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."  

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Story by white pheonix

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

Two weeks later after Asher's birth , at the grocery mall, ARAYA'S attention never left her little bundle of joy as she picked the groceries from each rack . 


Suddenly a shadowy figure loomed over her ,blocking her path. 


**"Hello, Miss Araya Kathryn Elizabeth Stewart... or rather, Mrs. Kath Yang."** 


A cold shiver raced down Araya's spine, her breath hitching as the weight of that voice settled around her like a suffocating fog. Her fingers instinctively clenched the handle of the baby stroller, knuckles turning white. Disgust twisted her delicate features, her stomach recoiling at the sight of the man standing before her. 


He had that smirk again, the one that sent a wave of nausea crashing over her. The same smirk he had worn the night he had stolen everything from her. He had been watching her; she knew it. He had been watching the moment she stepped into the mall, lurking, waiting like a predator. 


You only have to make two choices