his sleek black car. Great. Just great.“Where are we going, mister? And why are you dragging me like a caveman?” I asked, gritting my teeth in frustration. My mall tour was slipping through my fingers like sand.“We’re going to my company first. Then I’ll send you home,” he replied nonchalantly as if th

Astrella's point of view The day has come, and for reasons beyond me, I'm fidgety and I don't know why. I took a deep sigh. It feels like this engagement is cursed as if the universe itself is bracing for some impending doom. I push the thought aside, letting my eyes wander around the venue.We're at the Martinelli Villa Banquet Hall, extravagant, and dripping with luxury. What else would you expect from the multi-billionaire Dax Donomie Martinelli? Oh, and let’s not forget his mafia ties. But hmmm, I may pretend that he’s the good kind of mafia, helping people in secret like some dark Robin Hood.I'm dressed in my pristine white gown, I find myself lurking by the side of the mini-stage, waiting for Dax. The MC is stalling, entertaining the guests while the man of the hour makes his grand, fashionably late entrance. A small, treacherous part of me hopes he won't show, that this whole charade will implode gloriously. But, of course, fate has other plans.Dax’s entourage floods the ha

Astrella's point of view We are now hiding out in the Martinelli private house as a temporary place to stay while the ambush's effects are still being felt. Even though the masterminds have been found, security is still tight. It always serves as a sign that my life is not normal anymore. Being associated with a Mafia Don is no longer normal for me. Every time I go outside, I feel like I'm in a live-action movie. It's so different from everyday life. It feels like surpassing the status of a celebrity, but now, fame is accompanied by bullets rather than bright lights.I chose to stay in my sister Sereia's room to find a little bit of a normal life. Sometimes, being alone can make me feel a bit abnormal. The conversation and company help to block out the risks, if only for a short time. But what bothers me the most is Mom and Dad's yelling at each other through the walls in the next room, sounding like two stubborn teens. Their fight over what happened at the engagement party hasn't di