Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

As the rain poured relentlessly outside, I found myself drawn to the window, my heart heavy with a mix of nerves and unexplained sadness. Each raindrop seemed to mirror the strange ache within me, falling with a gentle but persistent rhythm.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Who is she?….” I mumbled to myself watching the droplets slide down the glass, blurring the world outside, mirroring the unexplainable tears that threatened to escape my eyes. The pitter-patter of rain became a soothing soundtrack to my racing thoughts, as I grappled with the weight of my emotions.

Damien climbed upstairs to continue the conversation with his parents, causing a wave of relief to wash over me. The tension in the air earlier had been suffocating, and I was grateful for the chance to be alone in the sitting room downstairs. Sitting on the couch, I find myself gazing out the window, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, while the heavy rainfall outside mirrored the storm within me.

My life has become a tropical storm-filled drama ever since that haunting night that still lingers in my thoughts. With a sad smile on my face, I find solace in the gentle rhythm of the raindrops, my mind drifting to memories before that fateful evening. I used to love rainfall, especially during the winter season, as it brought soothing comfort after each heavy downpour. But now, with the weight of my heart, the rain no longer holds the same enchantment for me. Despite my best efforts to push the memories away, they surge back with an unstoppable force. I still recall my own laughter echoing, as I once played under the rain, and that suddenly caused tears to well up in my eyes.

“Hey there!” I jumped slightly as someone plopped down next to me on the couch. “Check this out…” I turned to see who it was, but my eyes were immediately drawn to the steaming cup of coffee in his stretched-out hand.

“Sebastian,” I managed to say, my voice trembling as I fought back the tears and pushed the memories away. “Coffee…… care for some?” He responded with a lopsided grin.

Gulping hard, I awkwardly took the cup of coffee from him. “Thanks,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible. He responded with a silent nod, and together we turned our attention back to the rhythmic dance of raindrops outside.

As silence enveloped us, a wave of uneasiness washed over me, making me feel uncomfortably nervous as I took small sips of my coffee. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for this sudden anxiety, but deep down, I knew it stemmed from the burning questions I wanted to ask him. However, a hint of hesitation held me back. What could he possibly know? He is considered the family’s designated puppet and psycho. However, his peculiar behavior from earlier hinted to me that he knows something.

I knew that attempting to ask Damien the questions weighing on my mind would be futile, like trying to pour water on a rock. With a hesitant gaze, I turned my attention back to Sebastian again, who appeared lost in his own thoughts. I mustered up the courage to open my mouth, but the words vanished before they could escape. Suddenly, his unexpected remark jolted me off the couch. “Do I look so handsome that you couldn’t take your eyes off me?” he playfully winked, leaving me gasping for words. “Sebastian…”

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, his gaze still fixed elsewhere as he casually sipped his drink. Inhaling deeply, I released a sigh, hoping to catch his attention. I glanced at him once more before finally summoning the courage to ask, “Who is she?”

Sighs…… this is not how I wanted this question to leave my lips, I sound now like a nervous wreck.

He shifted his attention away from the window, his eyes locking onto mine as he studied me intently. After a moment of contemplation, he finally responded, “You mean Zuri?” he asked, seeking confirmation.

“Yes,”

I suddenly sensed a momentary tension in him before he leaned back on the couch, his gaze fixed on the rain outside. “Only your husband can provide you with that explanation. I’m sorry, but I’m not in a position to disclose it,” he replied, avoiding eye contact with me.

I couldn’t help but let a bittersweet smile escape my lips. What was I even thinking? Hoping that he would share a family secret with me… Come on, Ashley! Though on the other hand, based on Damien’s earlier reaction, asking him would be like banging my head against a brick wall.

“Come on, just ask him. I’m sure he’ll spill the beans,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if it were the easiest thing in the world. It’s like taking candy from a child and expecting them not to cry.

“He won’t,” those words lingered on the tip of my tongue as he turned to face me, his eyes scanning my face in search of something unknown to me. Despite my growing comfort around him, my gut told me there was more to him than meets the eye. As I locked eyes with him, a realization washed over me. If I truly wanted to uncover the secrets of my demon husband’s past love because, from the look of things, Zuri was in it, then Sebastian was the only one who could help me provide the answers.

“She’s just some crazy ex, not worth my time,” he finally muttered, confirming what I had suspected. “I never really liked her,” he added, looking away with a slight pout.

So she’s his ex… The thought of them being together makes my stomach twist in agony.

This is strange though, what’s wrong with me?

“Why?” I inquired, my voice betraying none of the emotions swirling inside me.

He tilted his head again, his gaze fixed on me. “He should have met you first instead of her,” he said, catching me off guard.

“Huh,” I gaped, sounding confused. But before he could say another word, his phone beeped. I watched as he slid his hand into his pants pocket and retrieved his phone. As he clicked on the message, my curiosity piqued, and I noticed him stiffen beside me.

“Sebastian…” I called, my voice filled with concern. “Is everything alright?” I mumbled, leaning forward in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the message.

It was like he had read my mind. He swiftly switched off his phone, a mix of pity and concern on his face as he turned to look at me. Tension radiated from him, a deep frown etched in his eyes, while I was left feeling utterly confused.

However, just as I was lost in my thoughts, heavy footsteps echoed down the staircase at that moment, signaling the approach of someone. The sound of those footsteps sent a shiver down my spine, making me incredibly nervous. And then, as the person came into view, I couldn’t help but choke on my breath. My gaze locked with those piercing silver eyes, filled with a chilling intensity that felt almost murderous.

“Son…” Mrs. Caterina rushed out of the kitchen, but Damien completely ignored her, his anger evident as he angrily stomped toward me.

My hands tightened around the cup of coffee, fear coursing through me as my heart pounded heavily. What the heck happened? Why is he so furious?

Before I could get any answers in my head, he mercilessly yanked me off the couch, causing the cup to slip from my grasp and shatter on the cold tiles. Everything happened so fast, leaving me stunned and bewildered.

“Son…..!”

“Bye-bye, Ashley,” I heard Sebastian say, but before I could even respond, the front door was violently smashed open. I was forcefully hurled out into the heavy pouring rain, still in a state of confusion and panic. The rain pounded down on both of us with full force. Suddenly, a red Lamborghini pulled up in front of us, Damien’s anger evident. He angrily opened the backseat and brutally pushed me inside, slamming the door shut as he took a seat beside me. The whole situation felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.