All Chapters of The Abused Daughter is a Mafia Princess : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alina's POVBy the time I reached the corridor where he had left me, my hands were trembling so badly that I had to press them together to keep them still. I sat down on the chair he had told me to wait in, staring at the bandage around my arm as though it belonged to someone else.It’s not like it’s my first time seeing blood. I had seen people fight, watched men threaten each other, and grown up around enough ugly truths to know that the world wasn't always kind. But I had never seen someone die, at least… not like that. Not with a gun firing repeatedly while the man holding it barely seemed to register what he was doing.Roman's face kept appearing in my mind. The blood splattered across his face, the complete absence of emotion in his eyes and the way he had lowered the gun as though he had merely finished a task he didn't particularly enjoy.And the worst part was that I knew why he had done it.Those men had come to kill us. They had walked into a crowded restaurant with guns, t

Alina's POVThe knock came again.I froze in the bathtub, my eyes fixed on the bathroom door. After everything that had happened that evening, I wasn't about to assume whoever stood outside was harmless. I hurried out of the bathtub, wrapped myself in a towel and reached for the first heavy object I could find, a thick glass bottle of body wash, and gripped it tightly.“Who is it?” I called out, trying to sound braver than I felt.“It's me.” Roman said calmly. I let out a breath, but I didn't put the bottle down when he spoke again, “You can put down whatever you have picked up to smack me with, sweetheart.”My eyes widened. I glanced at the bottle in my hand, then towards the door. How the hell did he know? I opened the door and saw Roman standing on the other side, looking far too amused for someone who had just interrupted my attempt at a peaceful bath.“Do you have cameras in here?” I demanded.He looked at the bottle in my hand before returning his gaze to my face, “No. It's re

Alina's POV“Ethan?”“Yes.” His voice softened the moment he heard me say his name, “It's me, Alina.”I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen as though it might explain why my ex-boyfriend had suddenly decided to call me in the middle of the night. Then I pressed it back against my ear, my irritation finally catching up with my surprise.“Why the fuck are you calling me this late at night?”“I know it's late. I am sorry, but it's important. Can we talk…”“No.” The answer came out before he could finish, “After what you did to me, Ethan? No. Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it.”“Alina, please. Just listen to me for five minutes. Let me explain myself.”I leaned back in my chair, my eyes drifting towards Roman, who was still fast asleep on the bed. His blanket had slipped down to his waist, and one arm was hanging off the edge of the mattress. If he were to find out who I was on the call with, I had no idea who he would kill first.I went quiet for se

Alina's POVHis fingers tightened around my wrist before I could pull away, “Ethan, let go of me!”Instead, he dragged me towards the wall, forcing me backwards until my shoulders hit it. I barely had time to react before he leaned in, trying to kiss me. I turned my face away, shoving against his chest, but he caught my other wrist and pinned it beside my head.“Stop it!” I snapped, struggling to free myself, “Have you lost your fucking mind?”“Alina, just listen to me.”“I said get the fuck off me!” I jerked my head forward and slammed my forehead into his nose. A sickening crunch filled the space between us.“FUCK!” Ethan stumbled backwards, releasing me as both hands flew to his face. Blood trickled between his fingers, and he swore loudly, nearly tripping over the chair behind him.I didn't wait for him to recover. I lifted my legs to kick him further away from me and immediately reached out for my bag to pull out my pistol.“Take another step, Ethan, and I swear to God, I will sh

Alina's POVI was sitting in the smaller section of the living hall, tucked away from the main entrance by a partition. From where I sat, anyone standing near the door wouldn't be able to see me unless they deliberately looked in my direction.I shut my laptop and stood up on my feet.Martha was in the middle of the hall, looking around with an expression that suggested she expected the entire household to drop whatever they were doing and attend to her. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a fitted cream outfit with gold jewellery at her wrists. Her handbag rested in the crook of her arm, and her eyes were moving from one corner of the room to another.“Roman!” She called out loud, “Roman! Where are you? Come out.”I stepped around the partition, revealing myself, “Good evening, Mrs. Carusso.”She turned towards me and her expressions hardened instantly, “You…”I walked towards her, smiling, “Are you looking for Roman? He has gone out. Was there something you needed him for?”He