Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined By The Don's Enforcer : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

~DorlaThe next night, we decided to go out.The club was pulsing with deep bass and colorful lights, the kind of exclusive place where rich tourists and locals mixed under dim neon. I wore a short, tight black dress that hugged every curve, with heels that made my legs look endless. Arnold was in a black button-up and dark jeans, looking dangerously handsome as always.We danced like we had no worries in the world.His hands were on my waist, my back pressed against his chest as we moved together to the rhythm. Every now and then he’d pull me closer, his lips brushing my ear, whispering things that made me smile and blush at the same time.We were having fun. Real fun. Until our drinks ran out.“I’ll go get us another round,” Arnold said, kissing my temple. “Stay right here. Don’t move too far.”I nodded, still swaying to the music as he disappeared into the crowd toward the bar.Not even a minute later, I felt eyes on me.Three hot guys, tall, well dressed, with that dangerous edge

~DorlaI was waiting for Arnold in the living room that evening, curled up on the big couch with a book I wasn’t really reading. He had gone out to get a few things from the nearby town, some fresh fruit, wine, and whatever else he thought we might need for our last day and a half day left. The villa felt too quiet without him.My phone rang. It was my father.I answered with a smile, even though my stomach twisted a little. “Hi, Daddy.”“Princess,” he said warmly. “How are you enjoying Spain?”“It’s beautiful,” I replied honestly. “I’m really grateful for this trip. Thank you.”There was a short pause. Then he spoke again, sounding pleased with himself.“Good. That’s why I called. I was thinking… would you be willing to extend the holiday by one more week? I can arrange everything. And don’t worry about being alone, I’ll send your husband to spend it with you. Alessandro has been asking about you.”My blood ran cold. For a second, I couldn’t speak. The word “husband” felt like a sla

~DorlaI was still fuming in my room, pacing back and forth while clutching the stupid bouquet of roses Alessandro had brought. The moment I heard the soft click of the back door to my room opening, I dropped everything and ran.Arnold stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. The second I saw him, I threw myself into his arms, hugging him tightly.“You’re here at the right time,” I whispered against his chest, breathing him in.He wrapped his strong arms around me, one hand gently stroking my back. “What happened?” he asked, voice low and concerned.I pulled back just enough to look at him, still holding onto his shirt.“That hell of a spoiled brat just left here,” I said, my voice full of irritation. “Alessandro. He came with flowers and the most boring, cheesy pick-up lines I’ve ever heard. ‘Did you fall from heaven?’ ‘You must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all day.’ I wanted to vomit. I really need to flush all that irritation he brought over me a

~DorlaThe next morning, my phone rang while I was still in bed, replaying memories of Spain in my head.It was my father.I took a deep breath and answered, trying to sound normal. “Hi, Daddy.”“Princess,” he said warmly. “How was Spain? Did you enjoy your holiday?”I smiled a little, even though my heart was racing.“It was fun, Daddy. It was really fun. The villa was beautiful, the beach was perfect… everything was amazing.”There was a short pause. I could hear him smiling through the phone. “Good. I’m glad. You deserved it.”I swallowed hard. My hands were shaking. I knew this was the moment.“Dad… since I had my boyfriend on my side during the trip…”I paused deliberately. There was a heavy silence on the other end.Then my father’s voice came back, suddenly serious and sharp. “Did you get another boyfriend? And it’s not the one I recommended to you?”I felt my knees go weak. I slowly sank down onto the floor beside my bed, sitting on my knees as tears already started burning in

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, carefully applying a fresh layer of lipstick, a deep, seductive red that I rarely wore.My hair was down and wavy, and I’d chosen a tight black top with a low neckline and my favorite jeans that hugged my ass just right. I was trying to look good without looking like I was trying too hard.The plan was simple, tell Mia I was going out with some old friends, then sneak off to meet Raffaele at home. No big deal. Just… hanging out. Talking. Nothing more.At least that’s what I kept telling myself while I keep getting fucked everytime I visited him.The door opened behind me. Mia stepped in, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. She was still in her oversized t-shirt and shorts, hair messy from the couch.“You’re getting all dressed up again,” she said, her tone light but with an edge. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Going out. Coming back late. Smelling like expensive cologne that isn’t mine.”I froze for half a second, the