All Chapters of Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena's POV"Jake, did you seriously just hit a woman?"Noah's voice was dangerously calm, like he was one second away from putting a bullet between Jake's eyes.And for once, I wasn't focused on Jake because Noah had taken off his mask.I had a rough idea of what he might look like. Sharp jawline. Tall, commanding presence. The kind of man who could walk through a crowd and part it without saying a word.But seeing him up close without that mask was something else entirely.His dark hair had the richness of roasted chestnuts, thick and just messy enough to look deliberate. His eyes were icy blue like sapphires buried in fresh snow. They were beautiful and cold in the same breath.His nose looked like it was stolen from a Roman sculpture. The kind of bone structure that made you wonder if angels ever got jealous.And that jawline - sharpened by a shadow of stubble - looked like it could cut through fabric and lies alike.Put all those features together and you'd get a man who belonged

Elena's POVThe car stops right at the doorway of the mansion that looked like it belonged in one of those glossy magazines my mother used to flip through when life was still good. White stone walls, columns wrapped in ivy, and a circular driveway with golf-course quality grass in the middle.I didn't get to gawk long. How could I when Caleb was already at the door, opening it for us? Noah, or Mr. N, whatever name floats his boat, took me by the arm and led me inside without a word.I struggled, but of course, it was all in vain.The interior of the said mansion was even worse. It was... beautiful. High ceilings, chandeliers that probably cost more than my mother's medical bills for a year, and walls adorned with art I wouldn't dare put a price on. Marble floors, winding staircases, hallways that stretched farther than I could see.Damn, I literally feel like I'm in a Hollywood movie. Being in a mansion this grand almost feels surreal."You live here?" I asked before I could stop mys

Noah's POV"Don, Marco wants to see you. Something about Jake," Caleb told me as I slid the signed contract across the table.Perfect timing. I didn't even get a chance to breathe before the next fire needed putting out.It had been three hours since I'd left the estate. I wasn't sure how my little pet was doing in her new cage, but I was sure Jake and my ever-annoying sister had gone crying to my father.Thirty minutes later, I walked into my father's villa, only to be told Jake and Monica had already left. Figures. That little jerk wouldn't dare face me after the chaos in the shopping mall today."Sit," my father ordered. His voice was sharp but calm—the kind of calm that warned you not to push it.His office always smelled of polished oak and old cigars—two things I'd never liked.I stayed standing. "I'm not changing my mind. Jake deserved it."Marco leaned back, folding his hands over his stomach. "You punished a family member over a girl? Don't tell me you've fallen for your neph

Elena's POVFiancée!I stared at Noah, who was already standing by the bed with his back to me. My heart twisted painfully.He already had a fiancée, which explained everything. The mentions from Fidelia, the contempt in the servants' eyes, the way this woman walked in like she was already mistress of this place.My throat ran dry, and a lamp formed in it, leaving me speechless. My chest felt heavy with how my heart constricted in pain, and the feeling of breathlessness intensified as I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs.But that's not all. I still feel terrified about being imprisoned in his house. I wanted to leave here. Everything in me became more chaotic than it already was.The churning of my stomach intensified in disgust as I looked at the man in front of me, seeing how worse he could be every single second I got to know him.Jessica stood at the door with her arms crossed. The curves of her figure accentuated by a glittering dress that looked more like a weapon than a

Elena's POVThe world didn't explode into pain the way I'd expected. There was no harsh, bone-crunching impact, no white-hot lightning of agony.Instead, I landed in the warm and solid arms, a human-sized cushion of heat. For a beat, the wind had left my lungs, then the shiver moved through me and I opened my eyes.There he was.Up close, his face was all angles and cold light, like someone had carved a man out of blue ice. I almost said thank you. The words died in my throat when his gaze found me, intense.He smelled like cigars and something metallic that made my stomach flip. Definitely not fiancé-and-supper date smell.Where was Jessica? Shouldn't he be enjoying high heels and small talk at the dinner table instead of catching me trying to play agent game?The question sat in my mouth. I swallowed it."So we're back to this, your favorite game." His breath brushed my ear, quiet but lethal. "What did you think you were, Elena? CIA? MI6? Or just a reckless contestant who enjoys be