Captive Love From The Mob Boss Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

"Please I feel weak! '' Lucy begged amidst her tears. She had never felt this way in her entire life looking for means of survival. She felt her strength leaving her body and she slowly fell into Barry's arms. Everyone in the Vip room widened their eyes in shock. "This girl is indeed grounded! " One of them commented and signaled Barry to take Lucy's body away from him. Before they could move Barry gave them a shock. He carried Lucy himself to his own Vip room not caring who was watching. They look surprised, it was obvious Barry took interest in the poor girl but they all know how it will end because their cold mafia boss is not capable of loving a woman not to talk of even keeping a stripp

In the footage of his arrest, Eugene, holding a sharp knife, knelt on the ground muttering, "Darling, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've avenged you..." After watching the news, my classmates commented with emotions in the group chat. "Has Eugene gone mad? Whom was he avenging?" "Alas, they were so deep in love before. How did it end like this?" "The young love turned into hatred at last." "Besides, their relationship started with Megan's deception." The truth was simple. To the past Eugene, Megan was like a flower in his dull life. He loved her, yet she was unattainable. To him, Megan was like a flower blooming in the mud.

Only heartbreaking screams of agony can be heard. “Turn on the lights,” Robin instructed. One of the guards dashed to turn on the electricity. Robin waited for the light to turn on before continuing his steps. *** “Let me go!” A woman screamed as a man sat on top of her body on the floor. A thick cable is used to tie both of her hands. When the light came on, Carita's face was filled with horror as she watched the mafia member she relied on collapse around her. The remaining quarter had been apprehended by Robin Luciano's men, kneeling in a tied position with their mouths gagged.

Boss you’re here, Gary said, making way for him. Aiden’s gaze swept over the captives, his expression a mask of cold fury. A trickle of blood snaked down one man's temple, staining his already dirt-smeared cheek. Aiden didn't flinch. He approached the man with the head wound, his shoes echoing on the damp concrete floor. He knelt, his eyes level with the captive's, the intensity of his stare almost palpable.

“Three weeks and Adrian Valerio will be mine. Willing or not.” Her mind replayed the image of Adrian’s indifference in his office, Ethan’s defiance, her own humiliation. The anger resurfaced, but this time it tasted sweeter, tempered by strategy. Cassandra Rossi did not lose. She had the blood of mafiosi in her veins, and bloodlines like hers didn’t bend — they conquered. As she turned the ignition and the engine roared to life, she allowed herself a final whisper, sharp and certain: “You’ll regret crossing me, Adrian. By March 5th, you won’t just be my husband. You’ll be my prisoner.”

Nia and Caterina turned sharply towards the voice, and Nia’s breath caught in her throat. Massimo stood at the doorway, his expression dark and unreadable, his gaze moved between the two of them. Nia’s stomach churned violently. This was it. This was how it would all end. Their love story—if she could even call it that—was doomed before it had a chance to truly begin. The forbidden love between the Mafia and his enemy’s daughter, could have been a hit story.

She was so tired that before she knew here legs gave out under her and she fell to the ground. Meanwhile at the Francesco mansion, Marco was livid because he found out his partner in crime, Giovanni had been working with the Russian mafia underboss, leaking information and was going to kill him. One of his men came to him that they had caught him when he was about to flee the country and they had tied him up in the chair at the usual spot. (The spot was were they kept traitors who were going to die, which was close to the ocean bank where no one will hear when he shot them, not that he cared)

"Are you okay?" "Yes, look, after everything that has happened, I realized that I don't ever want to be without you; I can't stand being apart from you. I want to protect you from everything the world throws our way. You are everything I want and more. Alessia, I love you so much that I can't go a second without you." He chuckled. "I know it sounds cheesy coming from a mafia boss, but I want you to know that I love you so much it hurts, and I don't care how people might see me if they should hear me now, but it's the truth." He stopped, and when I turned around and saw him kneeling on the ground, my eyes widened.

365 Days to Fall in Love with Mr. Mafia Boss The rain in Milan smelled like gasoline and wet stone. I pulled my coat tighter, but the February chill had already settled into my bones. Not that I could afford to care about comfort. Not when I was standing outside Velluto Nero, the club everyone in the city whispered about but no one admitted to entering. They said the owner didn’t have a name. Just a title: Il Capo. The Boss. I wasn’t here for rumors. I was here because my brother owed him €300,000. And as of three days ago, Luca had vanished.

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”