Semua Bab Bound By The Mafia: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“You… gave me away?” Akiko’s voice cracked as she stared at her father across the table. Her heart sank as the man nodded, calm and unapologetic, fingers laced together, cigarette smoke curling around him. “You’re just a guarantee. I’m not selling you off permanently. Once I pay the debt, I’ll bring you home,” he explained, as if discussing business, not his own daughter. Akiko’s throat tightened. Guarantee? As if she were an object—something to be loaned and reclaimed at will. “I’m not a thing, Dad. You can’t just… hand me over and pick me up when you feel like it.” Her voice wavered, her nineteen-year-old frame shrinking under the weight of disappointment. “You promised,” she whispered."You said… you’d never hurt me again. No more pain. No more of this.” But promises meant nothing here—in this cold, suffocating mansion that reeked of memories she spent her entire life trying to forget. Her father exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is the only way.” His gaze

Akiko sat quietly on the edge of the unfamiliar room. Her suitcase sat unopened on the floor beside her, the expensive apartment around her pristine and cold. This wasn't her home. It never would be. Glen had brought her here the night before—not to work, not yet—but to settle her in, like a pet being shown its new cage. Her first day wouldn't be spent in the office; it would be spent unpacking, adjusting, understanding exactly how much of her freedom she'd lost. She knew Glen would be the one controlling her life from now on. There was no point continuing her treatment. Even if, by some miracle, the cancer didn't kill her… her future no longer belonged to her. And how could she afford it anyway? Glen had said he'd cover her living expenses in that cold, expensive apartment—but that was only to keep her trapped. That wasn't real freedom. That wasn't the future. It was survival. On his terms. So what was the point? The endless medication… the hospital bills… the constant reminder t

“Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want to stay with me… or go home… with your Father?”Akiko's eyes didn’t waver. She kept them fixed on Mr. Eloise—the man who had made her life a living nightmare. Even now, as he stood there, desperate, remorseful… she couldn’t meet his eyes."I want to speak with him alone," Akiko requested quietly."Five minutes," Glen replied curtly.Mr. Eloise's steps echoed down the hall as they left the room, his face carrying a fragile mix of false hope and regret. For the first time in years, his expression wasn’t cold, but desperate—and trembling."Akiko…" His voice cracked the moment they stopped. "I know I’ve failed you. I’ve been… a terrible father. But I want to fix this. Please… come home. Let me do right by you."Akiko’s lips curved into a bitter, empty smile. "It’s too late," she replied flatly. Her eyes didn’t meet his—they stayed distant, fixed somewhere far beyond him, like he wasn’t even worth seeing."If you’d treated me like your daughter when it mat

The faint click of the door handle broke the silence. Glen stepped inside, sharp eyes landing on her. In his hand — a sleek, luxurious black dress. “Wear this,” he ordered coolly, holding it out to her. “We’re going somewhere. Make sure you look good.” Akiko didn’t move. The towel clung to her damp skin, her hair still dripping from the shower. She hadn’t expected him to barge in — though, by now, she should’ve known better. "Can't you knock first?" Akiko snapped, irritated by his intrusion. Yes, the apartment was his, but she was still a woman—she deserved privacy. "I do what I want," Glen shrugged, unfazed. His hand remained steady, the fabric dangling between them like a silent command. Reluctantly, Akiko took the dress. The silk was smooth beneath her fingers, elegant… but short. Too short. “Is there nothing else?” she asked, inspecting the outfit with mild distaste. “What’

The faint morning light crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom.Akiko stirred awake, her body aching with the ghost of last night’s bruises.She didn’t move — partly because of the pain, partly because of the arm draped heavily around her waist.Glen.His breath was steady, his face peaceful in sleep. The sharp edges of his features softened — no cruel words, no possessive grip — only the illusion of quiet.For a brief second, Akiko allowed herself to stare. In sleep, Glen almost looked human. Almost.Her gaze drifted lower — to the faint red marks beneath her sleeve. A quiet reminder of his anger.She slipped out of bed carefully, avoiding his arm. Her bare feet padded silently across the cold floor as she grabbed clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.The apartment was eerily quiet as they had breakfast. Glen scrolled through his phone, his coffee untouched. Akiko sat across fro