Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Ashley

I’ve been pacing around the room since morning after Damien left, and I can’t shake this restless feeling. It’s a mix of fear and confusion that’s been consuming me. My mind keeps searching for answers, but nothing seems to make sense.

Who hacked my account? How am I going to explain this mess to Damien when it’s clear that I was the only one who knew about the announcement, besides his friends?

Is it his friends? Holy shit…… not possible!

I rubbed my palms nervously, what about my father? Has he seen the news?

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I could feel the anxiety building up with each step I took. A sigh escaped my lips as I heard a faint knock at the door. “Aurora, just go!” I screamed, not caring to see who it was. “I’ve already told you that I’m not hungry… Take your lunch away,” the words rolled out in a muffled tone as I sobbed uncontrollably, my hand instinctively covering my mouth to stifle the sound.

“Is Emily, ma,”

“Dinner is ready,” she announced behind the closed door.

My heart raced as I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before responding. I made sure to steady my voice, not wanting her to detect the traces of tears in my words. “I’m not hungry,” I dismissed, hoping she wouldn’t notice the emotional turmoil I am going through right now.

There was a moment of silence before I heard her let out a tired sigh. “Okay, ma,” she replied.

I could hear the sound of the click echoing through the corridor, confirming that she had left. Immediately I collapsed to my knees, overcome with sobs. Fear gripped my heart as I wondered how that monster would punish me. Would he strangle me, or perhaps… Slowly, my gaze swept towards the door of that pink room, will it be there?

Memories of the last time flash through my mind.

No! No! Just no…..!!!

Through my tears, I heard the door being pushed open, and the sound of footsteps approaching. Filled with a mix of anger and pain, I swiftly snapped my head in that direction, ready to yell at the intruder. “I told you that I’m not hungry, Emily!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion.

But suddenly, I stumbled backward, my eyes widening as I saw the person standing just inches away from me with his brow raised in curiosity. Damien glanced at me before a sinister smirk slowly spread across his lips.

“I… You… I mean, um,” I stammered, my voice trailing off as I instinctively took a step back, trying to create some distance between us as he continued to advance toward me.

Is he here to punish me? I didn’t expose anything, please Damien!

My heart was pounding in my chest, and with each step he took, I found myself desperately stepping back, trying to create more distance between us.

“What…… What are you doing?” I stammered, my voice trembling with nervousness. I swallowed nervously, my eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape route.

But he paid no attention to me, wearing a smirk on his face as his eyes gleamed mischievously. He continued to approach me with slow, calculated steps. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to gather some courage. “You… You just stay there,” I opened my mouth, my voice quivering. However, before I could finish my sentence, I felt my back collide with the wall, leaving me trapped between him and the unyielding surface. He comes and stops in front of me, so close that there is no space between us.

Gulping nervously, I naturally shut my eyes, anticipating the worst as I noticed his gaze narrowed on me. Would it be a slap across my face? Or perhaps he would grab my hair and yank it painfully? Maybe he would press me harder against the wall, cutting off my breath? The possibilities raced through my mind as I braced myself for whatever was about to happen.

But to my disbelief, his rough hand gently grabbed my chin, pulling my face forward toward his. Oh my goodness…! I could feel his minty breath fanning across my face.

“Look at me,” his gruff voice sent shivers down my spine, igniting a wave of heat that coursed through my body. Slowly, I complied, opening my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Why are you so beautiful?” he hummed in a deep voice. His words freezing me instantly.

What?!

I gasped at his compliment, my eyes widening in surprise. “You… Did you… What? You… I mean, umm,” I stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

“First time hearing that?” his left eyebrow shot up, an amused expression crossing his face.

Yes… I mean no! Not that this is my first time hearing that but coming from you, Damien! Are you not here to hit me, punish me, or maybe vent your waves of anger on me?

Why does he seem different to me? Did he drink? But he is not irking of alcohol or did he hit his head somewhere?

“Something bothering you?” A faint smirk touches his lips.

I gulped hard as I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind went blank as I struggled to find the right response. Seeing my reaction, his smile widened, and he leaned in even closer. He was dangerously close, his eyes roaming over my body.

“YOU_”

“What about me?” he breathed, his words hanging in the air. I could hear the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat as if it were synchronized with my own.

Holy fuck!

“Hmm… You,” I swallowed hard, desperately trying to find the right word to say to him. But every time I opened my mouth, a wave of warmth washed over my body, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The mix of sexual desires, confusion, and a deep, undeniable attraction hung in the air like an invisible mist, clouding my vision and clouding my mind.

“He is bad news,” I mumbled to myself yet I couldn’t help but crave his touch.

More like he read my mind, he sensually traced his finger along my lips, gently parting them. My jaw dropped in response, and a rush of blood surged through my veins. My heart raced even faster, pounding in my chest very hard, while my pulse beat unevenly. Tremors coursed through my body as his finger slowly traced down my face. His piercing silver eyes locked onto mine.

“YOU_” I get stuck on the same word again.

What is going on? What are you doing to me, Damien? Did you hit your head?

Is this some kind of dream or am I hallucinating?

I pressed my body deeper against the rough wall, desperately trying to create distance between myself and the captivating presence that is invading my personal space.

“You look confused and aroused at the same time,” he stated the obvious, his words cutting through the air. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat, feeling a mix of nervousness. Releasing a deep, shaky breath, I tried to steady myself. My hands clenched tightly by my side as I fought the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch this sculpture of perfection standing before me.

“But the question is…” he muttered, his finger lifting to trace along the bridge of my nose. A soft gasp escaped my mouth, and my eyes fluttered shut involuntarily. A pleasurable moan slipped past my lips as a shiver cascaded down my spine, electrifying every nerve in my body.

“The confusion or the desire?” he whispered, his warm breath gently caressing my earlobe. “Which one is more stronger?”

Damnit!