All Chapters of Trapped in the Mafia’s hell: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Gabriella I woke up to the soft sound of music coming from outside my room; I yawned slowly, then I rolled out of bed, still in the black nightwear Marcello had picked for me a few days ago. I rolled my eyes as I passed the mirror, “Ugly!” I muttered to myself even though I knew it was a lie. It was beautiful, but I just didn’t like who bought it for me. Curiosity pushed me towards the door making me Slowly twist the doorknob, I’d expected it to be locked but to my surprise it wasn't, I stepped out of the room my gaze darting across the empty hallway, that was weird, Marcello always assigned guards around my door, I felt my chest tightened as I walked along the bright hallway, it was barely 9am yet the sun was out and shining. I was going to descend the stairs when I heard a voice. A feminine one. “Gabriella!” I turned to see Andrianna smiling at me, she looked rough, wearing some silly multi-layered aprons, black hair messy, and face stained with something white, I scoffe

GabriellaToday was everything Luca said it would be. The house was adorned and decorated with so many flashy ribbons and lights, the chandelier reflecting on everyone's face, but you could see me leaning against the iron rail, staring down at the event happening beneath me. I wasn’t really looking; I was plotting my escape.“Wait for my signal,” Luca had said earlier that day, but I don’t think I can. He was nowhere to be found. Oops! Actually, he was following Marcello around like a second skin, sometimes I wondered how he managed to make me so loyal to Marcello and still want to help me escape, sometimes I thought maybe it was a trap set by Marcello to maybe put my hopes up and trash it before my very eyes.“Gabriella…” a voice resounded behind me, I turned to see Marcello’s chiseled face curled with a small smile, he was dressed in a black suit and tie that oozed luxury. I straightened waiting for whatever he had to say.“Hi, Marcello.”“You look ravishing as always, the black dr

Gabriella “He’d kill you, just the same way he killed his parents!” Sofia bellowed and I shook in fright. That can't be right! What was she saying? This has to be some made-up story and a lie to make me be on her side.“I don’t believe you.”“You should,”“Why should I?”“Because I’m on Stefan Lombardi's side, you know him right?”I stiffened swallowing hard I was surprised, why the hell won't I know him, he was my father’s business partner, he was among the people who escaped Marcello’s wrath.“How do I know you’re working with him?”She smiled, “Because we both want the same thing, Marcello’s downfall, he paid me to get to you, if I wear you, I’d listen to every word I say.”I spared on last glance at Marcello as usual he was busy speaking to guests, he was evil but if he wanted me dead I’d be dead since the first day I laid my eyes on him.“I hate Marcello no doubt but I’d do things my own way. Thanks for the efforts though, but it isn’t needed.” I said and began to walk away but

GabriellaI scrunched my nose in disgust as I sat on the cold and oh so bare floor of the cell. This was even worse than the cell I was put in the last time, it was bigger yet stuffy at the same time. That was because it contained other people. I can’t believe he put me in the same place he put his enemies.I wrapped my arms around my knees as I leaned against the cold walls, wearing nothing but a robe that would soon be drenched by the water on the ground caused by leakages on the roof. Someone coughed and I fidgeted immediately, I was locked up with these weird people, I didn't know what they could be capable of. “Gabriella?” Sofia called out my name, I could recognize her voice from anywhere, she was the one who had coughed, I straightened my face filled with shock as I crawled towards her.“What are you doing here?”I asked.“Why are you here?” “I’d tell you as soon as I know why you’re here.”She went silent for a minute, staring at the ground, before her icy blue eyes met my

GabriellaLately, it felt like I’d been hearing voices, the screams of my father begging and wailing that I don’t forget my purpose, my promise. But the truth was that, I didn’t. It was just impossible.I lay on my back, my eyes glued to the chandelier above me, as I soothed the purple-red bruise on my arm. An injury I sustained while trying to escape from that god forsaken cell. It wasn’t fresh but every time I moved, pain surged through me like electric waves.Tears blurred my vision and before I knew it, the dam broke and tears slipped down my cheeks, hot and burning. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, but more followed. What was the point of being Marcello’s wife? Was that my purpose now?I had dreams but Marcello killed them, he took away the one person that meant the world to me. Now I kept asking myself, was life even worth living like this? I’m basically his animal, chained, bruised, waiting for the next outburst.He didn’t even treat me like a wife. I didn’t wa