Captured By The Mafia

Nathalia’s POV

“That’s all for today. Class is dismissed.”

My classmates quickly stood up and hurriedly left as soon as our last professor left the room. Some of them were even pushing each other at the door, seeming eager to go home. I couldn’t help but laugh as I organized my belongings.

I was taken aback when I felt a tap on my right shoulder. Madeline’s smiling face greeted me when I turned around.

“Your debut is coming up soon, girl! I’m sure Uncle Edwin and Auntie Marcel will prepare for it extravagantly! I’m so excited already!” she squealed.

I just shook my head while smiling. “That’s not going to happen.”

She suddenly stopped, her forehead creasing. “Huh?”

I shrugged. “I already talked to them about it. Just so you know, I want my birthday this time to be simple and private. I’ll only invite a few guests, and there won’t be a big party like you expect.”

I slung my handbag over my right shoulder and stood up. It was only then that I noticed we were the only ones left in the classroom.

“Let’s go!” I said to her.

She followed me with a pout on her face.

I was sure that our three other friends, Harold, Albert, and Damon, had already beaten us to the cafeteria to eat. They often get hungry, but I never quite understood where they put all the food they consumed.

“Are you serious about this? I can’t believe you convinced your parents. Knowing them, I’m sure they have already planned something special for your special day,” she said with a tinge of regret in her voice.

I winced at her words. Indeed, my parents loved to surprise me. In the past, they always went all out to prepare for my birthday celebration.

They invited many guests, some of whom were their business partners. The parties were often held at a resort, hotel, restaurant, or one of their grand function halls.

But I want this year to be different. Yes, my parents own a large hotel chain, but I don’t want them to spend a lot of money just because of me.

Because I am not their real child.

This is a part of my identity that no one knows, not even my friends. It’s better that way to avoid questions and issues.

Over the years, Mom and Dad never had another child. I understand why they lavish me with almost everything. Other people understand it too, as they often say that I am their only child.

They are one of the reasons why I am excited to finish my studies. I only have two years left, and finally, I’ll be able to help their business. It’s one way for me to show my gratitude to them.

“At first, it was really challenging to convince them. It took me a lot of effort just for them to say yes,” I admitted.

That’s true. They gave me a lot of conditions before they agreed.

She let out a sigh, causing me to glare at her. She quickly raised both hands in surrender.

“Okay. If that’s what you want. We don’t mind whether your birthday celebration is extravagant or simple. But I guess we’re included among the few guests, right?” she asked hesitantly.

I briefly stopped walking to give her a disapproving look. “Of course! What kind of question is that?”

I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but sadness seemed to have passed through her eyes, quickly replaced by joy.

“It’s nothing. I just want to confirm. I don’t want to assume that we’re invited.”

I lightly hit her on the arm. “You’re really crazy!”