Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

“Being on that particular plate for two hours,” I gulped hard, my heart pounding in my chest as his voice shattered the silence. Biting my lips, I fought the overwhelming urge to tear my gaze away from the sink, feeling his words roll out like a cruel mockery. It was clear that he knew exactly what he was doing, playing with my emotions like a master conductor.

“I am talking to you, wife,” I tightened my grip on the sponge, my heart racing as his steps drew closer. The anticipation hung in the air like a delicate spell, but before his hand could encircle my waist, a voice unexpectedly resonated from the doorway, shattering the moment and causing him to suddenly halt on his track. I silently did a sigh of the cross before I puffed out a sigh of relief.

“Wow! See who we have here!!”

Startled, my senses were abruptly awakened by a resounding exclamation that echoed through the door. Like a siren’s call, the commanding voice captured our attention, drawing our gaze toward the source. “Sebastian” the name escaped Damien’s lips, dripping with venomous disdain. At that moment, the air became charged with otherworldly energy, as if a spell had been cast, leaving me entranced by the mysterious tension that hung in the room.

As I glanced at the grinning, youthful figure standing at the door, a flicker of recognition sparked within me. It was him, the same guy from the party last night. With a charming grin, he uttered the words, “Nice to meet you too, brother,” gliding effortlessly into the heart of the kitchen, as if he had always belonged there.

“Has the family’s little puppy wandered astray, unable to find its way home?” Damien sneered, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and contempt. The tension in the room grew thicker, like a fog of animosity hanging in the air, as if awaiting Sebastian’s response.

But being the typical Sebastian that he is, he simply shrugs it off with a wide grin, leaving me to wonder if he’s truly mentally sound. “Uncle Dennis wants to see me,” he casually mentions, his nonchalant demeanor adding an air of mystery to the situation.

“Well, since he’s not here, do yourself a favor and make a swift exit,” Damien barked, his voice laced with a sharp edge as he pointed emphatically toward the door. I instinctively flinched at his outburst, looking at him I cringed at the coldness in his eyes. His anger seemed like a storm brewing on the horizon.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The plates on the washing sink have long become a distant memory as I find myself staring at the man, snarling like a devil by my side. His fury is evident, yet Sebastian remains calm and oddly at ease, sparking my curiosity. They are brothers, right? Cousins precisely but that still makes them blood…. So why the seated hatred toward Sebastian? Or is there something I don’t know about? Why should a Lot of secrets lie beneath this intricate tapestry of family ties?

“I know, he told me to wait up for him here,” he calmly responded, his shoulders nonchalantly shrugging. The mischievous grin that adorned my face seemed to grate on the nerves of the devilish presence beside me. With a throaty chuckle, Damien proceeded to taunt, “Well, well, it appears our little puppy now thinks he’s the master of this domain,” his smirk oozed with calculated menace as he took deliberate steps closer. I felt the air crackle with anxiety as if a spell was being woven at that very moment.

“Damien…” I whispered, my voice trembling with nervousness as I reached out and nervously grabbed his hand. He stiffened, freezing in his tracks before his gaze shifted towards me with a murderous intensity. I could feel the fear coursing through my veins, threatening to consume me entirely. This look is different from those lustful stares he was throwing my way a few moments ago. But just as panic began to take hold, Sabastian intervened, pulling me back to reality. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, my beautiful one,” he said, his words soothing my heart amidst the chaos.

“Uhmm… Nice to meet you too, Sabastian,” I stammered, mustering a smile that failed to reach my eyes. Fear gripped me tightly, especially in the presence of this menacing demon. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for Sabastian, who had unwittingly found himself on Damien’s bad side.

“What’s so nice about him?” I gulped, my heart sinking at Damien’s harsh comment. He continued to laugh and mock Sebastian, and it pained me to witness such humiliation. I had hoped that Damien would at least have the decency to spare him from embarrassment, especially in front of me. But perhaps I had set my expectations too high, considering even his friends could be so atrocious towards him… Poor Sebastian! Despite Damien’s hurtful remarks, I turned my gaze back to Sebastian, and to my surprise, he seemed unfazed, a genuine smile still etched on his face. At that moment, his resilience brought a smile to my own lips.

How I wish I could be as confident and brave as Sebastian, not letting other people’s words affect me. But unfortunately, I just couldn’t.

“Nice to meet you, Sebastian,” I blurted out before I could even think, and immediately Damien shot me a sharp glare. But at that moment, Sebastian took my hand in his, offering a comforting gesture that spoke volumes. It was as if he understood the tension and wanted to reassure me.

“Nice to meet you too,” he mumbled, his voice calm and smooth. “Seems my stubborn brother brought you here despite his words, or perhaps he’s afraid Uncle Dennis would withdraw his company from his hold… Poor thing.” As his words sank in, I struggled to comprehend the situation until a loud bark beside me startled me back to my senses.

“YOU DAFT IDIOT……!!!”

My neck just seemed to tilt on its own, drawn towards the source of the commotion. I couldn’t help but notice the intense anger etched on Damien’s face. In that moment, fear gripped me, causing me to instinctively step back from Sabastian. I desperately clung to the edge of the counter, praying that Mrs. Caterina would appear. It felt like Damien was on the verge of losing control, like a raging demon ready to unleash its fury.

But in the blink of an eye, as if time itself had paused, I saw him standing mere inches away from Sabastian, his intentions clear. Yet, before he could make a single move, a voice, rich with authority, resonated from the doorway. “What is the cause of this commotion? What’s happening here?”

Turning around, my legs began to tremble, and I nervously muttered, “Mr. Albrecht,” my voice barely above a whisper.