All Chapters of Beneath the Don’s Control: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kiann's PovI slammed the phone down. "Find Franco."It crashed against the wall, the screen shattering. How dare Franco sabotaged the shipment of my gold? "Fucking shit!" I cursed, pacing. My butler silently approached and lit my cigarette. I took a deep drag, exhaling slowly.Is that the reason why Franco's distanced himself from me lately? Whenever I called him, he claimed he was with his family. He couldn't even meet my eyes. How did I miss it?"Do I have any appointments today?" I asked coldly, my Italian accent cutting through the silence."No, Señorito," he replied.I nodded once and stormed out of my penthouse.I was a loyal friend, a solid business partner, and a good investor—but once you crossed me, the ruthless and merciless mafia ruler of all rulers, you'd learn why no one dared interfere with my plans."To the warehouse," I ordered my driver. He obeyed instantly. I didn't bring any of my bodyguards this time.Being mafia came with its price. I received threats regular

Kiann's POVSomething ignited me the moment I saw how she stood her ground—something I'd never felt toward any woman before.If it were any other girl, I knew exactly what I'd get—hungry eyes, flirtatious smiles, and the subtle invitation to drag them into my bed.But not her.Her face defied everything about me. Disgust. Annoyance. Hatred.I scanned her. Every instinct screamed to walk away.But there was something about her that kept me still.Something I wanted to understand.I was intrigued—and that curiosity was dangerous.I left her in Antonio's care as I stepped outside with Alexander."Lock her in one of my private estates," I ordered coldly.Alexander looked stunned. "You're keeping the witness?" he asked, his tone amused—but underneath, I could hear the protest.I didn't answer."You know what'll happen if you go through with this." There was warning in his voice, but I simply lit a cigarette and placed it between my lips."I know exactly what I'm doing," I said. "And...inv

Crystal’s POVHindi ko pa rin matanggap na nahuli ako ni Kiann nang ganoon lang. Sa hirap ng pinagdaanan ko para lang makatakas, gano’n lang niya ako kabilis nahagip.At ang mas masakit—kusa akong sumama sa kanya.Hindi. Kailangan kong makatakas ulit. Dapat makaalis na ako sa impyernong ito.Hindi ako puwedeng magtagal dito.Kailangan kong planuhin nang maigi ang bawat galaw, lalo pa’t si Antonio ay palaging nakabantay. Alam kong hindi ko na sila mauuto—lalo na si Kiann.Ang pag-igting ng kanyang panga ang una kong napansin pagpasok pa lang namin sa kotse.“Don’t you know how dangerous this place is?” tanong niya, malamig ang boses at mas lalong madilim ang tingin. Hindi ko siya sinagot. Tumitig lang ako sa kawalan.“And running away will never work on me.” Nakapatong ang siko niya sa bintana ng sasakyan. Kita ko banda dito ang namumutok niyang ugat sa braso.My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.“You’ll wait for your punishment after my business meeting,” he warned. Hindi ko man i

Crystal’s PovHindi ko alam kung anong klaseng parusa ang tinutukoy ni Kiann, pero mula noong isang araw, ni anino niya ay hindi ko na nakita.He locked everything—mas lalo pa akong naging isolated sa kwartong ’to. Kaniyang tinakpan ang glass wall ng itim na tela.Buong araw akonv nakahiga sa kama, tila nag-ugat na lang ako doon. Palagi ko ng tinatanggihan ang pagkain o di kaya’y hinahayaan ko na itong lumamig. Si Alexander na ngayon ang madalas kong kasama. Malayo siya kay Antonio—habang si Antonio ay walang pakialam, si Alexander naman ay palaging nakatingin na para bang isa akong puzzle na sinusubukan niyang buuin.“Nasaan si Kiann?” Hindi ko na napigilang itanong at upang magkaroon na rin ng ingay ang kwartong ito. Ang dami kasing bumabagabag sa isip ko.Ito ba ang gusto niya?Na siya ang iniisip ko palagi?Walanghiya talaga ang Kiann na iyon.“What is he doing?”Saglit niya akong tinitigan bago umubo ng peke, saka sinagot ang tanong ko.“Busy siya sa maraming bagay,” kalmado niy

Crystal's POVKiann was sitting on my bed—waiting for me. Naka-ready na ako sa mga damit na binili niya para sa akin: isang violet dress above the knees. Siya naman, khaki trousers, black belt, at white polo shirt na parang laging bagong plantsa.Pagkabangon ko, agad siyang lumapit at nilagyan ako ng handcuffs."Can't I put make-up on first?" singhal ko habang tinititigan ang malamig na bakal sa pulso ko."And what? You'll hide and I'll seek?" sagot niya, matalim ang tono saka nilocked ang posas."Pwede namang I'll run and you don't chase," ngumisi ako, pero tiniim niya lang ang bagang niya at tinalikuran ako."I'll put make-up, kaya you'll stay right here hangga't matapos ako," sabi ko, sabay lakad papunta sa vanity table na puno ng make-up na pinabili ko sa kanya.Binili niya lahat ng sinabi ko: clothes, make-up, bags—lahat para lang may pagkaabalahan ako habang nakakulong dito.Umupo ako. Siya? Nakatayo lang, leaning sa drawer, with that intimidating aura that everyone would drool.