Trapped by the Mafia King

ious room filled with luxurious furniture and decorations. Just as I straightened my

y eyes widened with horror at the thought of a man seeing me undressed. I b

ole body, tears began to stream down my fa

ed politely. She put a tray down and checked my forehead fo

bbed her wrinkled hand and pleaded

lled a team of elite doctors to treat you. It has been two days, and you are finally awak

four hours." I leaned back against the pillow, f

drip and advised me to feed you something." She held a bow

me. The man whose name I didn't know had trapped me here. It's not like an

My hands were swollen from the drip; perhaps the doctors had figured out my i

sed my beauty. Having never received a compliment in

I asked after taking

. Master asked me to take good

nda impressed me with her elegance and manners. My aunt, being an imperial relat

hat we must address you as Madam." Linda

s a maiden with the title of a married woman." I explained,

s familiar deep voice resonated in the room

re dinner," he order

, unwilling to face him. He chuckled evilly and took

ed, my imagination running wild. 'Is he going to ta

and dropped a pen from his pocket. He then sat

it, bu

n. His dark hair was neatly styled, perfectly complementing the sharp, angular features of his face. His eyes were a

ence and control. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing a glimpse of a well-defined c

scent of expensive cologne that lingered in the air. But beneath the polished exterio

down my spine. His gaze never wavered, locked onto me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. Despite

of this man, this stranger who had someho

go?" I asked, taking a chance

e you want." He glared into my eyes, as

slave contract, and he had no intention of letting me go. He must be afraid tha

telling you! I will not speak a word. Let me go! My uncle is in the military; he will hunt you down to he

How many have you committed?" I asked, my hands trembling

s fingers in an incomprehensible way

ng the pen into my hand. "Sign it!" His voice sent a shiver down my spine

urned out to be a 'Marriage Certificate' and a legal contract. I covered

aking as tears rolled down my cheeks. If only I had accepted my fiancé's proposal when

retorted sharply, his eyes dark and intense. "It protects your rights and is somewha

tion. Forced into a corner, facing a man whose intentions were as murky as his ey

ds, contemplating my options, the