whitepheonix

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape.  

This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.  

"I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go."  

My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest.  

A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable.  

"Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this."  

A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact.  

The room pulsed with danger.  

**"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."**  

His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation.  

"You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark."  

A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening.  

"Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me."  

He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips.  

"Now… come here."  

---

Story by white pheonix

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

Araya woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. She rubbed her eyes, her body weighed down by exhaustion and despair. 


"Sorry, Ara. I had to leave quickly—something urgent came up. I didn't want to disturb your sleep. Just so you know, I made breakfast. Love, Ash." 


"Sorry, Ara. I can't come around today. 


 An emergency came up at work. Love, Alex." 


The loneliness was suffocating. Araya sighed, her heart heavy as she placed the phone on the couch. With tears threatening to spill, she turned on her heels and returned to her room, collapsing onto her bed. 


tears fall freely, her sobs echoing in the silence. 


Araya sat quietly on the cool sand, her gaze locked on the vast, endless ocean. The waves crashed softly, a soothing rhythm that offered a fragile solace. For her, the sea was a lifeline, a place that gave her fleeting moments of peace in a life filled with anguish. 


Get ride of the baby