Chained By A Possessive Mafia s Love

Anna’s POV’

In the middle of an ocean, into an unknown island of a vast castle.

It was a dazzling day — the sunlight coming through the window. I was lying inside a vast master bedroom. In front of me, there was a gigantic window, made of glass and curtains fully opened. My head felt heavy, so I sat up with a bit of trouble.

After looking around, I thought something was wrong. Everything was dead silent, and nobody was around. I tried to think about what I was doing here, and the most crucial point was who brought me here.

I looked around and carefully scanned my surroundings. I was in a bedroom decorated in dark chocolate color, giving me a dark and dangerous aura; I didn't know where exactly I was for now.

Not knowing how long I have been here because, I just woke up and the last thing I remembered was being inside my bedroom.

After that, I felt some weird scent hit my nose, and darkness covered my vision. After that, I remembered nothing else.

Shit! How could a person remember anything when she or he blacked out suddenly like me?.

I was not prepared for this. It took me off guard, but now I woke up, laying in a vast master bedroom. I was silent for 10 minutes; when I finally understood what was happening here, I started to freak out.. Someone had kidnapped me.

I gulp hard in fear.

Yeah, I'm scared and terrified.

I hurriedly got off the bed and went to the window to look outside.

I never expected to see what I saw, and more fear arose in my heart. From here, I could only see water as far away as I could. It was like an ocean.

I open the window and look down. I wanted to jump from here, but immediately closed the window when I saw the height. I slowly pat my poor heart which was jumping like a crazy dog. I felt like I was standing in a deep trench. If I jumped from here, I might instantly turn into an ugly ghost, and obviously, I didn't want that.

Helplessly, I was assuring myself to stay calm.

Turning around, I looked towards the closed door and walked towards it. When I reached there, I stood there for a few minutes, finally gathering a little courage left in my heart—surprisingly, I had a little courage left.

I grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door. I thought the door wouldn't open, but it was also proved wrong, just like my other destructive thoughts. The closed door opened as soon as I pressed the door handle.

At this moment, my heart calmed down a little. But just as I got out of the bedroom, I was engulfed with shock again. In front of me, four well-built, overbuilt men were standing in a line.

I froze in that spot, seeing those scary-looking men. I was in an awkward situation. All of them were looking at me and suddenly lowered their heads and respectfully bowed to me.