Semua Bab Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Sylvia's POV“Let me help you with that,” Sex toy library guy said, gesturing toward the stack of books and randoms in my arms, reaching for the top one like we were old friends.I tightened my grip and took a step back. “No, thank you. I’m fine,” I replied with a firm nod, trying to keep my voice neutral.“You’ve been ignoring my messages. Did I… do something wrong?” he asked, cutting straight to the chase.I bit the inside of my cheek, groaning inwardly. I didn’t want this conversation, not now, not ever.“I’ve just not been interested in anything lately,” I said flatly, already turning toward the library entrance. He fell into step beside me like he belonged there.Then, he dropped the bomb.“You know your husband doesn’t have to find out if we have sex, right? I can be subtle. And trust me, I fuck good, better than your husband if you had to get toys.” he chuckled, like it was the funniest thing he had ever said.I stopped cold.The audacity. The disrespect.I turned so fast my ba

SYLVIA’S POVIt had been three days since I told my husband I hated him.Three days since he walked out and didn’t come back.Three days of rotting in my sheets, surviving off dry cereal and shame, ignoring every knock, ping, and ring. I hadn't showered. I hadn't cried. I just… existed. Barely.“You need to see him, Sylvia! You're going to lose your marriage if you keep acting like this! You haven’t bathed in three damn days! You stink!”That was Lola. My neighbor. About four weeks ago, we became neighborly friends. Now? She's the only one in this street crazy enough to barge into my apartment, yell at me, and threaten to drag me into the shower herself.She stood at the foot of the couch with her arms crossed and a look that said she wasn't here to coddle me.I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. “Just leave me alone.”“Oh, no. Hell no.” I heard her stomping toward the kitchen. “You wanna rot? Fine. But you’re not dragging me into the smell.” Then her voice rose again,

Mario's POV I stepped out of the bathroom, still on edge from the call I just made. It wasn’t easy getting Tina to agree, not with our history and all, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and if there was one thing Kosta couldn’t resist, it was a pair of fake tits, a whiny voice, and a thong that barely covered anything.Tina was perfect for the job. Dangerous, willing, and most importantly, she owed me. She was going to help me seduce Kosta.Still, I hated having to even speak to her again. The woman nearly blew up my marriage once. And now I was using her like a pawn in a game I didn’t even want to play. But if it got me what I needed on Kosta, it would be worth it.I walked back into my office, running a hand through my hair, only to find it empty.Sylvia was gone.No note. No sign. Not a damn word.I let out a short breathy laugh, shaking my head.Typical.Storm into my office after days of silence, after telling me she hates me, looking like a mess in my clothes,

Mario’s POVI was fuming as I stormed out of the warehouse like a possessed man, I yanked the driver’s door open and slammed it shut behind me. The engine roared to life, and I didn’t think, I just drove. Fast. Reckless. My chest was tight, my jaw clenched so hard it ached.Sylvia.She had slept with someone else. That wasn’t even the worst part. The guy didn’t know her name. He harassed women. He didn’t even know who the hell she was, and he didn't respect her!Was that who she was now? Some stranger who let a creep like that touch her while I was losing my damn mind trying to build us the perfect life, trying to make sure she was happy and satisfied?I couldn’t stop shaking.I didn’t go to any of my apartments I’d been holed up in ever since she kicked me out. No. I went home. Our home. The one we built together.I pulled into the lawn so fast the tires skidded a little, then jumped out and stormed to the door. I didn’t knock. I banged.Hard.“Sylvia! Open this fucking door!” I shou

SYLVIA'S POVThe next few days after the talk with Mario were hard, hard in a way that had nothing to do with yelling or slamming doors. He didn’t scream at me or curse or throw things like I sometimes feared he might. No. He was just… gone.He moved around the house like a ghost, silent and withdrawn, like my presence physically exhausted him. He barely looked at me. When I spoke, his responses were clipped, and most times he didn’t respond at all. The distance between us was suffocating, and still, I couldn’t blame him. I didn’t expect forgiveness. Not from him. Not so soon. Maybe not ever.But it didn’t stop it from hurting.Especially now... especially as my birthday crept closer like some monster under the bed I couldn’t escape from. I had tried so hard to pretend this year would be different. I thought maybe with Mario around, I wouldn’t have to spiral like I always did. I wouldn’t have to drown in the memories alone.But Mario wasn’t even looking at me.And I guess… that was my