Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King's Captive Bride)
Cynthia Chris · Completed · 142.6k Words
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Introduction
"For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word.
Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.
This book contains a trigger warning. Please read with caution.
Chapter 1
Ashley
Filling the room with an electric atmosphere, the DDW hotel in Los Angeles buzzed with the presence of wealthy individuals. Damien Albrecht's grand party for the opening of their new company was the talk of the town.
Damien Albrecht, the supposed heir to the Albrecht group and the world's youngest billionaire, was known for his involvement in various businesses, including rumors of drug dealings and leading a small mafia group. His name alone struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.
The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spine. A human with no heart, a heartless, ferocious demon, and a nightmare to whoever obstructs his way at least that was how the rumors described him to be.
Although I had only seen him through the media, Damien Albrecht had become my ideal man. Despite the rumors surrounding his dark and mysterious reputation, I couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of seeing him in person. My anticipation grew as I hugged myself tightly, a satisfied smile on my face.
To catch a glimpse of the world's richest billionaire, I sneaked out of the house with my best friend Layla. Damien Albrecht had become my celebrity crush, and this was an opportunity I couldn't miss.
However, before the party even began, I had already consumed four glasses of Devil's Springs Vodka. Its name proved fitting as the effects started to take hold, leaving me feeling dizzy. Layla, on the other hand, kept urging me to drink more.
Filling my glass with more drinks insisting that I loosen up and vibe with the guests and rich men there.
"I am coming, I need to make use of the restroom," Layla leaned closer to my ear and suddenly whispered.
"I can't hear you," I yelled back.
"Need to use the restroom!" she half screamed so that I could hear her amidst the loud booming music in the hotel.
"Let me come with youuu!" I squealed, I guess this is the effect of the alcohol.
"No need, I will be right back," with that one word she strode out to God knows where.
And just in time, my phone beeps in my purse, sliding my hand inside my pouch. I pulled it out, not even remembering to check the caller ID. I pressed the phone against my ear.
"Hey, Ash...!" A smile pulled up on my lips brightening my face, only my fiance Mason Grayson addressed me by that name.
"Mason," I called with a tender voice, struggling for him not to notice how drunk I seemed right now.
"Come to room 5088," my eyes widened at that. My lips formed an o sound with the phone still pressed hard against my ear.
I heard him chuckle at the other end, "Don't worry I am not mad at you, I know that you are a little tipsy,"
All smiley I left the party hall and ambled toward the staircase while still on call, "Babe... Which room number again?"
"5088," his voice sounds gregarious like he couldn't wait to meet me.
"So what are you doing here?" I asked, my two dimples deepened as I giggled.
"Don't keep me waiting, hurry up and you will find out the surprise on your own," he chuckled.
I ended the call and stared down at my appearance. I knew that I looked breathtaking in the wine red-colored luxurious gown that stopped mid-way showing my thigh. The luxurious gown hugged my exquisite figure scrupulously, making me look charming and at the same time cute.
Walking through the vestibule of the hotel, I kept staggering when patting my forehead.
"How strange... Only that drink is not enough to make me this weak," Holding the walls for support, I kept walking. My eyes have slowly started getting blurry.
However, just in time, I saw the room number boldly written on top showing that I had finally reached my destination.
"Room 5089... Finally," I hushed with a puff. Looking around the hallway I noticed that only one room was suited there, but Mason mentioned room 5088. I stared around the foyer for a while and sighed. Maybe he was mistaken because there is no room 5088 here.
And without a second thought, I walked toward room 5089 with the joy of meeting Mason.
I banged loudly and suddenly the door hauled open under my hand and I was instantly greeted with the darkness inside the room.
I blinked, trying to clear my vision and see if I was still under the influence of the alcohol, but to my dismay, I felt a strong, masculine hand clasp my wrist and pull me into the dark room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I flinched at the forcefulness with which the door crashed at its hinges.
"So you're the woman that they sent,"
"Mason," I called but I was replied by a deep husky voice.
"Shhh," he hushed.
I instantly staggered back, this is not the voice of Mason.
"Hey! Who are you, this is not Mason?" I squawked, clenching the hem of my clothes.
My eyes kept darting everywhere in the darkness looking for an escape despite being drunk.
However, I felt him pull me toward him so that my body hits him and from what just happened I could tell that this stranger is fucking tall... Taller than Mason.
"Just calm down your nerves and relax into my touch and let me treat you freaking well," he whispers behind my ear, his husky voice sending chills down my body.
I shuddered against his words, not even Mason has made me feel like this but that doesn't mean that I have to cheat on him.
Trying to push him off me caused his grip on me to tighten and before I knew it I was pushed to the bed.
"Shhh... Close your mouth, enjoy the night and I will pay you ransomly well," he brags and that only exacerbated my fear.
And the next minute, I found myself on top of a bed, and before I could scurry away, a lean and strong body pinned me down against the mattress.
"No!!" I screamed but that only worsened the situation because I suddenly felt lips that tasted like cranberries capture my lips.
Sucking and nibbling on them, a shrill cry escaped my throat.
I struggled to scramble out of his hold but that was absurd because he is muscular and stronger than me.
His lips felt soft and delicate against mine, the deep kiss awakened a burning desire within me unlike the series of kisses I have had with Mason, but still, I felt worthless and ashamed to face the reality of what is taking place right now.
How could I explain this to Mason, having lost all hope, tears rushed down my face.
I am just a shit, I am just cheating on my fiance a few days before our wedding.
I feel disgusted, how do I tell Mason? I have dated Mason for years and have planned on giving him my V-card which this stranger is taking in a savagery way.
I struggled one more time before giving up, I couldn't do anything but endure the man's barbarity.
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