บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don Left Me To Die, But Now Regrets It: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Mia stared at the thick, dark-red liquid in the bottle. Her stomach churned violently as she stepped back.“No… take it away! I do not want this cursed thing!”Her voice was hoarse as she raised a hand to push it away.“Be good. This is for your own good, for the good of the entire family.”Zinnia’s expression darkened, carrying the authority of an elder.In the struggle, the bottle slipped from her hand and shattered against the marble floor with a loud crash.The dark blood splattered everywhere. The metallic stench filled the room.Zinnia froze for a moment. She stared at the mess and her eyes instantly reddened.She knelt slowly, using a silk handkerchief to painstakingly wipe the blood from her shoes and the floor. Her shoulders trembled as her voice broke with heart-wrenching sobs,“I just… I only wanted what was best for you both… wanted the Yorick family to have a proper heir.“Even if you don’t like it, there's no reason to trample on my feelings and disregard the fa

Mia lay in the hospital bed for three full days.The doctors mentioned she had lost a lot of blood, and her uterus had suffered severe damage. They said it might be really tough for her to conceive again.James appeared once after she woke. His eyes were shadowed with bruises. He tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away.He stayed silent for a long while before finally speaking in a hoarse voice, “Zinnia… Her ankle was seriously injured that day. I had to take her. How are you? That day… Did you cut an artery? How did you bleed so much?”The medical report sat on the bedside table, but he did not even glance at it.Mia said nothing, turning her head to the side. “Get out.”James froze for a moment. There was a hint of offense in his eyes.After that, he did not come again.However, the hospital bills were paid on time.A private suite, the best medication, the most meticulous care.This, apparently, was his version of making up to her and being kind to her.Just then, her

Mia curled up in the cold corner, trembling all over.The sting on her face was still fresh, but what terrified her more was the endless darkness and the suffocating confinement.Childhood shadows and the nightmare from six years ago crashed over her in waves.Her breathing grew shallow. It was like her heart was clenched by an invisible hand, nearly jumping out of her chest.“Let me out… please… let me out…”She pounded helplessly on the heavy iron door. Her nails scraped bloody scratches into the wall. Her throat was so hoarse she could barely make a sound.She had no sense of how long time had passed until a soft click of the lock sounded and a beam of light cut through the darkness.Her eyes brightened. She scrambled toward it. “James, let me out! I-I know I was wrong! Please…”Her voice died as she saw who had come.Zinnia stood at the doorway, elegant and composed, looking down at her in utter disarray.She leaned slightly forward. Her delicate fingers flicked over the

James had no idea how he had managed to get Zinnia back to her place, or how he had driven himself back to the villa. The villa was so vast now it felt terrifyingly empty.When he pushed the door open, there were no familiar footsteps rushing toward him. There were no fuzzy slippers she always kicked into the corner on purpose and no faint trace of her scent, the one that both soothed him and inexplicably irritated him.There was only silence and the stale, heavy smell of furniture left untouched for far too long.He walked around like a ghost.The painting by the entryway was chosen by Mia. She said the shade of blue reminded her of the sky back home after a rainstorm.He scoffed at the time, finding it both tacky and overly sentimental.In the corner of the living room sofa lay the throw pillow she always used. It still seemed to hold the shape of where she had curled up.It was as though an invisible hand tightened around his heart, squeezing harder and harder. A dull, aching

Meanwhile, on a private island in the Mediterranean.Mia stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the endless blue sea.Sunlight spilled over her, yet it could not warm the icy chill in her eyes.Three months ago, she had lost consciousness in the icy sea, certain she was going to die.A pair of hands had roughly pulled her out of the water.Shawn stood at the edge of the boat, casually flicking the ashes from his cigar. “You have two choices. Come with me, or I'll let go right now.”Her lashes, drenched with seawater, lifted.“Conditions?”“Be my blade.” Shawn leaned in. The red glow of his cigar illuminated the smile in his eyes. “Pierce James’s heart for me.”Mia coughed up the salty seawater. Before losing consciousness again, she let out a low laugh.“Fine.”When she woke up, she was on this isolated island.Only then did she realize the kidnapping had been for her all along. The ransom plot had been nothing but a smokescreen.She had been gravely inju