Semua Bab Mafia's Contract Wife: A Crazy Chemistry: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Sarah’s POVThe next day came in a flash. Vince and I headed to the penthouse, and it was then that I realized that the penthouse was a place for their operations. Although some of his subordinates lived there, it was mainly because they had no home of their own–no family. Vince had recruited them – orphans and individuals whose parents had sold them off - yet he still treated them like family. And for the first time, I felt like it was a family and not a syndicate. Although there was betrayal, it was always eliminated, leaving only the loyal ones over time. Vince introduced me to a woman, whom he said would be training me, Juliana. I was thrilled. Thrilled that I could finally be useful when the time comes. It was already afternoon, and Vince had left to attend to some other matters. I had been training for hours with little breaks in between.I adjusted my grip on the pistol again, my palms already damp. This would be the 100th time I would be trying to shoot."Again," Julianna s

Sarah’s POV I gripped the gun hard, feeling unfathomable emotions rise in my chest. I wanted to do it. To shoot her in the arms and legs, where it would be painful without killing her, yet I could not do it. It wasn't her fault. In the end, the person I should be shooting was Eloha–the mastermind behind everything.I walked up to her, seeing her cower in fright. I slapped her hard across the face, seeing her lips tear. Blood gushed out, yet I had a deadpan expression on my face. This was enough, I thought. I handed the gun back to Vince, seeing his lips curl up into a smirk.When the two siblings left, he turned to look at me. “You're too soft.” He said, and I shrugged my shoulders. “The person I should be shooting is Eloha, not her puppet,” I stated, before going back to sit on the table. My spaghetti carbonara had turned cold, yet I still ate it like that. I felt Vince’s gaze on me. I knew he wanted to know if I was really okay or just acting it out. The truth was that the

Sarah’s POV The last thing I remembered was taking an Uber. I wanted to surprise Vince with a meal, so I headed to the market to get some ingredients.In our one month of marriage, I figured he had not tasted food prepared by me. I had felt that the route the driver had taken seemed suspicious, and it wasn't long before I was drugged with ether–I fell unconscious.When I opened my eyes again, what greeted me was the white ceiling above. My mind was hazy, and my vision was a little unfocused before it returned to normal. I jolted up, my eyes wide open, replaying the scene in my head.I had been kidnapped! I stared around, but it seemed like a normal hotel room. I tried to get out of bed, but felt a restriction on my arms and legs. Just as I tried to make sense of my current situation, the door flung open, and a burly man walked in. He stared at me, his gaze showing a hint of amusement which I could not quite understand. “The damsel is awake?” The man asked, his lips curling up

Sarah’s POV When I reached the gate, I paused, my eyes moving to stare at the familiar person outside–My father. Why was he here, I thought as my face deadpanned. “You…you're finally here.” He said, rushing over to pull me, but I backed away. “Why are you here?” I asked, my face twisting in something that could not be described. Hatred? “You- why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, yet I kept mute. I did not have time to talk to the likes of him, who would abandon his own daughter for some filthy woman and her daughter. What father does that?“Get straight to the point.” Said, straightening my back. I could tell he was hesitant about something, but in the end, he took a deep breath before speaking.“I know you hate Eloha, but please consider your father. The business is plummeting, so we wondered if you could help us invest. You would be saving your own family.” He said, and I stared at him, my eyes shining with amusement. He wanted me to save the company? Where was he whe

Sarah’s POV“Twenty thousand, going once, going twice…”“Sold to the gentleman in the VIP section!” Only the announcer’s voice could be heard. The air was thick–everyone was stunned, including me. Vince had bought the black gem for twenty times its original price! I could hear the murmurs coming from the hall, and I could not help but want to turn to look at Vince –the expression he had when he got a single gemstone pendant for twenty thousand euros. Yet as I tried to turn, he stopped me from doing so. When the auction ended, he asked Coco to make the payment and send the single jewelry back to the mansion while we entered the car and left. The ride back was silent, the weight of what was coming pressing between us. Vince’s jaw was set, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel. He didn't let the chauffeur drive, and I didn’t ask questions.We didn’t head home. Instead, the car pulled into an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick w