All Chapters of Trapped by my Ex’s Mafia Dad: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He was stressed like someone has turned his world upside down, I had seen the worry on his face when he entered the room. Yet, the facade of cruelty was unmoveable. I knew that he had been keeping something inside him which needed to be unleashed.How dare he leave me forgotten over here? Did he know he didn’t feed me anything? I fluffed my face and sat in the corner after mingling with him, my energy was drooping low, it was hard to even move my arm.It was clear that I couldn’t fight with him, so I chose to be angry, assuming he would be intrigued to know the reason. Exactly that happened, he came towards me, wearing a smirk on his crisp lips.I had my reasons to hate him, push him aside and not look in his eyes, no matter how hard they attracted me towards him. Although he seems different today, more polite and timid.What was wrong with him? He was giving me anxiety now. I was worried for him. But why? Did he deserve this? I had no answer but soft corners developing in my heart fo

The sky was dark tonight, one of those moonlight heavens covered with heavy clouds roaring high. “The calm and beautiful this palace looks from the outside, the more horrible it is from the inside.” I mumbled to the skies, while I stood in the balcony with my arms crossed on my chest. Nathalie had left, ronin had locked himself in the study with john, planning their next move and immediately stop the rush of this controversy to stop it from further ruining his image. With a drift of breeze I reminisced the warmth of ronin arms around me, the moment spent with him in the bed. It would be a lie to say that he meant nothing for me. He was gradually started to become something. “I hope he was blessed with a better son, Nathalie was nothing more than a headache.” Traced my eyes to the sky and saw a light blinking there, it was the airplane. I thought of Nathalie, but it was never a pleasant thought. “Want to get cold?” Ronin said from behind. “I wanted to breath.” I said instead.“So

Ugh, I couldn’t hear a single word. The door muffled everything, and my frustration was mounting with each passing second. What on earth were they whispering about in there? Some secret plan, no doubt, and here I was, cast aside like an unwanted extra.He should trust my intelligence, I thought bitterly. I’m smart, far smarter than he gives me credit for.I remembered once helping old Aunt Mariah find her lost ring. Everyone else had been tearing apart the house, crawling under sofas, shaking cushions like madmen, and I was calm, composed, brilliant, pointed out that she had been kneading dough in the kitchen earlier. Sure enough, the poor ring was stuck in a lump of floury bread waiting to be baked. Aunt Mariah declared me a genius, practically kissed my hands, and for a whole week the family treated me like Sherlock Holmes.So why not now? If I could find a gold ring in a lump of dough, surely I could help Ronin find his son. Rings, sons, same difference, really. Both small, both ea

“Suzie… my darling… Suziee…” Marco sang her name in a mocking rhythm, each note laced with twisted delight. His voice bounced off the high walls as he marched me through enormous wooden doors that creaked open into a grand hall.The space was vast and cold, the marble floor gleaming beneath an antique centerpiece, an elaborate sculpture of some forgotten goddess, proud and merciless. I stood there, my hands bound in front of me, the ropes biting into my wrists as I tried to stay still, to look obedient.My nose burned, my eyes stung. The tear gas still lingered in my body, making every breath sharp. My swollen eyes weren’t from crying this time, but from the poison Marco had thrown into the air.A maid appeared, her hair pulled neatly into a bun, a white cap pinned above it. She bowed slightly before speaking, her voice careful. “Madam Suzie is in the middle of her Spanish spa, sir.”Marco chuckled, his grin stretching wider. “Tell her to come out. I’ve brought home something special

Flaunting her silk gown, Suzie walked gracefully down the stairs, her little puppy leaping from her arms and scampering straight to its silver food bowl. The hall filled with the sound of its playful paws against the marble floor.“Good morning, honey,” she sang sweetly, swirling toward Marco’s chair at the long dining table. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to his jaw.Marco glanced at her with his usual quiet detachment, touching her hand gently. “Good morning,” he murmured. “How was your kitty party?”“Oh, perfect,” Suzie replied, settling into the chair a maid quickly pulled out for her. She rested her manicured hand on the table, making sure the diamond on her finger caught the morning light. “You know, everyone had their eyes on my ring.”She twisted it proudly, letting the gem sparkle. “Julia gasped the moment she saw it, ‘Suzie, darling, I swear this stone could blind someone!’ she said.” Suzie laughed, recalling the moment with relish. “And Clara?