All Chapters of Dirty little games : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LOLA'S POV “Twenty million”. The phrase rang in my ears like thunder. I could barely stand, could barely keep myself up together. I glanced at the dagger on the stage, a silent storm raging inside of me as I painfully gripped the hem of the diamond-embedded gown that clung to me desperately, the same way I was clinging to hope and the devil standing right in front of me. No matter the cost, I didn't want him to give up the dagger, because I wasn't ready to lose it. I wanted him to bid until the very end. To never give up on the one thing that reminds me of my father. But in what position was I to tell him that? This was a man I barely knew. Someone I was supposed to hate. “Twenty million going once….” “Going twice…” The auctioneer’s voice sounded like a death countdown in my foggy head. Click! The gavel struck. My vision turned black, then white, to a shade of ash before my body gave out. Before I could hit the floor, a strong hand steadied me. I slowly looked up t

LOLA'S POV I stabbed the plushie for so long until my fingers went numb. The rage in my chest reduced to a bearable level. Of all people, why should I be the one in this kind of shitty situation? How much more unlucky could a person be?Still, my mind kept wandering back to the post. I carefully dropped the needle, using my fingers to roughly comb my messed up hair.I picked up my phone wondering if the post was still there or had been taken down.On the lit up screen, the post was replaced by a new hot trending search. A live show at that.THE ROMANO FAMILY WENT BANKRUPT OVERNIGHT.My mouth flew open.In the video, Vincenzo stood in front of the plenary hall, paparazzi lights giving blinding clicks and shots on his wounded haggard face.Bodyguards stood beside him, guarding him from the crazy paparazzi who weren't satisfied with just taking pictures. “Mr Romano, the Romano family seemed to be doing well in the top mafia elite circle, can you please explain what happe

DAMIEN'S POVThe engine roared to life."Faster." I ordered. We couldn't afford to waste time. My mind was filled with different possibilities.The driver pressed harder on the accelerator. The black Rolls-Royce shot through the empty road, moving towards the estate.I made sure security was tight enough for her not to leave and I knew she wouldn't try to. Because her father's dagger was still in my possession.My phone screen lit up with a call."Report." The voice on the other end shook frantically."Boss...we found her." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding."She was lying behind the west garden."Then he paused like he was too scared to continue.“Speak”. I probbed."There's blood. She was…stabbed." My grip around the phone tightened. Almost shattering it into shards. "Is she still breathing?”"Barely." He answered.My jaw hardened. Someone actually dare tried to kill a person in my possession."Should we take her to the hospital? We're waiting for your orders.""No.” I

Lola's POV I wanted to look away so badly, but as much as I hate it, my eyes remained glued. From how his broad shoulders narrowed down into the knot. “It seems you want me to strip off for you?”. He mocked with a straight face. “Uh…No. I'm sorry. I just..” I stuttered, backing out of the room. Instead, I collided head on with the wall. “Why are you here?” He got serious. “It's not something that important. I'll leave now. Sorry for bothering you”. As I bent the knob, his hand reached out, stopping the door from opening. “Miss Grey. I despise repeating myself. Do you get it?” Damien trapped me between him and the door, his upper exposed body was so close to me I could barely breathe. “I…I do”. I struggled to force out. “Well…the thing is..” I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. Feeling his probing gaze on me. I had to find something to say or else I didn't know if I would step out of this room alive. So bold of me to think a man like him will help me unhook my b

Lola's POV The message read a single line. ‘Miss. Where are you?’My heart skipped.I glanced around my surroundings, finally landing on Damien who was watching me from below.He stood, absently straightening the hem of his shirt, his eyes fixed on me.“What is that?”“It's…nothing”. I lied. Fighting to suppress the tremor threatening to give me away and the slight tremble of my fingers.“Giving me that look makes me feel a little bit uneasy.” I took a few steps backwards, forcing myself to concentrate on the assassin to avoid his suspicion.After a long moment, he lazily turned his attention back to the assassin, allowing me to breathe again.I took a peek at my phone. Every word spoken around me faded into a distant murmur.Draven’s message came again. ‘Miss. I really need to see you. Where are you?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly in my chest as my grip on the phone tightened.Damien is hell bent on not letting me leave the estate. But this is important. My father's lif