All Chapters of BETWEEN TWO MAFIA KINGS THE STOLEN HEIRESS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Rafeal — POV“I can’t do that.”Her voice trembled despite her effort to sound firm.I studied her carefully, the way her shoulders stiffened, the way her fingers curled into her palms as if holding onto the last thread of courage she had left.“Why would I strip in front of you?” she asked, anger flashing briefly in her eyes before fear swallowed it again.I said nothing.Silence has always been my favorite weapon.I leaned back slightly and exhaled, slow and deliberate. It had been a long time since anyone dared challenge me especially a girl standing in my territory, under my roof, bound by my rules.Interesting.“Princess,” I said calmly, my tone almost amused, “you wouldn’t like the consequences of refusing me.”Her jaw tightened. She tried to hold my gaze, but her eyes betrayed her. Fear lived there, raw and undeniable. I saw it even as she pretended to be brave.I enjoyed that.“You either obey,” I continued, my voice dropping, “or obedience will be taught to you.”Her lips par

Zyra POVCold.That was the first thing my body understood.Not the room. Not the fear. Just the brutal, biting cold that had seeped so deep into my skin it felt like my bones were cracking from the inside. Ice pressed against me on my back, my arms, my legs every inch of exposed skin screaming in protest. My complexion had turned pale, almost lifeless, and my body shook uncontrollably. My teeth clashed together so hard I was sure they would break.I could barely feel my fingers anymore.My vision swam, the edges blurring as though the world itself was fading away. I blinked repeatedly, trying to stay conscious, trying to stay alive. My chest felt tight, every breath shallow and painful.Why did you say yes in the first place?The thought cut through my foggy mind like a blade.I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing hard. We wanted to save the work, my subconscious replied coldly. You wanted to make Jenny proud.A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips, but I didn’t have the strength for it

Zyra POV“Good morning, Zyra.”Mrs. Diana’s voice drifted into the room as the door opened gently. I stirred on the bed, stretching slowly, though my body felt heavier than it should have. Two days had passed since the incident, yet it clung to me like a shadow that refused to lift. Sleep no longer brought rest only fragments of memory that left my chest tight and my throat dry.“I’m awake,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.The thought of the bathroom alone made my stomach twist. Water. The sound of it. The feel of it against my skin. I flinched even now, curled slightly inward as if my body remembered what my mind wanted to forget. I had thought he was bluffing then. I knew better now.Standing before the mirror moments later, I stared at my reflection. My eyes looked dull, guarded. This place was changing me, whether I wanted it to or not.A soft knock came at the door.“I’m coming,” I called, forcing lightness into my tone.Mrs. Diana stood there, smiling warmly, her presence

Zyra POV“You are so funny, Zyra,” Mrs. Diane said, wiping tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes as my joke finally landed.I laughed with her, the sound surprising even me. It had been a long time since laughter came this easily. Ever since that incident, Mrs. Diane had become the one person in this house I could breathe around. Talking to her felt natural, safe like borrowing warmth in a place built of ice.“Mrs. Diane,” I said after the laughter faded, rinsing the soap off a plate, “can I ask you a few questions?”“Yes, darling. Go ahead,” she replied gently, chopping onions beside me with practiced ease. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the board filled the kitchen. She was making Refael’s meal—every movement careful, deliberate, as if her hands knew the weight of the house they served.“How did you end up here?” I asked, lowering my voice. Then, before I could stop myself, I added, “Did he kidnap you too?”She chuckled, a soft, knowing sound. “Oh, darling. Refael i