All Chapters of Trapped by my Ex’s Mafia Dad: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“The heck! Nathalie. Can’t you do one right thing.” I grunted under my breath as the girl daring enough to look straight into my eyes was blackmailing me. That’s another thing I was secretly admiring about her. No one… no one in the past decades had dared to even look at my face but she appeared to be an exception. Didn’t she feel afraid of it? “Your son is a so-called gay!” The words spurted out of her didn't sound as bad. But I was disappointed in my own son, who acted so dumb around people. Sometimes I wondered if he was even my son. The heir of the most feared mafia don. It was not like I was completely unaware of the truth, it was on his 16th birthday, when he passed high school, I threw a party for him and his friends. I got to know that my son was not what I thought he was. Everyone was enjoying the party but he went missing. Soon, I found out that he was not alone, a friend of his was also not seen at the party for a long time. I asked the security guards to check the CCT

What does he think of himself? I stomped my feet against the wooden floor. He left me here after deciding my fate. Was he a super power or what? Oh, I understood that he was a mafia don and everyone fears him. Yet, he needed to be very clear about it and I was not everybody. I was Bella, who was not accustomed to being controlled by anyone. I smirked, flipped my hair back, and I decided what I have to do. The moment he stormed out of the study, I made my move.I slipped through the hallways, keeping my steps light. The hall's view was not the same as it was last night. The chaos and mess I created had been cleared by the maids, it was organised and settled like it was upon my arrival last night.Watching my footsteps carefully, I walked past the hall and hid behind the main door. I could hear voices of the guards hurrying around, and Ronin, giving orders.I pulled my eye out from behind the door, Ronin’s car was parked, his men moving quickly, loading their weapons. I ducked low, m

Blood was spilling on the floor around making a pool, I was swimming in. I quickly turned off my skirt and wrapped it around. Apparently I was stuck among heartless goons who would not care about my wound but how they can use me against their agenda. “I swear, Ronin is not going to forgive you for this.” I grunted, as pain was taking my life away gradually. My teeth dung into my lower lip.“You better save your sister now. You dared to touch me. Now he’s going to take revenge by serving your sister.” I was throwing a warning on his face with such confidence as if it was going to happen in real life. As if he cares about me!Had he, he would blast the whole place but didn’t let these goons take me with them. I was disappointed in him for throwing me in the face of the jacks and running away. Mafia don! Huh, the name didn’t suit him much now. “Shut up!” A man came forward and pressed his toe into my wound. I let out a loud, painful scream. “You think you can torture me and win ove

The pain was so excruciating that even in the depths of unconsciousness, I could feel it—sharp, cruel shrills racing through my veins like fire. Every pulse sent a ripple of torment, and I couldn't escape it. I moaned, unable to suppress the whines that bubbled from deep within me, my body trembling. But my mind was fogged, distant, and the world around me was a blur. I couldn’t see who was close, couldn’t tell if someone had been feeding me, tending to me during the haze. It was as though I were trapped in a limbo, flickering between the realms of pain and darkness. The next moment, I was pulled back into a deeper sleep, but this time there was something—someone—moving me. My body jerked, and the sudden shift brought a fresh wave of agony that shot through my leg, stealing my breath. I couldn’t stop the soft whine that slipped from my lips, my mind racing to make sense of everything.Who was carrying me? Why was I being moved?And then, the scent—strong, familiar, and utterly unse

“I’m not satisfied… yeah, you got it,” I said, my voice low but tense as I looked Joseph in the eyes. He stood tall, calm as ever, but I knew he could see it—the storm written all over my face.We had won. Bella was back. We had outplayed Markos. At least, that’s what it *should’ve* felt like. But it didn’t. Something was wrong. Deeply, unsettlingly wrong. “I think you’re just overthinking,” Joseph said, trying to ease the tightness in the air. “Markos tried to kill you. He betrayed you. There’s no doubt he showed his true face. But we played through it. We won.”He was trying to fix everything that felt broken. Trying to wrap the chaos into a neat little victory. But my gut didn’t agree. “No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “He wouldn’t have just let Bella go. Not without a reason. He wouldn’t walk away like that unless…” I trailed off, my thoughts spiraling fast. Then it hit me. “Did you notice that?” I said suddenly, breaking the silence, my eyes wide with reali