Chained By the Italian Mafioso

I was stepping into a life I couldn't escape. Máximo's mansion loomed ahead, cold and imposing, like a monument to power, i

dn't b

oo grand, too perfect-its marble floors gleaming under the soft, golden light. The chandeliers overhead spark

any emotion. He didn't wait for me to respond befo

n was beautiful, but it felt hollow. Like everything here was just a façade, a mask to hide the rot beneath. I had n

in front of a large double door. He knocked once, firmly,

Ent

e of the room was calm, authoritative.

k, the only light coming from a fireplace that burned softly on the far side of the room. The fu

to me. He didn't even turn when I entered, as if he were the master

oice, low and dangerous, was

situation pressed down on me, and the fear that had been simmering inside me since the moment

turning around. - "You don't have a choice. This

at to say. What could I say? He was right. My life

was a thread of something else there. A calm malice t

ery step I took. When I was just a few feet away, he finally turned to face me. His eyes lo

re here, Suzete?" - He asked,

at the floor, feeling like a chil

whispered. -

ows over his sharp features. - "Because now you belong to me. Your lif

h. I felt the air leave my lungs. His voice, his presence

sn't his. I wasn't anyone's. But the reality was,

was discussing a trivial matter. - "You'll bear my children. You'll stan

sweetness in them. There was only the coldness of

hough the words felt foreign in

uel. - "Love is a weakness, Suzet

enched into fists at my sides. This was my reality now. A gilded c

voice softened, as if he were speaking t

ger and despair. But the anger... the

r

.

dn't b

ted to scream, to fight, but the reality of the situation crushed me into silence. Every part of me trembl

used to be. His eyes bored into mine, predatory, calculating. He knew.

ou?" - His voice was smooth, almost moc

object for him to manipulate. But I couldn't. My throat tightened,

o you wan

d toward me, the click of his shoes against the marble floor echoing in the room. I felt my pulse qu

u to learn your place. To understand that you belong to me. You'll learn to obey, to se

have promised me something better. But instead

out to stroke my cheek, his touch cold, calculating. - "Eve

s quick, like a vice, holding me in place. His fingers

his lips brushing against my ear. - "In time, you'll come to understand

, but I couldn't. I was nothing. I w

ping my lips, but there was fire in them. I had to hold on to

. - "You will, Suzete. In time, you'll beg for me. For my a

satisfaction. He was enjoying this. Enjoying seeing me squirm, s

, his tone final, dismissing me like I

ned for me to follow him. I didn't resist. I couldn't. I was too exhausted, t

I took feeling heavier than the last. I was trapped in

personal, as if no one had ever truly lived in it. The walls were adorned with expensive art, but none of it had meaning. Th

if waiting for something. But I didn't care anymore. I walked past him wit

, hot and uncontrollable. I felt like a fool, like a coward, crying in a place that wasn't

from me in a matter of hours. And the worst

retend that none of this was real. But every time I closed my eyes

was no