All Chapters of Bethroted To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

‎Alice’s POV‎“Anthonio Smith? Your uncle?” my dad’s voice booms from behind me.‎I gasp, my heart jolting violently in my chest. My fingers tremble as I hurriedly end the call, almost dropping my phone in the process. I turn slowly, forcing a weak smile.‎“Dad… it’s not what you think.”‎His brows draw together as he studies me, his gaze sharp and probing. “Alice, what about your uncle?”‎I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. “I just… I want to find him. I miss him, especially now that I’m getting married.”‎For a moment, his expression softens, and a small smile forms on his lips.‎“Oh, good. You’ve finally come to terms with marrying Victor,” he says, sounding relieved. “He is a good man. He will take care of you, my little pod.”‎He walks closer, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, but something about it feels… calculated.‎“Well, about your uncle,” he continues, his tone turning dismissive, “it’s best you leave that matter to me...or to Victor, your husband-to-be. You sh

‎Alice POV “Hello, miss… are you still there?” ‎I slowly bring the phone back to my ear, my fingers tightening around it. ‎“That’s a lie,” I say, my voice shaky but firm. “Victor Arc is a billionaire. His family owns a lot of properties in the city. They’re known for their wealth.” ‎“Miss, I’m telling you the truth,” the voice insists. “I can even send you photos...proof of their operations: killings, money laundering, kidnappings.” ‎My heart skips. ‎“Victor Arc? No… there must be a mistake somewhere.” ‎“No mistake, miss. You must have been to his house before. Didn’t you notice the men? Black suits, tattoos, guns strapped to their sides?” ‎I pause, my mind flashing back. ‎“Yes… but I thought they were security officials.” ‎“No, miss,” he says coldly. “They are his men. They do his bidding. Killing, stealing, kidnapping....they handle everything.” ‎My breath catches. ‎“Killing… stealing… kidnapping?” ‎“Yes, miss. He is not someone to take lightly. Be careful.” ‎The call

‎Alice’s POVI drop my phone, my heart suddenly racing, and hurriedly throw on my clothes. My hands are slightly shaky as I grab my keys and rush out. Within seconds, I’m in my car, the engine roaring to life as I speed off to the location.‎When I arrive, I spot him immediately. He leans casually against his car, scanning the area. The moment he sees me, he straightens and gestures for me to come over.‎I park quickly and step out, shutting the door with a soft thud before walking toward him.‎“Get in,” he says, already opening the passenger door.‎I hesitate for a split second, then nod and slide into his car. He joins me, and without another word, we drive off.‎Hours pass.‎The silence between us grows heavier with every mile, my mind racing with unanswered questions. Just when I’m about to ask where we’re going, the car slows and finally stops.‎I look out the window, confusion creasing my face.‎“Where is this?”‎“It’s a casino,” Evans replies calmly. “One of the biggest in this

‎Alice’s POV“Victor? Victor!”‎I call after him again and again, my voice cracking as I run, trying to catch up. But it’s too late. He’s already inside his car. The engine roars to life, and within seconds, he speeds off, leaving nothing but dust and the sharp scent of burnt tires behind.‎I slow down, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. My legs feel weak from the short chase, but it’s not the run that drains me...it’s the fear.‎I couldn’t get Victor to promise me anything. Not even something as simple as sparing my family.‎Anger bubbles up inside me, hot and uncontrollable. I turn sharply and storm back into the house, my footsteps heavy against the marble floor. Without thinking twice, I head straight for Dad’s study and push the door open without knocking.‎“Dad, there is a problem,” I say, still panting, clutching my chest.‎He looks up at me calmly, almost too calmly. “Sit down, my little pod, and talk to me. What is the problem?”‎I don’t sit. I can’t. “Dad, Vi

‎Alice’s POVI really hope this plan Evans came up with works.‎I let out a slow sigh, pressing my fingers against my temples as the thought circles endlessly in my mind. Ever since that call ended, I haven’t had a moment of peace. Evans’ plan sounds… absurd. Completely reckless. And yet, somehow, it might just work.‎Still, the idea of going into hiding until after my birthday/own engagement party....feels unreal.‎Yes, that’s the plan.‎Disappear.‎No calls. No messages. No social media. Nothing that could give away my location. It’s almost like erasing myself from the world, even if only for a few days.‎A part of me is scared… but another part knows I have no choice.‎I move around my room, folding clothes and stuffing them into my travel bag, my movements mechanical but my thoughts loud. Dad cannot find out the truth. Not him. He’s Victor’s strongest ally, and if he knows, everything will fall apart.‎I pause, gripping the edge of the suitcase tightly.‎I can’t go through with th