Semua Bab Sold to the Mafia who ruined me : Bab 1 - Bab 5

My eyes kept darting between the door and my phone, praying that he would walk in with some excuse about traffic, a last-minute business meeting, or anything. Just one text from him was all I needed to calm myself down at this point.A notification buzzed from my phone.My palms grew sweaty as I snatched the phone from the table, but it was only an article about some billionaire’s latest achievement. I locked my phone screen, because I couldn't care less.Today was our third anniversary, and Liam was nowhere to be found.My hands shook as I dialed his number again. And it went straight to voicemail for the fifth time. “Where the hell are you, Liam?”I left money on the table and walked out, abandoning the reservation I’d booked weeks ago. What was the point without him?I hailed a taxi and gave the driver Liam’s address.The taxi ride was pure torture. I kept refreshing my messages like an idiot. But the screen remained empty.When we pulled up outside his apartment, relief flooded th

The next morning, I woke up to an empty chair.Greco was gone.I stared at it for a moment before looking away. Of course he was. He had already done more than enough for me. Besides, he was Greco Ashworth. A billionaire. The CEO of one of the biggest companies in LA.He wasn't going to sit around babysitting a stranger.So why did I feel disappointed?I pushed the thought aside and reached for my phone.The moment the screen lit up, my stomach sank.Twenty missed calls, and every single one of them were from Veronica_my stepmom."Shit."My heart started beating faster. There was a text too from her, and I already knew it wasn't going to be anything good.Still, my fingers hesitated before I opened it. ‘Useless brat. Make sure you're home by nine. Whatever it takes.’.Fear got the better side of me. I checked the time.8:30 a.m.My eyes widened. No. No. No.I threw the blanket off and scrambled out of bed. If I wasn't home by nine, Veronica would make my life a living hell.I grabbed

I turned and walked out, and she followed behind me. The closer we got to the living room, the louder the voices became. "She's coming," Veronica said. "Good," a deep male voice replied. My stomach tightened, my steps slowing down. A second later, Clara walked straight into my back. "Why did you stop?" I ignored her, my feet still rooted to the spot. "Move." She shoved me forward. I stumbled forward before gaining my balance. The urge to turn around and break the fingers she used to shove me was tempting. But I didn't. Taking a deep breath, I rounded the corner and entered the living room. The first thing I noticed when I entered was the men. Two huge men dressed in black suits stood near the door. Their expressions were blank and their faces stern. Then my gaze shifted to the man sitting on the couch–the one my stepmom preserved for guests that mattered. My heartbeat pounded so violently against my ribs that I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.