Todos los capítulos de Bound to the mafia : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Mrs. Ashford’s POV In a well furnished bedroom, I reclined against the mountain of pillows, my figure almost swallowed by the enormous bed. I held a crystal glass delicately between my fingers, taking slow sips of water as my gaze wandered toward the four maidens standing in perfect line before me. Clad in matching black gowns with crisp white aprons tied neatly around their waists, they kept their heads lowered respectfully. “What is this?!” I asked, my brows knitting together in confusion as I looked from one face to another. One of the maidens stepped forward gracefully. She was a young redhead with porcelain skin and sharp green eyes, though they remained lowered in obedience. “Mr. Ashford assigned us to you,” she said politely. “I’m the head maiden, Dorothy. We are at your beck and call, ma’am. Simply ring the bell on your bedside table and one of us will attend to you.” “Where is my son?” I asked. Before another word could be said, the door swung open and Vindell str

Ava’s POV In one hand, he held a brown paper bag stuffed with burgers, fries, side dishes, and drinks. He was dressed casually in a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and dark jeans that sat perfectly on his lean frame. Sophia immediately straightened a little. Peter walked directly toward my glass corner with her, then placed the food gently on the table. Sophia slowly turned toward me and gave me an exaggerated teasing side-eye. I bit back a grin. The stunning lady spoke. “Hi Ava… it’s really been a while.” “Yes,” I replied and turned towards Peter for a look of explanation. It was like she noticed the eyes I gave Peter because she immediately chipped in. “Don’t worry, Ava, I’m here for a different purpose. I came into town recently and met up with him. Obviously, I needed to shop and he brought me here.” She turned to Peter with a flirtatious smile. “I’ll go check it out.” She caressed his arm before leaving. “How are you ladies doin

It landed like a bomb that she nearly choked on air. A thin layer of sweat instantly formed across Kate’s forehead despite the cold temperature inside my office. “I…” she stammered nervously. “I’m… I’m just here for the job.” “So,” I continued calmly, “you do not want to marry me?” “I… I’m just here for the job,” she repeated weakly while sweating harder. “So if I eventually marry someone else,” I continued smoothly, “you wouldn’t mind?” Katherine froze. “And you would comfortably continue being both mine and my wife’s personal assistant?” “I…” she stuttered helplessly. “I’m just here to work, Sir Vindell.” “So in other words, your primary interest is becoming my P.A…” I paused. “Not marrying me.” “Yes,” Katherine answered immediately. “Yes, sir.” I stared at her for another painfully long second before suddenly sighing in disappointment. “That’s unfortunate,” I muttered casually. She blinked in confusion. “I honestly wouldn’t have minded marrying you,” I add

My eyelids fluttered weakly, my vision swimming in and out of focus. The dim light above me blurred into strange shadows as I struggled to steady my breathing. Shapes slowly emerged around me, tall men dressed in black, their faces hidden behind masks, standing silently beside the bed. Blinking harder, I forced my hazy eyes across the room. A man sat casually on the sofa opposite me, completely unmasked, his gaze fixed on me with chilling amusement. I squinted, trying to make sense of the familiar features through the dizziness clouding my head. Fragments of the room began returning to me. The beige curtains, the expensive TV console, the glossy white walls. Recognition slammed into my chest. My eyes flew open completely as I jerked upright, staring at the masked men again before my gaze snapped back to the man on the sofa. My lips parted in horror. “Winston?!” I breathed, glaring at him as though I had seen a ghost rise from the dead. A slow grin stretched across his f

Peter frowned immediately. “Did you see anything? Then give me my phone.” Winston ignored him completely, still laughing while scrolling through the screen. “Wow…” he muttered mockingly. “Why does my girlfriend’s picture fill up your gallery?” “And why is her name saved with a hundred emojis?” Winston continued tauntingly before looking up at him with amusement. “Are you secretly her boyfriend?” Peter grabbed his phone back sharply. “Next boyfriend,” he corrected coldly. For a second, the room fell silent. Then Winston laughed even harder. He turned toward me dramatically. “Did you hear that?” he asked between laughs. “I kept telling you this guy wanted you for himself, but you kept acting blind.” “She’s not blind,” Peter snapped immediately. “I’ve always been her safe space and somehow, you couldn’t take the title from me… for three good years.” He chuckled. “What a pathetic loser.” Winston’s laughter slowly faded. “Maybe next time you’ll actually learn how to zip