Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

SYLVIA'S POV "So that's a rose," Isabel started, waving the tiny pink box in front of my face. "It has instructions, and you can watch tutorials on YouTube." She winked like this was the most normal conversation in the world.I swallowed hard, my face heating up as she reached for two more boxes and held them up with a smirk."Black or white dildo?"My mouth went dry. I could not believe this was happening.I glanced from one to the other, my hands itching to snatch them away and throw them into the abyss where no one would ever see them again."I’ll go with the white one," I muttered, barely above a whisper. "Mario’s white."As soon as the words left my mouth, I mentally slapped myself. Did I really just say that?Isabel let out a sharp bark of laughter."Oh my God Sylvia! You did not just say that."I refused to meet her eyes as I grabbed the box and shoved it into my jacket like I was committing a crime."The staff will think you're stealing if you hold it like that," she nudged m

SYLVIA'S POVI woke up feeling giddy. It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it.Stretching lazily, I reached for my phone and checked the time, and it was past 7 a.m. I had to get up. But my eyes flickered to my last conversation with Mario, and heat crept up my neck."Better not be late to work tomorrow. I might punish you."I bit my lip, shaking my head. He was dangerous. The kind of man who could mess with my head and body without even touching me.Forcing myself out of bed, I took a quick cold shower to clear my mind. My fingers hesitated on my skin, remembering last night and how I'd almost used the sex toys, but I pushed the thought away.I dried off and walked into my closet, already knowing what I was going to wear. Isabel had picked it out last night before leaving; a black satin blouse with a deep V that hinted at cleavage and a pencil skirt that hugged every curve. It was sleek, professional, but sexy, exactly what Isabel had intended."If you’re going to be the wife and P

SYLVIA'S POV The next two days went by in a blur. I ordered takeout, rotted away on the couch, my phone switched off, my eyes glued to the TV news channel, drowning in the endless cycle of my own destruction.When I wasn’t watching TV, I was reading every article I could find about myself. The internet had no mercy. Insults, mockery, people tearing me apart piece by piece, all of it made worse by the fact that I knew they were right. I had become the joke of the week, the woman who had lost control in the most public way possible.By the third day, Isabel had come by. She knocked on the door for nearly an hour, her voice getting more frantic with each passing minute. But I stayed silent.“I know you’re in there, Sylvia. Just reply, at least let me know you’re okay. Pick up the phone!” But I stayed quiet. I couldn't face anyone, not even her.On day four, things took another turn. The 5 o’clock news was on when everything went downhill again. I was curled up in a blanket on the couch,

Sylvia POV"Is this really a good idea?" I asked for the umpteenth time as we stepped out of the black limousine and headed toward the private jet. And of course, just as I was thinking it couldn’t get worse, there they were, two reporters, chasing after us like paparazzi on a mission."Mr. Mario Salvatore, are you fleeing with your wife?" they asked, almost in perfect unison.Mario stopped in his tracks, staring them down. I swear, the way he looked at them made the reporters flinch, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he did it. He had that effect on people."If we were fleeing, trust me, you wouldn't know. Now, run along before I have you arrested for trespassing," Mario said, his voice calm but with a dangerous edge.The reporters didn’t hesitate for a second. They scrambled away, cameras in hand, and I swear I saw them look over their shoulders like they were trying to escape a wild animal. Mario turned back to me with a playful smirk."Do you think I’m scary?" he ask

Sylvia“Come on, let’s check out what your shopper got for me,” I said, tugging Mario’s hand after pulling away from our hug. But he didn’t budge.“I have a couple of things to—”“No, not right now!” I cut him off sharply, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m not doing this with you. If you were going to be so busy, why didn’t you just let me stay back in New York instead of dragging me out here, into the middle of nowhere to be bored out of my mind?”Mario sighed, already looking tired. “You needed a break from all that chaos.”“If I wanted a break and a solo vacation, I would’ve picked somewhere with palm trees and cocktails, not this lake house where the only highlight of my day will be waving at the neighbor.” I folded my arms tightly, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re either coming upstairs with me or I’m walking right out that door.”There was a pause. Then another long sigh from him before he finally gave in, taking my hand and walking toward the stairs.“You’re so