Semua Bab BETWEEN TWO MAFIA KINGS THE STOLEN HEIRESS : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Zyra’s POV — “Hey… hey.”Damien tapped my arm again, pulling me out of the fog in my mind. I blinked rapidly, realizing I had zoned out.“Hi, babe,” I murmured, trying to force a smile as I collected myself.“What’s wrong? You totally blacked out.”He dropped his bag on the bedside table and sat beside me, wrapping his arms around me with that warmth only he had. I rested against him and placed a small kiss on his lips.“It’s nothing, babe… just a little work problem,” I whispered.“Is your job stressing you?” he asked softly.I gave him a tired smile. “A little. But I’ll be fine.”He gently lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. His eyes glistened a little, and it made my chest tighten.“I’m sorry you have to go through all that just to see me in school,” he whispered. “I’m really sorry.”“Hey, don’t do that,” I said quickly, cupping his face. “I want to see you get through school. I just want the best for you.”“You sure, Zyra?” he asked.“I’m sure,” I breathed. “I just had a ba

Zyra POVI pushed through the crowd as fast as my shaking legs could carry me, trying to blend into the moving sea of strangers. My heart hammered violently against my chest, every breath tight and shallow. I didn’t dare look back at first, not until I was sure the man wasn’t behind me anymore. When I finally did, scanning every face, every shadow, I exhaled shakily and buried myself deeper into the crowd, trying to appear normal… invisible.My fingers grazed my side, searching for my bag.Gone.My stomach dropped. But thank God my phone was still with me.My hands trembled as I dialed Damien’s number.Not reachable.Panic stabbed through me.“Please don’t let them take him… please,” I whispered, my throat tightening as I searched the crowd one more time for any sign of Damien. Nothing. Not a single thing that looked like him.Tears pricked my eyes. My breathing sped up.“Damien… where are you?” I whispered, begging the universe to let him walk out from somewhere, anywhere.Then—A ta

Zyra – POV I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep minutes, hours, I had no idea. All I knew was the sudden, sharp shock of ice-cold water dripping down my skin, dragging me out of the darkness.“You sleep a lot,” a voice said—low, familiar, almost too calm.My lashes fluttered. My head felt heavy, my body numb, and the blurry fog in my vision told me the injection they gave me hadn’t worn off. I tried to lift my hands, only to realize the ropes around my wrists were being loosened… and then my legs too.“Hey, Zyra… wake up,” the same voice whispered.A cold hand tapped my cheek gently. I blinked hard until the blur sharpened—and my breath caught.Jenny.My eyes flew open wider, making sure I wasn’t imagining her. “Get away from me,” I muttered weakly, pushing her hand away even though my body felt like wet sand.“Hey—easy,” she said quickly, catching me before I fell forward. “Zyra, put yourself together. I’m trying to help you get out of here.”I scoffed. “How do I trust you?”“I do

Zyra POVI stood still, rooted to the floor as if my feet had grown into it. My hands fidgeted uncontrollably, fingers rubbing against each other in nervous circles, while my legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give out at any second. His eyes moved slowly over my body, deliberate and unhurried, as though he were assessing an object rather than a person. I could feel his gaze pressing into me, heavy and invasive, piercing straight through skin and bone until it reached something fragile inside my chest.“Look at me,” he said.His voice was cold, always cold, flat and stripped of warmth. It wasn’t loud, yet it carried authority, the kind that didn’t need to be raised to be obeyed. I inhaled shakily and lifted my head. When my eyes met his, my breath hitched. There was nothing there. No anger. No pity. No curiosity. Just a dark, unreadable stare that made my stomach tighten.Without warning, he tossed a book at me. I reacted too slowly; it struck my chest before I managed to grab i

Zyra — POVI exhaled slowly, my breath catching in my throat as the calm breeze brushed against my skin. It slipped through the open balcony doors, light and gentle, completely at odds with the storm raging inside my chest. I stared into the empty space beyond the railing, my eyes unfocused.Is this how my life ends?A year of silence. A year of obedience. A year spent under the roof of devils.“There’s nothing you can do now, Zyra,” my subconscious whispered back at me, cruel and steady. “Just take it in.”“I can’t stay here,” I muttered, my voice barely louder than the wind. “Staying will destroy me.”“But you can’t escape either,” it replied. “And you made a promise to Jenny.”The mention of her name sent a sharp ache through my chest. I groaned, rolling onto the bed and burying my face into the pillow as if I could suffocate the thought. My hair fell into my face, tangled and messy, just like my thoughts.“This is insane,” I whispered into the fabric. “How do I survive here?”Sile