All Chapters of THE DON'S PROPERTY: A Price Paid In The Dark.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara's pov“No!” “Please!” I exclaimed, trying to free my hand from the man's grip, but it felt so strong. I dipped my toes firmly on the floor with every ounce of strength in me, dragging myself out of his grip.Just as I had freed myself, I ran back to where my father was. I wouldn't dare go so close to him so I stood beside him. He glared at me like I was a ticking time bomb that would ruin everything.The man stepped closer to me, but as he drew nearer to me, I backed away, taking a step backward for every step he took forward, but there was nowhere to run to, he caught me in his grip again, and turned me toward someone else—the boss who had spoken with my father earlier.He stepped closer, and I almost peed on my underwear. I had almost fainted when he reached for something in his pocket–a barrel.“Remind me,” his voice soft and mocking. “What’s your name again?”I hesitated, my throat tightened with fear. “Elara,” I managed to whisper.“Elara,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting

Elara's povJust as I lifted the knife, a firm hand grabbed my arm, distracting me from my thoughts. I gasped as the knife fell from my hand and clattered to the floor. I turned and saw a figure standing there, his face filled with concern. “Hey! Stop,” he said, his voice soothing but steady. A man in his late twenties, wearing a plain white chef's coat that fit his strong build. His bright eyes gleamed with deep concern.At that moment, a mixture of gratitude and disappointment washed over me. Without hesitation, he guided me away from the countertop, picked up the knife, and placed it back in its place. He didn’t ask me questions; instead, he understood that silence was what I needed. He placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me to a chair nearby. “Just breathe,” he suggested softly. I tried to focus on my breath, but the tears that wanted to escape my eyes wouldn't let me. He knelt before me, his gentle taps on my shoulder reassuring as he waited patiently fo

Marco stared at her for what felt like an eternity. It was as if he were searching for a reason to stop—but he found none. Instead, he found more reasons to continue.The innocence in her eyes kept pushing him. He had to know if it was just in her gaze or if it was truly a part of her.Elara was breathtaking. Her curly black hair fell wildly down her back, damp from the shower. Her figure was perfect in its own way.She wasn’t overly curvy, but everything about her was just the right size—her breasts, her waist, her long legs.Her brown eyes, deep and filled with resistance, seemed to bore into his soul. He couldn’t stop; he would be crazy to stop.His grip on her remained firm, pinning her hands above her head. She was powerless in his hold, but that didn’t stop her from fighting. Her legs kicked against the ground.Yet her gaze remained fixed on him, watching him intently.She was trying to understand if he truly knew what he was doing, just like he had claimed.For a fleeting momen

Marco’s POVThe morning air was cold, but I barely felt it. The pounding in my skull was far worse. Whiskey clung to my tongue, leaving behind a bitter taste. I hated this feeling—hungover, sluggish, out of control.Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rolled my shoulders, working out the stiffness. Last night was a blur. I could barely remember making it upstairs, but Elara had filled in the blanks for me earlier."You were drunk, sir. I helped you up the stairs. Your door wouldn’t open, so I let you sleep in my room."That was all she said. And me? I hadn’t cared enough to question it.Because it didn’t matter.What mattered was my business.My shipment had been seized, and I was wasting time.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialed Vittorio. It didn’t even ring twice before he picked it up."Capo," he greeted, his voice sharp and awake."Updates." I didn’t have the patience for small talk."We’ve been working on it. The officials who took the shipment are demanding a bigger

Marco finally had his shipments back. Thanks to Rosina’s father, who accompanied Marco to the officials who could help release his goods, the deal went through.Despite his better judgment, Marco accepted their help. He understood, though, that favors like this came at a cost.Rosina would want something in return, and he knew she always got what she wanted.The thought of it left a sour feeling in his stomach as he entered the house.The silence inside felt heavy, almost suffocating.Tension clung to him, and even though the long night of negotiations had ended successfully, he didn’t feel relieved.There was no sense of victory.As he slowly climbed the stairs, his fingers traced the cool banister, each step quiet and careful.Years of living on the edge had taught him to always listen carefully—to be aware of what others wanted to hide.A distant clock ticked in the hallway, a constant reminder that time was slipping away from him.Then he heard Elara’s voice.It was soft and distan