Todos os capítulos de THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

AXELI was in my office, trying to understand how we could have lost a whole shipment that was supposed to bring our goods here last night, while still replaying Morozov’s request to meet..... It felt like he had something to do with it, but maybe he didn’t. Maybe there was a third party playing with this, and I couldn’t act foolishly about it. I had to be smart and think about everything before making any kind of move.The fact that someone tried to hijack our shipment meant that someone was trying to test me. And I knew I had to have a reaction, because once people thought they could just take things from you, they never stopped.I didn’t become the youngest don in my family by smiling. I had to make an example of people. I had to prove myself. And this person, these people, whoever they were, were going to find out why.I kept going through everything that had happened, replaying the moment that the shipment was hijacked. I lost all my men on that truck. That alone was enough to m

HAZEL“Maybe you didn’t,” Axel replied coolly, “but you live under my roof. You follow my rules.”“And whose decision was that?” I shot back. “Did I want to live here? Did I want to follow your rules?”I stepped forward without realising it.“I haven’t followed a single one of your rules,” I said. “So, what are you going to do, Axel?”The two of us locked eyes.For a split second, something crossed his face, anger, frustration, something darker, but it vanished just as quickly.“Natasha has been with this family for years,” he said, ignoring my question again. “She’s proven herself. She deserves respect. All she’s ever asked is that people don’t invade her space.”I held his gaze.“And what do I deserve?”The room went quiet. Not the comfortable kind. The kind that presses against your ears until you’re aware of your own breathing. Axel didn’t answer right away. His jaw worked, muscle ticking like it always did when he was holding something back. He looked at me the way he always did

HAZELI stop chopping and listen.... Silence.I wipe my hands on a towel and walk to the kitchen door. I try the handle. It doesn’t open. My smile fades. I go to the front door. I pull Harder. It doesn’t open. I rush to the back door, the one that leads outside.... Locked.That’s when the thoughts hit me all at once, crashing into each other.Where is everybody?Why is the house empty?And why are all the doors locked?My stomach drops as unease finally settles in."Okay, calm down," I tell myself that panicking does nothing to help me. I tell myself there’s a logical explanation, because there has to be. I’m new here. I’ve only been here for a few months. Maybe there’s a drill. Maybe Axel cleared the house for some reason. Maybe there’s some stupid security protocol I don’t know about.I find myself laughing, the sound hollow in the huge, empty house.“Angela?” I try calling again, louder this time. But of course, nothing answers me but my own voice.I walk faster now, moving throug

HAZELI gesture vaguely around me.“I have a lot of places to destroy today. I hope you all enjoy yourselves as much as I will.”And it’s decided. Axel will have no choice but to let me out. That thought keeps me going. It keeps my smile in place.I look straight into the camera again.“First,” I say sweetly, “let's destroy the place that brought all this to face.”I smile, tilting my head, eyes bright, “the rest of the house awaits. No door will be left untouched.”Standing on the couch like it’s a podium. I kick the cushion off first. It hits the floor with a dull thud. Then another. Then I grab one with both hands and fling it across the room, watching it land crooked against the wall.“Much better.”The coffee table goes next. I shove it hard with my foot, and it scrapes loudly before tipping over, books sliding off and hitting the rug. I don’t stop there. I grab the books and throw them one by one—some hit the wall, some land open-faced like they’re bleeding secrets onto the floo

HAZELStill nothing. Axel still doesn't say a word.I push myself back against the bed, using it to steady myself, and look at him properly now. His face isn’t twisted with rage. There’s no cruelty written there, no madness. He looks composed. Controlled. Unaffected....That scares me more than anger ever could.“You locked me in,” I say, my voice trembling despite myself. “ You want me to lose my mind.”His jaw tightens. Just slightly.“So this is it?” I whisper. “This is the consequence?”He finally moves.Just one step forward.I flinch before I can stop myself, my body betraying me, every nerve screaming danger. His eyes flick down to my throat, to the place his hand was, and something dark passes through his gaze.“I didn’t come here to kill you,” he says.His voice is calm. Even. Like he’s discussing the weather.I couldn’t help myself. I gave a bitter laugh at his words. "Really? What you just did proves how much you don’t want to kill me. Thank you.... Thank you very much."H