All Chapters of THE MAFIA DOLL: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I kept running until I couldn't see the school anymore. My legs were beginning to hurt, and my breathing had become uneven, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get as far away from Queen's University as possible.Passersby kept staring at me in disgust. Some whispered among themselves, while others moved away whenever I came close.That was when I remembered I was still covered in red paint.Oh, God! Could this day get any worse?I looked down at my uniform, which was completely ruined. My once-white shirt was stained red, and my hair was sticky with paint.I must look like someone who just escaped from a horror movie.I found a quiet spot beside an empty building and sat on the cold pavement, hugging my knees tightly against my chest.The memories of what happened at school kept replaying in my head.Ella's mocking laughter.Bella's painful slaps.Rena's cruel words.And worst of all, Dylan's disgusted expression.The same Dylan Eddie I had been crushing on for years.The same boy wh

I couldn't believe I was standing so close to the most dangerous and ruthless mafia boss in New York.And the worst part?He had just called me his Doll.My heart was beating so fast that I wondered if he could hear it. His beautiful green eyes remained fixed on mine, and for some strange reason, butterflies were dancing in my stomach.Was I really that beautiful?Had I somehow captured the attention of the Almighty Bryan De Luca?Or was he simply playing with my feelings?"You are my Doll, Carla Mayday," he repeated, his deep voice sending another strange sensation through my body.I swallowed nervously."I'm not your Doll, Mr. De Luca."His lips curved into a small smile."And since you already knew I was Mr. John's daughter, why did you insist that he shoot me?"Bryan tilted his head, looking almost surprised by my question."Doll, I would never allow your father to shoot you."He said it so innocently that I almost believed him.For a moment, I wondered whether Bryan De Luca had a

I stood there with my eyes wide open, staring at the beautiful diamond ring Bryan De Luca had just slipped onto my finger.Was this man seriously calling me his wife?Without asking for my permission?Without a wedding?Without even knowing whether I liked him?I forcefully pulled my hand away from his grip."I know what you're thinking, Doll," Bryan said, his beautiful green eyes fixed on mine. "Don't even think about taking that ring off."His voice was calm, but the warning behind it sent chills down my spine.I raised my chin stubbornly."And what if I do?"A dangerous smile appeared on his handsome face."Then you'll officially become an orphan."My heart skipped a beat.I glanced toward my father, who was still struggling with the injuries Bryan had inflicted on him, and then at my nanny, who was holding her wounded arm.Was he seriously threatening to kill them over a ring?"You are a psycho, Bryan De Luca!" I shouted.He chuckled."And you're the wife of a psycho, Carla De Luc

I walked out of the school cafeteria with my head held high.For the first time in my life, I had defended myself.I, Carla Mayday, had slapped Ella Benson.The same girl who had made my school life miserable for years.I couldn't believe it.A small smile appeared on my face as I remembered the shocked expression on hers.Maybe I wasn't as weak as everyone thought.Maybe I was finally learning to stand up for myself.I was about to enter my classroom when three familiar figures blocked my path.Oh, great!Just when I thought my day was getting better.Dylan Eddie stood before me with his friends, Daniel Raymond and Danny Shane.His handsome face was twisted with anger."How dare you slap my girlfriend, Car Midnight?"I folded my arms."It's Carla Mayday, Dylan."He ignored my correction."Do you have any idea what you've done?""Yes. I slapped someone who insulted my late mother."Dylan stepped closer."You're going to apologize to Ella."I stared at him."Excuse me?""You heard me.

I couldn't believe it. I had actually killed Ella and Bella. The thought kept echoing in my mind, refusing to feel real no matter how many times I repeated it. How could I have done something so terrible? How had everything spiraled so far out of control that I had become responsible for two deaths?My hands were stained with blood, and no matter how hard I tried to wipe them against my clothes, I could still feel it. It was as though the blood had seeped into my skin, leaving a mark that no amount of washing could ever erase. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stared at my trembling fingers, desperately wishing I could turn back time."What have I done?" I whispered, my voice breaking beneath the weight of my guilt. "I'm a monster!"The memories kept replaying in my mind, making it difficult to breathe. Every passing second brought another wave of horror, and I felt as though I was drowning in my own thoughts. I had never imagined myself capable of doing something so terrible. I was C