Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Tears were rushing down my face as I hurried down stairs.

All my world seemed to be crumbling before me for real this time.

My heart was full of pain, and hurt.

I haven’t felt this broken before all through my life.

It feels like I am suffocating. I held my chest, feeling a painful tug against my heart.

So all the time I have been living with that monster from that very night.

He was the reason that my life was full of pain, bruises, suffering and trauma.

I was almost downstairs, when a hand suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an empty corridor in the restaurant.

“Ash, please calm down, let’s talk,” Sebastian whispered urgently beside me.

But I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “No! No!” I exclaimed, my voice cracking.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“He broke me!” I wailed, and Sebastian pulled me in a tight, comforting hug.

I continued to sob, screaming, and venting all my anger and frustration until exhaustion took over.

**** *****

Sitting across the table alone with Sebastian on the second floor. I felt numb.

The only thing in my heart was anger, hatred, and pain.

I don’t even know how long I have stayed here but I know that Mr. Owen is still waiting patiently for me in the car outside the building.

But I just didn’t care anymore.

The idea of going back to that house makes me feel sick.

I haven’t seen Mason and Layla again, I don’t know if they had left or still upstairs.

“Here.” Sebastian said and placed a hot chocolate coffee in front of me. “Please drink up,” he said, coming to sit in front of me with his own cup of coffee.

I didn’t say anything and took the coffee and sipped. My heart is filled with anger and hatred.

“So what next?” He asked after a few minutes of silence but I ignored him, my gaze fixed on the cup in my hand.

“How did you get in touch with them?” I asked instead, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow, confused.

“The two betrayals upstairs,” I spat, my voice heavy with resentment and disgust.

Understanding what I mean, Sebastian made an ‘oh’ sound. “After you gave me the details, I tried to get in touch with Layla. So good, she was back in the city,”

“Did she travel before?” I whipped my head to look at Sebastian with a curious gaze.

“Yeah, she said she left for New York with her grandma after the incident,” he explained and just nodded without saying much.

But if she left immediately after the incident, then… I turned to Sebastian again, curiosity killing me. “What about her grandma’s health?”

“She’s fine now according to her,” Sebastian replied, “But Layla is currently working here as a waitress.” I slowly glanced around the area, taking in the surroundings.

Working here? I wondered. How much could she possibly earn? And she does look thinner now than she did in the past.

I barely could recognize her again.

“So, what’s next for you?” Sebastian asked again, pulling my attention back.

I smiled bitterly, gazing at the cup in my hand. What’s next for me?

“I think we need to discuss this with Damien,” he said but I was quick to stop him. “I am not discussing any shit with that demon,”

“Easy, calm down,” Sebastian cautioned, his voice soothing, “He is the father of your child, I am sure he needs to know.”

Hmm

Absolutely funny.

Father of the same child he wanted me to abort, right? He ruined me!!!

“I told you the other day to help me secure a visa to a very far country,”

“Ash, just please….”

Sebastian started but I immediately cut him off, “I need to think, I am not mentally stable to face him right now, please,” I pleaded, not bothering to hide the pain in my voice.

He sighed before asking, “Are you planning on divorcing him?”

“I wish I could but I don’t have time for that,” I said, surprising him. ” Get me the next flight, I will be leaving immediately,”

His eyes widened in alarm.

“What!” he half-screamed, glancing around nervously to ensure no one overheard us before turning back to me. “So soon, come on, Ash,” he urged, his voice laced with concern.

“I’ll arrange for the divorce papers once I’m settled there, just take care of the flight bookings,” I said, but Sebastian remained silent, his face etched with shock and disbelief.

I could see the questions swirling in his mind.

What’s the point of staying here anymore? My father is gone, and now my husband… the man I married, the man I’ve grown to love, was the same man from that fateful night.

Getting up from the chair, I stopped beside the sad looking Sebastian, who looked like he’d lost his last hope and placed my palm on his shoulder. “Give me a call when everything is ready. I just need to pick up a few things in that house before leaving.”

“Thank you.” I muttered and walked away.

My entire life, I’ve been surrounded by people who have hurt me in one way or another.

During the drive home, I remained silent, unable to muster the energy to speak. Even when Mr. Owen tried to initiate a conversation, I responded with silence.

My eyes felt dull, drained from crying until no more tears would come. I stared blankly out the window, lost in thought, until we arrived at the place I once called home… but it couldn’t be my home anymore.

As soon as the car stopped, I quickly got out, not waiting for Mr. Owen to open the door for me.

I rushed upstairs, relieved to find that Damien wasn’t there. The domestic staffs informed me that he hadn’t returned yet. I quickly entered our room, grabbed my mini suitcase, and began packing essential items.

Once I finished, I hastened downstairs with my luggage. I will have to lodge in a hotel till I receive Sebastian’s call because I don’t know when that demon will come back home.

“Madame, where are you going?” Mr. Owen asked, hurrying up to me.

“I’m going to the hospital,” I replied, maintaining a straight face.

Mr. Owen gave me a puzzled look, then his gaze shifted to the bag by my side. “The boss didn’t inform me that you had a hospital appointment today.”

“Then call and tell him,” I snapped.

Just the way he called the ‘boss’ made my stomach churn with anger and hatred.

Mr. Owen shot me another curious glance before pulling out his phone and dialing Damien’s number. The phone rang three times, but there was no answer.

” Madame, he is not picking,” he said.

” Then drop me to the hospital,” I gave him one of my fake smiles. Nodding, Mr. Owen opened the door for me to enter.

I entered and he drove off to Damien’s family hospital.

I discreetly removed my SIM card from my old phone and snapped it into half. If we reach there, I will have to use Jessica’s phone to contact Sebastian and then look for how to sneak out of that hospital without them knowing.

Letting out a soft chuckle, I leaned back in my seat, a bitter smile spreading across my face.