All Chapters of Bought For His Son; Pleasured By The Don: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CASSANDRA FIVE HOURS AGO I watched from the window as he drove out of the house. This was the perfect time. Since that day in the kitchen, I had managed to observe and found a possible escape route. I knew for a fact guards were outside my room, and so I prepared a believable lie. I opened the door. “Ma'am, where are you headed?” one of them asked. “The room is hot; I need fresh air.” I made a move, but he blocked my path. “You're not allowed outside the premises.” “That's not what Alessandro promised! Call him right now," I replied. "He said I could move wherever I wanted, accompanied by guards.” “I'm afraid he just left the premises.” “And I'm supposed to wait, drenched in this suffocating room, until he returns?" I shot back, my voice rising. “What's your name?” “Ma'am, I—” “Your name!” I cut in. “I want to know what your boss has to say about this when he returns.” Silence streched between us, I silently prayed this would work. “I apologize, ma'am. We were also in

ALESSANDRO I sat in front of the CCTV monitors, staring at the blank screen, as Marco's threats repeated endlessly in my head.I wasn't moved by them. The nerve of him to think he could come here, bark orders, and I obey?This was supposed to be revenge, but I've taken an interest in her. Which means even if I have a gun to my head, she goes nowhere! But how did he know?How did Marco find out I was still on my premises?A frown settled on my face as I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the armrest of the chair I sat on. He had already searched this house before. Why would he come back?I ran a hand through my hair. “Someone talked,” I said, my voice carrying no trace of softness in it. It was pure anger.I shifted quickly, turning to the guards stationed behind me. They exchanged looks.“It’s not possible, boss,” the one with the scarred face replied. “No one would dare betray you.”I leaned back in my chair, but I knew someone already did. Because I made sure my circle was

Nathan The room was thick with smoke, the air suffocating, and yet I didn't open the windows. I just sat in my armchair, picked up another cigarette, and lit it. The first drag I took stung my eyes. I pulled another one. As I exhaled, the room seemed to be closing in, becoming smaller. Usually, smoking helped me run away from my problems—all my pent-up anger and frustration—but right now? It wasn't working! My heart was still tight with rage and bitterness, and for once, just this once, I craved peace. The phone rang, breaking me away from my thoughts. I didn't wait; I already knew who it was. Andrew. “Did you find her?” I asked hastily, trying to mask the edge in my voice. “Yes, don't worry too much; she's safe, and we are getting her out tonight.” The relief hit me so fast, but I kept my face the same. There was no time to let my guard down, at least not yet. “What’s the plan?” I asked. “There’s already an extraction team waiting for us. And if everyt

Cassandra It felt good being able to finally breathe again. I stood under the shower, cold water pouring from my head to all over my body. This felt like therapy. Days of having to pretend, strategizing on escape plans, and worrying about my mental health were finally over. I ran my hand over my wet hair, my eyes closed. Come to think of it, it's been months since I felt this type of peace. The door creaking open made me smile. I already knew who it was… His hand wrapped around my naked body. “Hey,” Marco whispered. I turned to him, smiling sheepishly. “Hi.” His hands trailed over my body, slowly, as if savoring each part. “I missed you,” he muttered. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to my chest, as he continued. “I felt empty without you; it scared me at some point, losing you… I tried imagining what he was doing to—” “Shhh,” I cut in, my fingers brushing his lips. “I'm safe now, in your arms, and rather than wallowing in sadness, why do

MARCO Cassandra was fast asleep, her head resting on me. She looked so peaceful, so perfect. I’d been telling her to make sure she gets enough rest, but every single time she wakes up from sleep, she still looks exhausted. Well, I guess that’s what pregnancy does. She mumbled something, her lashes fluttering just a little bit. God, how did I get so lucky? That was something I was never going to understand because Cassandra came into my life as a slave. I never thought we would get to this point. I never thought I would ever fall in love. And there was no right time I thought I would see Cassandra like this—calm, peaceful, letting her guard down completely. There were nights where the quiet between us was louder than any conflict. Days where she expressed how much she hated me. And now, we were together. She taught me what love was. She taught me love wasn’t about being tough. Love was gentle, quiet, dangerous, but in a beautiful way. And I was beyond grateful, because in al