Semua Bab Claimed By The Mafia Billionaire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Like a drumbeat marching towards my demise, the sound of heavy footsteps reverberated in the confined hallway, methodical and harsh. Something like panic replaced my father's customary arrogant confidence as his gaze darted towards the doorway. I saw a small tightening of his jaw, although it was subtle. The man who walked into the room caught me off guard. He was tall, and his broad shoulders were encircled by a sleek black suit that radiated might and riches. The way his icy-blue eyes scanned the room made me feel vulnerable, like if he could see into every dark corner of my life in an instant. His presence filled the room like a rising storm, and not a single strand of his dark hair was out of place. Levi Alexander. Although I had heard the name, I didn't know him. Everybody had. He was more than simply a man; among the city's shadowiest nooks and crannies, he was a legend. A mafia boss who used brutality and terror to establish his empire. And now, he was here. “Mr. Levi,” my fa

My frantic breaths were drowned out as the sleek black automobile rushed forward, its engine roaring to life. I was now flanked by the men who had pulled me from the house, their features blank and austere. My heart hammered so fiercely I thought it may bruise my ribs, and my wrists hurt where their clutches had been too tight.My father’s house, my prison, disappeared in the rearview mirror. I didn’t look back. What was there to see? The only home I’d ever known had betrayed me, just as its walls always had. But this wasn’t freedom. This was something worse. The man sitting to my left adjusted his cufflinks, his silence unnerving. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I expected given the panic roaring through me. Neither of them answered. “Hey!” I forcefully pressed my hand against the partition that separated us from the driver. "Where are we heading?"The driver didn’t so much as flinch. My pulse thundered. I looked between the two men and swallowed hard

The massive doors of the Levi mansion creaked open, echoing through the vast area. A shiver ran through me as I entered, with Alexander's figure trailing behind me like an inescapable specter. As I absorbed the magnificence of the scene—tall ceilings adorned with intricate mouldings, marble floors shimmering in the gentle glow of chandeliers, and walls featuring dark wood paneling that radiated affluence and authority—my heart tightened. However, the luxury did not comfort me; it stifled me. This was more than a mansion—it was a golden cage. “Come with me,” Alexander's voice was deep, nearly a growl, as he motioned to the grand staircase. His voice was authoritative, not a suggestion. I felt uncertain. The thought of trailing him anywhere seemed like yielding to his power, which I wasn’t prepared to accept. My legs felt anchored to the marble floor. He paused in his stride, his sharp icy-blue gaze fixating on me. “I don’t say the same thing twice, Dysis.” My name felt odd when h

The quiet in the dining room was oppressive, a burdensome sensation compressing my chest. My father's visage remained fixed in my thoughts, his abrupt emergence and enigmatic phrases swirling like a tempest I couldn't evade. I slid my chair back, the noise scraping on the marble floor, and headed towards the door. I required fresh air—something to cut through the confusion in my thoughts. However, as soon as I entered the hallway, I recognized that I wasn't by myself. A young woman was present, her posture both composed and vigilant. She donned a plain black outfit that fitted her slim figure, her cropped black hair neatly secured behind her ears. Her deep brown eyes locked onto mine, unwavering and inscrutable, and for an instant, I believed she might completely dismiss me. "You ought not to be roaming about," she remarked, her tone steady yet gentle. "And who are you to say that to me?" I erupted, my irritation spilling out. I was exhausted from being instructed on where I could

The tension from my failed escape lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. Every corner of the mansion seemed to remind me of my imprisonment. My wrists ached from the rough restraints Alexander had used, a physical reminder of his power. The bitterness of his words and the icy finality in his eyes lingered in my mind. My heartbeat accelerated when my room's door cracked open. Expecting Alexander, I instinctively stiffened, bracing for another confrontation. Instead, a man I didn’t recognize entered. He was tall and impeccably dressed, his presence both calming and commanding. Jet-blue hair framed a striking face, and vivid green eyes, kind yet observant, met mine. “I’m Lucian Everett,” he introduced himself, setting a small medical kit on the table. “The family doctor.” His voice was smooth, professional, but there was a warmth that Alexander lacked. “I didn’t ask for a doctor,” I said, my voice edged with defiance. Lucian smiled faintly, unbothered by my tone. “I wa