Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Ashley

My hands were tied behind me, and my eyes were blindfolded with scraps of cloth. I struggled to free myself, but the restraints held tight. Panic set in as I realized that I have been trapped.

I can hear the heavy beating of my heart as fear grips me like a claw. The smell of dust seems strong here and my echoing voice taunts me with its emptiness. My voice kept bouncing back and forth.

“Where am I?” I scream, but the only response is the haunting reverberation of my own terror. My head pounds with a painful ache, like a thousand needles stabbing my brain. And just then my stomach growls, a sign that I’ve gone without food for some time now.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Though despite the rumbling of my stomach and Doctor Jessica’s warnings about my health echoing in my mind, food is the last thing I’m thinking about right now. All that kept coming to my mind was the sight of the lifeless body of the innocent driver slumped over the steering wheel.

Oh my God……! I bite down hard on my lips to stifle my sobs as cold goosebumps crawl down my skin. My body trembled in fear before my mind raced with terrifying questions: Will I be next? Will they kill me like they did the driver?

Will anyone save me?

But suddenly my jumbled thoughts were interrupted by the ominous creak of a door opening, followed by the heavy, deliberate click of a boot on the floor. The sound sends a chill down my spine, and my heart races with uneasiness and dread.

“Wh… Who’s there?” I stammer, my voice trembling as I frantically wiggle my tied hands, desperate to free myself. The ropes dig deeper into my skin as I struggle, but they refuse to budge. My heart races with every step, the footsteps growing louder and closer, echoing off the walls.

“Who the fuck are you?’ I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear, as I gulped hard and tried to crawl away. But my body betrays me, refusing to move. And that’s when I realized that my legs were also shackled together by cold, unforgiving chains.

And suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and I sensed a presence looming over me before I felt a warm breath dance across my face, sending shivers down my spine. And immediately, the cloth covering my eyes was forcefully ripped away, leaving me momentarily blinded by the intense sunlight seeping through the open door.

“Ah!” I exclaimed, my eyes reflexively shutting tight as the sun’s rays hit my face.

“Hello, pretty damsel,” a deep, masculine voice resonated, sending shock waves down my spine. And immediately I snapped my eyes open, and my gaze locked with the man’s face as he squatted beside me.

My heart skipped a beat as our faces drew level, and I felt a jolt of recognition. The familiarity of his features made my mind race, but I couldn’t quite place where we had met before. His chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and rugged charm all seemed to stir a memory, but it lingered just out of reach.

“You!” My voice trailing off as I struggled to place where we’d met before.

“Nice meeting you again,” he said with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. He then stood up, his movements fluid and confident, and he turned his back on me,

Where have we met before?

I stared at him in utter shock, my mind reeling as I struggled to place his familiar face. Suddenly, his name burst forth in my memory like a revelation, “Alexander Smith.” I whispered it aloud, my voice barely audible.

He froze instantly, and then, with calculated steps, he turned to face me, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. “You still remember,” he purred, his voice dripping with a sinister satisfaction.

“What the fuck am I doing here?” I bellowed instantly, my voice echoing off the walls as I glared at him with my eyes blazing with fury. But instead, he remained unmoved, his expression unyielding, his raised brow mocking me with its calm superiority.

I yelled again, my frustration boiling over, “Why the fuck am I here? Why did you bring me here?” My words hung in the air, demanding answers, but Alexander’s silence was like a slap in the face, leaving me seething with rage and helplessness.

And just then, my eyes stung as Sebastian’s words about Alexander began to flash through my mind like a stark reminder. The memory of his encounter with Damien in the hallway that fateful night came flooding back, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to blink back the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

What if he harms me?

However, with a slow shake of his head, Alexander smiled as the door creaked open and one of his men entered, carrying a chair. The man set it down in front of me, and Alexander sat down, his eyes never leaving mine.

He rubbed his jaw contemplatively, his gaze roaming over me. “Has she been fed yet?” he asked the person beside him, his voice low and even, his eyes still fixed on me.

“I don’t fucking need your food,” I spat, shaking my head not even giving the guy any chance to respond.

“Just let me go, please,”I cried out, my voice cracking at the end with desperation as I pleaded with him.

But instead of sympathy, he threw his head back and let out a cold, mirthless laugh that sent chills down my spine. The sound was like ice water in my veins, and I felt a shiver run down my back.

“Do you think I brought you all the way here just to let you off scot-free?” he asked, his voice lacing with sarcasm and his eyes flashing with anger.

“Is this some kind of playground to you, pretty damsel?” he sneered, his gaze piercing through me like a dagger.

I gulped hard, trying to swallow my fear, and asked in a shaky voice, “Why am I here?”

Alexander’s gaze bore into me, his eyes narrowing slightly for a while before he let out a heavy sigh. He rubbed his jaw, his expression thoughtful, before responding, “You see, I’ve always had my doubts about the love between you and that bastard, Damien. But today, I want to know just how important you are to him.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at his words, and before I could think better of it, I blurted out, “You two aren’t on the best terms, so let me go if you don’t want to incur more of his wrath!”

I sounded so serious but merely looking at me, Alexander’s expression turned amused, and he raised his left eyebrow mockingly. “Who, Damien?” he asked sarcastically. The way he said it, made my skin crawl.

“He will come for me,” I snarled, threatening him, though unsure of even my own words.

Am I even important to Damien?

What if he doesn’t bat an eye at my demise?

Yet my threats seemed not to even bulge him. Laughing hard like I have just said something so funny, Alexander rose from his seat and began to stalk towards me, his slow, deliberate steps filling me with dread. He halted in front of me. The smile disappeared, his eyes burning with hatred as he then squatted down to my level, his face inches away from mine.

But I immediately cringed my face in disgust as his hot breath whispered against my skin before he snarled through gritted teeth, his voice low and horrifying. “That’s what I want, pretty damsel.”

“To come so that I will see the look on his face when I end two important people in his life, you and…” His sharp gaze trailed down to my stomach, and he smirked deadly, his eyes gleaming with malice as he blurted out the word that drained the life out of me. “And the baby,”