All Chapters of Captured heart: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Betty stood at the balcony, her gaze lost in the darkness as she replayed the events that had unfolded. She wasn't just consumed by hatred; she was angry with herself, feeling betrayed but not by just Mateo, but by every feeling he woke in her, by the emotions he had stirred within her. Her heart had chosen him, despite his scarred reality and she couldn't fathom why, how could a pure heart as hers choose someone with a scarred heart as Mateo? She pondered the life she could have led if fate hadn't intervened, if she wasn’t kidnapped perhaps she would have been an ordinary girl, moving on with a new boyfriend, living an ordinary life. Instead, she found herself at the helm of a mafia empire, a responsibility she had never imagined would be hers.The weight of her new reality was a burden and she couldn't help but think of the irony. She had tried to escape it several times but it kept coming back to her. Mateo de Carlo, once a man she had feared and dreaded, how long the fear of his t

Betty was caught off guard by a powerful blow to her face, sending her crashing to the floor. Her vision blurred as her guard wrapped a towel around her head, constricting her airway and muffling her screams. She struggled to breathe, her voice trapped in the suffocating darkness.She flailed wildly, her hands grasping for her guard’s face, but he was too strong. He lifted her and slammed her to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through her body. Her bones felt like they were shattering, she tried to let out a scream but he grabbed her mouth to tight.As she tried to fight back, grabbing at his elbow, he swiftly ended the struggle with a precise strike to a vital cord in her neck. The world went dark, and she lost consciousness.He dragged Betty to a corner, careful not to be seen by anyone, took her keys and locked her door, carefully going about not to be seen by anyone.Satisfied, he hoisted Betty onto his shoulder, her body slumping lifelessly. The hallway was empt

“ I know he will” she repeated confidently.Betty knew Mateo would come for her, it was only a matter of time. Thomas and the guard exchanged confused glances, unable to decipher the certainty in her voice. Irritated by her mocking tone, Thomas stormed over to her, grabbing her jaw in a bruising grip. “You petty thing... I would have ended you right here if I could, but I’m operating under orders,” he spat, shoving her face away with aggression. Betty stared after him, wondering whose orders he was following. Of course it would be the Don he mentioned earlier. They were preparing to drag her toward the perimeter fence when a figure emerged from the shadows. A sudden, powerful kick sent Thomas sprawling forward. The guard, instantly alert, threw Betty to the ground to free his hands for the fight. When Mateo stepped into the dim light of the moon, the guard recoiled a few steps. “Why don’t you ever listen,” Mateo said to Thomas, his voice filled with fury.Thomas pushed himself up,

Mateo didn’t flinch when Alfred made that statement, even when he made it into the hallway at the first instance. Mateo tried to remain calm but he was boiling with tension on the inside, not outwardly, at least. He forced his shoulders to relax, wiping the tension from his mind not to be revealed on his face as if clearing sweat from a wound, and then settled into the half dead expression he always wore. “Hey. You look like a mess.” Alfred’s eyes flicked when he noticed the blood stained bandage peeking from beneath Mateo’s sleeve, then looked back to his face. “You good?” Mateo shrugged. “Just the usual. Chaos, betrayal, near death experience... you know how it’s been.” Alfred didn’t laugh. He crossed his arms, sensing the tension Mateo was trying so hard to hide. “You’re a terrible liar, Mateo. I’ve known you since you were old enough to use your eyes. You’ve forgotten so soon? I can easily tell when something is wrong.” Mateo sighed, rubbing his temples. “It’s nothing.” He

Mateo stood alone in the center of the training field, watching her leave. He looked toward the horizon, his mind anchored on her. It was terrifying how much she had changed in a matter of days. He knew, with a heavy ache in his chest, that this new hardness was the scar tissue of trauma. The woman he once knew was being consumed by the fire of everything she had endured.For the longest time, Mateo believed that silence was his greatest weapon that by keeping his feelings locked away, he was keeping her safe. He realized now, with the bitter taste of regret, how wrong he had been. His distance hadn’t protected her, it had only pushed her into the shadows where he couldn't see her, couldn't reach her, and ultimately, couldn't shield her. His calculated coldness had cost him everything the unwavering trust of his men and the fragile, confessed love she had once offered him.Standing in the biting wind, he wished he could reach into the past and undo the rejection. He wanted to take bac