Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Olivia

Exactly 8:30 am

At the Enchanted Moonrise Hotel on the outskirts of town, I found myself seated on the bed in room 418, anxiously checking my wristwatch. Suddenly, the door swung open, and six men dressed in black suits strode in.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“And here she is, the tigress.” I stood up the moment I caught sight of Alexander entering.

“Good morning,” I greeted, nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

Though we might be working together, I still feel uneasy in his presence. He gives off a chilling, and menacing vibe. Damien may have a reputation for being ruthless, but the man before me now, clad in a sharp black tuxedo, is truly dreadful.

His demeanor changed as he closed the windows and kept only the AC running. Lighting a cigarette, he settled in, releasing smoke into the air as he fixed his gaze on me.

“Sit,” he barked in a cold tone. I nodded, mustering a small forceful smile, and took a seat. I cleared my throat, trying to calm my nerves.

As he puffed out another smoke, a smirk played on his lips while he observed the cigarette in his hand. The smoke swirled in the air, slightly blurring his face.

I don’t understand why he wanted me here so early and in this secluded part of town. But one thing I’ve picked up on in our time working together for the past few weeks is that he seems to be keeping something hidden.

But who is he hiding from… could it be Damien?

“You see,” he began, making me halt my thoughts and turn to face him. “We’ve held up our end of the deal,” he stated, releasing more smoke into the air.

I wrinkled my nose at the acrid scent but felt powerless. It’s like striking a bargain with the devil… where your voice holds no weight.

They can make you vanish in a second, and nobody would care.

“Yes,” I responded.

“Exactly,” he exclaimed, clapping his hands, and one of his men approached, handing me a black suitcase.

I glanced at the suitcase in my hands, then back at him, feeling my curiosity intensify.

“So, these are all the documents of your father’s properties,” I gasped in disbelief at the revelation. “And his will too,” he added.

I quickly moved to open it, “The pin is 2000/04,” one of the guards mentioned, causing my fingers to freeze halfway.

2000/04… That’s Ashley’s birth year and month.

Seeing the look on my face, Alexander cleared his throat, “It looks like your father still favors your sister, little tigress,” he chuckled, catching my attention.

His words shattered my heart, and I felt every part of it breaking. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“Half of his properties were willed to her name… Ashley,” he smirked mysteriously, placing emphasis on that name.

“You… You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I shouted, my heart racing, but as he gazed at me, he erupted into a thunderous laugh.

My anger is simmering within me. Using his head, he motioned for me to open the suitcase.

Glancing at the suitcase once again, I gulped hard, my fingers trembling as I slowly entered the pin, and BOOM…!!! The box opened instantly.

“You see,” he chuckled.

Swallowing hard to the bitter truth, I quickly shuffled through the files until my hand found the white, neatly folded paper by the second zip inside the box. My heart throbbed hard as I quietly opened it and started going through it. My eyes watered at every single word that was written, he was right.

Most of the properties were willed to her name.

Why?!!

Am I not enough of a daughter to him? Even after everything, he still gave her most of the things and left little in my name.

The anger in me turned into pain, tugging at my heart as I kept staring at the piece of paper.

“Hmm, it is surprising to see the little tigress cry,” Alexander laughed, earning a side glare from me.

But immediately his gaze darkened, and the laugh vanished, replaced by a cold and hardened expression. “But we can still help you,” I instantly tossed the paper aside and turned to face him. “How?” I stammered, sniffing as I wiped my tears away.

Nodding at his other guard, who stepped forward with a well-written contract in his hold. “What’s this?”

“We have managed to draft out another will for you. All you need is just to get the sick, almost dead man to sign it, and then…” He paused, looking at me. “Then all his properties will be under your ownership.”

My heart skipped instantly at the news, “I don’t get it.”

“Everything is ready, just his signature, and you will get the properties. I am sure you weren’t expecting the old man to start rewriting his wills, so we did everything for you,” he smiled, flashing all his pearly white teeth.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” I said, rushing to grab the document from his hand, but his cold voice instantly stopped me in my tracks. “Not so fast, darling.”

“But that’s on one condition,”

I paused and turned to face him. “Which condition again?”

“Get her for me.”

“Who?” I raised my left brow at him in confusion.

“The wife, your sister… Ashley.”

That brat… how do I even get that winch? We are not on good terms, and obviously, I am the last person she will want to see. And now if I tell Mason to bring her, that will be the impossible part because now Damien knows about them. This is crazy… Gosh, I shouldn’t have told Damien about them.

This is fucked up!

“This wasn’t the plan,” I suddenly said, disagreeing with his offer.

“The plan was to break them, stop their union, to get in the picture,”

Shaking his head, he dropped the minuscule of the cigarette in the ashtray before muttering. “Come to think of it, what will their break up do for me?” He turned, and our eyes locked. “People that break up will still reconcile,” he laughed, tapping his left foot on the cold tiles.

“But….”

“Do you want the properties or not?” He asked, cutting me off instantly.

Do I want the properties? Absolutely, but then, I took a deep breath, squeezing my fists to calm my jittery nerves. I’ve come too far to give up now. “Yes, I want the properties,” I declared, looking straight into his eyes.

“Good,” he clapped his hands, smirking with a dangerous look. “The faster you get her to me, the better for you. The ball is in your court now.”

With that said, he rose from the chair and began moving towards the door. One of his guards opened the door for him. Pausing in front of the door, he glanced back at me. “The document will be here waiting for you. The faster, the better.”