All Chapters of Trapped by my Ex’s Mafia Dad: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I slammed the washroom door behind me and fell against the sink, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My reflection in the mirror looked back at me, wild eyes, flushed cheeks, a face that barely looked like mine anymore.I twisted the tap on full, shoved my head forward, and stuck my tongue out under the icy stream. I scrubbed at it with my fingers until they went raw, then snatched up the soap and lathered it, gagging as the bitter taste filled my mouth. The water kept running, swirling down the drain, but the filth clung to me in a way no amount of washing could erase.The shit may have been gone, but the disgust wasn’t. I could feel it, crawling inside me, rotting me from within. I pressed my forehead to the mirror, trembling.“I’ll never be clean again,” I whispered, hating the sound of my own voice. “I’ll never forgive myself for this. Never.”My stomach lurched, and I gagged into the sink, retching until bile burned my throat. Still, I turned the soap over in my hands and sc

Lena paced under the old tree, her back pressed to the trunk, every muscle taut with nerves. The night air was damp, but her palms were sweating, her wristwatch glowing faintly as she checked it again and again.11:56pm.The back door would open soon, just like it did every night, when the employees dumped Marco’s filth into the waiting trucks. At 11:59, the trucks would roll out through the side gate, Bella’s only chance to slip away unnoticed.Lena’s chest tightened. She had never done this for anyone before. Not for the other maids who cried themselves to sleep. Not for the ones who whispered about running. Bella was different. She wasn’t family. She hadn’t bribed her. Yet something in Lena’s heart refused to let her rot in Marco’s prison.“Come on, Bella,” Lena whispered to the dark, her voice shaking. “You can’t be late. Not tonight.”Her pulse thudded faster with every passing second.11:57.The truck’s headlights flickered in the distance, bouncing off the walls of the mansion’

Time has its own way of slipping past, leaving us clinging to the remnants of our hopes, fears, and broken hearts shaping reality into something it never truly was.I wasn’t prepared for this. Not for the sight of Ronin in the state he was in now. I had expected him to be out there, living, moving on. Not this.I sank into the sofa, pulling my knees to my chest, as if bracing myself against the weight of it all.“Since when has he been like this?” I asked John, who entered quietly, a glass in hand.“Since you left,” he replied, his voice heavy with sorrow. “He hasn’t been the same. My boss he’s never fallen this low before. He started drinking like he’s trying to drown himself.”I swallowed hard, then forced out the question that had been gnawing at me. “And Nathalie? Any word from him?”John shook his head. “No. Boss sent him away after your abduction. We haven’t heard from him since.”I gave a faint gesture, dismissing him. Left alone, my gaze drifted to the half-open window where t

“I saw your man at Marco’s place,” I said softly.Ronin froze mid-bite, the slice of bread slipping from his hand. His sharp gaze snapped to me, eyes narrowing like blades ready to cut.“Name him,” he demanded, voice flat but deadly.I could see the storm in his eyes, the kind of rage that could devour a man whole. I reached out, placing my hand on his, rubbing the veins that stood out against his skin.“Calm down,” I urged. “I know you feel betrayed, but we have to play this smart.”His silence pressed on me, so I continued.“I was taking coffee to Suzie’s room when I overheard their conversation. They’re planning to kill you. But the good thing is, we know their move. He can’t do more than we allow.”Ronin leaned back, eyes unreadable. He picked up the slice again, chewing as though the calmness was forced onto his face.“Hmm. Then tell me the name,” he said finally. “I want to know who stuck the knife in my back.”“Archer,” I whispered. “It was him.”Ronin finished his breakfast wi

My heart was unsure about my actions, but my curiosity was forcing me to cross my boundaries and break those promises. “Give this tray to me.” I commanded the maid. “And don’t tell Ronin about it. Do you get me?” I gawked at him, just so she couldn’t think of passing the information to her boss. “Don’t worry mam, I will keep it a secret.” She said,After she went away, I faced the basement door in front of me. The cool breath of the underground air touched my skin, crawling over me until shivers ran down my spine. My grip tightened around the tray handles as I pushed the door open with my leg.The hall was quiet, still, the only life in it the glittering row of bottles behind the polished bar counter, Ronin’s prized collection, standing guard like mute witnesses. My heels clicked softly as I made my way across, each step echoing too loudly, carrying me toward the room at the far end. She had to be there. Ronin always kept his “guests” in that room.I drew a steadying breath and kno