Semua Bab Trapped by my Ex’s Mafia Dad: Bab 21 - Bab 30

If it was a joke? Then it was the last thing I wanted. The mafia king was kidding me to force me into marriage with his son. Hah… I stomped my feet on the floor as helplessness escaped from my lips, never in my life had I felt so miserable, and vulnerable. For a matter of fact, I knew that this could not be true, he was just trying to trap. Then a part of me was convinced by the tale he told me. So it was… I was convinced! My father, I had spent my life believing that she left me alone in this world to live a miserable and poor life. Had I known he was alive, I would have done my beat to find him. “Mam… boss is calling you downstairs.” The maid came in to inform me. I exchanged a gaze with her and then looked down at my feet which were wrapped in bandages. “Does your boss not know that I can’t walk? Or he wants me to fall on my face.” I said, smothering my hair back, and then I turned to face the bed and sat on its edge. Due to standing for a while, my feet began to ache so bad.

“Ugh… shameless.” I pinched my eyes closer and turned my back on them as they started kissing each other right in front of me. Had they not been familiar with the word privacy and boundaries?Who on the earth kiss his girlfriend openly and began undressing her?Well, I believe it was just another norm at a mafia don place. They go about fucking their girlfriends like no one was watching.“Ah… that’s a good kiss, but I want a more passionate one.” I heard Lily demanding more like his mistress. I clenched on the fabric on my dress as irritation began bubbling inside me like hell.I felt like someone ate a whole cupcake in front of me while I starved for it half of my life. I was enraged, and furious.Oh girl, he was never your type. Then why the hell are you feeling envious? I reminded myself, trying to shake off the uneasy churn in my stomach.A door creaked open, followed by a loud thud. Their moans, which had been echoing faintly through the hallway, were now muffled behind that shut

“How could she be anyone’s but not mine!” I thought looking at her innocent face surprised to see me behind her, wearing the same dress I put on her when she was unconscious, groaning mildly when I pulled up her underwear and my hand touched her wounded leg.Shockingly I felt her pain, it seemed like someone screwed my leg after slicing it off. I winced, for the first time in my life. Or probably second. It was long ago though.She had called me names, indeed, Nathalie was right. I had heard it all by my ears. Yet, it was strange that it didn’t infuriate me at least. I was ready to forgive her every single mistake just like children are always exempted from punishment.She was the same for me, a child, a beloved. A rose too delicate to pluck. Yet what enraged me was the fact that she couldn’t be mine. No matter what I feel for her, I could never marry her.She belongs to my son my good-for-nothing son.I clenched my fist at my side, fury pulsing through my veins like a storm on the br

I ran as fast as I could in those damn heels and that suffocating gown, one hand clamped over my mouth to stop myself from vomiting. That freakish, cold, artificial touch still lingered on my skin unnatural, invasive. It made my stomach churn and clawed open fears I had buried deep, so deep I’d almost convinced myself they didn’t exist.The moment I reached the room, I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the floor, my limbs giving out as if every ounce of energy had been drained from my body. My back hit the cold marble, and I lay there, gasping for breath, shaking like a leaf caught in a storm.“Monster. He is a damn monster,” I whispered under my breath, voice hoarse with rage and fear. I yanked my gown up to my knees, the silk twisting around my thighs as I fumbled with the straps of my heels. My fingers trembled violently, the panic attack still clawing at my chest like a rabid animal.“If Ronin likes him so much, then why doesn’t he marry him?” I spat, kicking one shoe off w

It felt wrong in every possible way immoral, reckless, disgusting even and yet, for a fleeting moment, it hadn’t stopped me.Kissing my son’s wife.The realization hit like a punch in the gut. I recoiled instantly, breath catching in my throat as I shoved her back, putting space sanity between us. Her eyes widened, lips parted in disbelief, hair falling messily over her shoulders like the moment had never happened, or maybe like it had happened too many times before.And then, right on cue, there was a knock at the door.Sharp. Intentional.“He’s here,” I muttered, dragging a shaky hand through my hair, trying to breathe through the sudden weight pressing down on my chest. My fingers fumbled with my pants, looping the belt through the holes with a clumsy urgency. The air in the room was thick humid with shame and panic.She was still bare from the waist up, rifling through the mess of clothes with frustration etched across her face.“For God’s sake, just put on the gown you wore earli