All Chapters of Trapped by the Mafia Boss : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sylvia’s POVThe smell of bacon and hot chocolate drifted into my nose, gently pulling me out of sleep. I blinked one eye open, the morning light soft against the curtains. Mario was at the far end of the room, sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.As soon as he heard me stir, he looked up and smiled... wide, warm, and boyish.“Morning, sunshine,” he grinned, and just like that, my cheeks warmed. That was all it took for me to blush like some lovesick teenager.“You’re awake,” he said as he closed the book and stood up. He walked over, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, then scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing.“Mario—” I started, half-laughing, half-protesting.“Shhh,” he hushed me with a grin, carrying me into the bathroom like it was the most normal thing in the world.He set me gently on my feet in front of the sink. “Brush. Your hot chocolate’s getting cold,” he said, his voice lower now, softer, eyes on me through the mirror.I stared back

Sylvia POVWhen Jackson finally let me go, I crumpled to the floor, coughing so hard I thought I was going to choke on air.“You fucking stay out of my business or you’ll fucking hate me, Sylvia. Keep your fucking nose out of my marriage,” Jackson growled, leaning in close enough that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His eyes were wild, unhinged, like a man barely holding it together.Then he was gone, storming out and slamming the door so hard the hinges rattled.I sat there, stunned, trying to gather my thoughts, my heart still hammering in my chest. My limbs trembled as I forced myself to stand and stumbled into the bathroom. I needed to see it. Needed to know if the pain on my neck was as bad as it felt.When I looked in the mirror, I froze.A dark, angry red imprint of his hand was stamped across my throat.I lifted my fingers to trace it, wincing. It looked horrible. I let out a shaky sigh.That’s what I get for trying to help someone, I thought bitterly.My first instin

SYLVIA'S POV"He's going to regret ever laying his hands on you." That was the only thing Mario said before he grabbed his phone from the table and swiftly turned to the staff. "Send the bill to my Financial PA, he’ll sort it out." His voice was firm, his jaw clenched as he shot a quick glance my way before heading toward the door."Mario, wait!" I called out, rushing to grab my bag. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to stop him or explain myself. The whole restaurant seemed to freeze as we passed, every eye on us, whispers following our every step.By the time I reached the car door, Mario was already inside the car, engine running, his hands gripping the wheel like he was ready to tear the world apart. The door slammed shut as I slid into the passenger seat, my heart pounding.He pulled away without a word, the tires squealing slightly as we sped down the street. I opened my mouth, tried to find the right words, but nothing came out. How could I explain? How could I justify not telling

Sylvia’s POVEverything was plain white when my eyes fluttered open.The ceiling, the sheets, even the blinding light above me, it all blended into a hazy blur. The sterile smell of antiseptic clung to my nostrils. A dull, persistent throbbing pulsed at my neck, and when I tried to move, a tight tug held me back.A neck brace.My breath caught, panic creeping in slowly, until the door burst open.Footsteps echoed, fast and urgent. A doctor in a white coat rushed in, followed by two nurses. Their expressions shifted between worry and focus as they circled me.“Check her pulse again... blood pressure’s stable, oxygen okay,” one nurse said, scribbling onto a clipboard.The doctor leaned over me. “Signora… can you hear me? What is your name?”My lips parted. “Sylvia… Sylvia.”“Good,” he nodded. “Do you know what day it is?”I blinked. “No. I… I don’t remember.”“That’s okay. You’ve been unconscious for nearly twenty-four hours. You had severe bruising around your neck, likely from attemp

SYLVIA’S POVMario helped me sit up, one arm behind my back, the other holding his phone to his ear. He was barking orders, fast and urgent, but I was too out of it to follow what he was saying. My head was spinning again, the medicine pulling me under, but I caught one thing... “At the front!” and then his voice was gone, replaced by my own weak protest.“I don’t want to go,” I mumbled, trying to fall back into the bed. My body was heavy, every part of me aching, but Mario didn’t listen. He shushed me gently, scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and started moving.I clung to his shirt, pressing my face into his chest. His heart was beating fast.“Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. “I like your skin better.”My fingers were tangled in the fabric. I think I was smiling, but I wasn’t sure. Mario didn’t answer. He just started running.We burst through the hallway, my head bouncing slightly against his shoulder with each step. Two nurses appeared in front of us, bloc