บททั้งหมดของ MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Aelia’s POVI couldn’t stand it any longer.Every rumor, every whispered headline, every bitter reminder of who I was forced to be—it all echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat. I had been humiliated, exploited, and manipulated. And now, as I stared out the rain-streaked window of my apartment, I realized something: I was done being Pedro’s plaything.I had spent months trying to erase his shadow from my life, fighting every day to reclaim the person I once was. Yet every time I took a step forward, his presence, his calculated cruelty, pulled me back. I had tried to stand up. I had screamed. I had even nearly collapsed under the weight of his revelations. But now, amid the cold drizzle of a desolate night, I made a decision: I would escape this cage.I pulled my phone from my pocket, staring at its screen as if willing the words to appear. My trembling fingers typed a message to Mike, the one person who had truly cared for me through all this madness. “I’m leaving. I can’t stan

Aelia’s POVA sharp, splitting pain throbbed through my skull, dragging me out of unconsciousness. The moment my eyes fluttered open, I regretted it.The dim light of my apartment stung, my head pounded like it had been caught between steel plates, and a sickening nausea churned in my stomach. Every limb felt sluggish, as if weighed down by something heavy and inescapable.I groaned, barely able to move, when a familiar voice broke through the haze.“Aelia?”I turned slightly, wincing at the movement. Darla.She was perched on the edge of my couch, worry lining her face, her dark curls slightly disheveled like she hadn’t slept. She leaned forward, eyes scanning me cautiously before she sighed in relief. “Thank God, you’re awake.”“What…?” My throat was raw, my voice hoarse, as if I had swallowed gravel.She hurried to my side, helping me sit up despite my protests. My body ached all over, my skin clammy with a faint layer of sweat. “Easy, you’ve been out cold for a while.”But I wasn’

Third-Person POVPedro Montonio was not a man who second-guessed his decisions.Yet as he sat in the back of his sleek black car, watching the city lights blur past, a strange tightness coiled in his chest. Aelia. The woman who had turned his world upside down in the span of days.The scandal had already spread like wildfire, her reputation dragged through the mud because of him.And now, her life was in danger.Derrick’s earlier report echoed in his mind.“The threats aren’t just online anymore. There have been people asking about her—dangerous people. And there’s a possibility someone sold information about her routine. She’s vulnerable, boss.”Pedro didn’t like that word. Vulnerable. Not when it was attached to her.So he took action. More guards. More surveillance. More control.But control wasn’t enough. He needed to see her.And when he finally did, he knew he had made a mistake.—Aelia stormed down the quiet street, her coat wrapped tightly around her, her face partially hidde

Pedro’s POVAelia scrambled off me like she had touched fire, pressing herself against the farthest corner of the seat. Her breath was unsteady, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements. Even in the dim glow of the car’s interior, her flushed cheeks and wide amber eyes made her look almost ethereal…untouchable.And yet, I had touched her.I clenched my fists, pressing them against my thighs, willing myself to stay in control. The ghost of last night’s kiss lingered on my lips, a reminder of how soft she had felt against me. I had convinced myself it was nothing, a moment stolen under the influence of whatever drug had been forced into her system.But I was lying to myself. Because even now, her vanilla scent mixed with something floral filled the space between us and the memory of her pliant lips burned into my mind, I was fighting the urge to grab her, to see if she would melt against me again.Her small frame was curled in on itself, as if she was trying to disappea

Aelia’s POVThe room was suffocating even without Pedro. My heart was still pounding from earlier, the weight of Pedro’s body pressing me into the mattress still lingering in my mind. The heat, the overwhelming scent of him, the tension that had been thick enough to drown in, I could still feel all of it.But he was gone now.I had barely registered the sound of his phone ringing before he had pulled away from me. His expression had shifted instantly, hardening, darkening as if something urgent had pulled him out of the haze he had been drowning in. And without another word, he had stormed out, leaving me alone in this grand, unfamiliar room.That should have been my first clue that something was wrong.But my mind had been too scrambled to process it.Now, as I stood by the window, peering out into the estate’s massive courtyard, a strange unease settled in my stomach.The gates were open.Men in black suits moved across the grounds in organized lines, their postures stiff and alert.